Mornings, not even Noodle likes them, and in all honesty, they can go away until tomorrow. The only up side to morning is when it's over, it's the time of work, life, and for some, the actually the time you do wake up. As for Noodle though, this is a first, waking up at eleven in the morning (and a Tuesday too!) how bad.
Bangs still covered her droopy eyes and some circles as well. As for her hair, one side looked like a cousin of the cookie monster, with a worse hair cut. With a robe cover her PJ'd body, it was time to have some damn brunch!
"Fruited circles, lucky pendants, rice crunchy treats, and… HAHA Trixies!" grabbing the box off the top shelf from the molding cupboard, noodle triumphantly read the box "Silly rabbit, trix's are for noodle…"
After several mumbles, low curses and banging pots, our little axe princess had found a bowl and spoon. Placing them on a well balanced area of the table, which in other words means there was stuff under it, just nothing that will fall over easily. Going to the fridge with all the hope in the world, holding the handle tightly, she yanked it open. As if the heavens were singing, a milk carton was there, standing in all its glory. Still not convinced, she grabbed the carton and shook it. Yup, there was milk inside, but spoiled or not spoiled that is the question.
After looking threw the whole pile of text, there it was… "Thank you Russell!" there my friend is a man that knew Murdoc most likely would not go to the store without a fight, and did noodle a big favor. Placing it down on the table, with the other found treasures, noodle made a small checklist. 'Milk, cereal, spoon with bowl, and… "TEA"' running over to the stove Noodle cranked the further away burner on high. As she left grabbing the little kettle pot with her to the sink; while doing so, Noodle found a "new" comment ever so generously placed there by Murdoc.
"Stu Pot's new girlfriend"
Kettle Pot
"Man you need ta chill!" Russell said as he watched the blue haired singer run back and forth across the room. "I know I shouldn't have let you watch that movie…"
"H-H-How was I suppose to know dat theirs a wha-whale in Pinocchio!" The singer barely chirped as he ran under the covers of the unbelievably big bed, peaking his head out next to the foot board. "There watchin meh now, I can feel it…." 2d said as eyes darted all around the room, and locked at the window. "THERE!" he dunked his head under the covers like a scared toddler. Russell did laugh earlier when he thought the dullard was joking around with it, but as it turns out he really doesn't like whales. Although the thought of 2d sitting among the little kids, quivering and most likely screaming with some sort of snack made him laugh.
"The one night, and I mean DA ONE NIGHT, I let you watch a movie in the nursery, you had to have dis stupid fear…" he mumbled on unclearly, while he pulled out his cell phone. One loud sigh, latter, clicking the first speed dial button, noodle was on the phone.
"THERE! SEE! Look! The eyes of those things are so huge…. Like a basketball err, a…." and silence finally came upon us- "A BOWLING BALL!"
As the French narrator from Spongebob would say 'later zat evening~
"Perfect, not only are only two band members gonna be performing, but were going solo because no collaborators can make it to the short notice shows! " Slaming down the razor phone, to the cold desk, Noodle slammed her own head down to the wood with a loud 'thahump' cursing to herself. "Might as well just play the CD" keeping her eyes closed tightly, she tried to relax before she broke something. Taking a deep breath, noodle found the strength to lift her head, looking down on the table. A lined paper with several names of past collaborators and songs, most of which being crossed out. Slowly maneuvering her hand to a cheap pen next to the sheet of bad news, noodle began to cross out the name 'Denis Hopper" if only the pen would work. Picking up the speed of the pen against paper, no ink would dare pass.
"Why you little….!" Throwing the pen across the brightly lit room, it stuck directly on her favorite poster which said 'reject false icons' in Japanese. Swinging her right hand to the floor, quickly finding an object that had already been thrown before, Noodle had found peace. Yelling into the pillow, the anger and stress left, for the most part. Letting the pillow fall to her lap. "What else could possibly-" Her chair gave out on her and pulled the teen to the floor. Back against the floor, noodle looked up at the paper latterns in shock. Being about ready to pull her hair out the small sound of vibrations hit her ears.
"I was five and he was six, we rode on the horses made of sticks" noodle pulled herself from the floor, and looked at the phone. "He wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight, Bang Bang" giving one last deep breath, the axe princess answered the phone.
"NOODLE OODLE FLA LOODLE FI FIE FO FOODLE… urmm uh, oddle- NOODLE!"
"Hi 2d-san" finally some sort of good news. Even if noodle just became paralyzed from the neck down and found out she would live in a closet for the rest of her life, hearing his voice would make her smile. "How are you doing today?"
"I'm doing fine and yew?" the phone called out. It sounded more life like then threw the phone, like he was right behind her.
"Eh, could be better I suppose" Her mind slipping from the previous unfortanet events.
" 'ey listen hear noods, I have a bit of a question fery ya" still smiling noodle managaed to give out a slight 'hmm?' as a reply. "Do yew think I'm Hot? Or sexy? I can' really make up my mind"
He didn't really just ask that did he?
"I-I –I um well" The deep red flush broke onto her face, just at the thought of 2d asking something like this. Sure he was cute, no, he was freaking downright adorable, there was really no wonder to why fan girls loved him. He had his own way of looking great, even with perfectly natural blue hair and two black orbs as eyes. And ya she had to admit, noodle did have quiet a bit of a crush on him, but it's just a phase right?
"I wan' yew to be completely hones' wif this."
Swallowing her pride, she had to give him some sort of answer. "I think your more of a cute honestly" feeling as though she was about to be shot at, or have a big rock fall to her, noodle prepared for impact.
A slight chuckle could be herd, noodle new he was giving the trademark smile with made her even more red. "So yew think I'm cute huh?" crunching her eyes shut completely she noded her head. "Sound's like yew 'ave a bit of a crush on meh ya?"
He was trying to make this difficult wasn't he? Being compeled to yell 'SHUT UP' and hang up the phone as fast as she could, something made her not. She sat down nervously on pillowless bed and tried to think of what to do next. Noodle had to behonest, she never lied to 2d, but there's always a first time for everything. "I- well this is… embarrassing" He voice lowered.
"Noffin to be embarrassed 'bout, I think yew are cute tew" She felt like screaming high pitch like any fan girl would.
"But just as a head's up, I can' ever date you cause I'm gay"
"AHHH!"
Throwing her whole body up as if she was just falling, her forehead hit something hard. "Fucks sake noods! Trying to kill me again?" cluching her own head, her mind still trying to progress what just happened. After what seemed like hours are replaying the scene in her head, noodle got the strength to open her eyes. Looking at the nicely lit lanterns from the ceiling she herd the sound of more cursing beside her. 'deep breath noodle, deeeep breath…' looking to the side, who else but Murdoc was using the foul language. But from the point of view, noodle saw him at a sideways angel. The chair was still on the floor, and the still shooken up noodle on top.
"It...It was a dream?" Noodle barely managed to chocked out, still taking deep breaths.
"Sounds more like a nigh'mare" Standing up, Murdoc looked down at the wide eyed noodle, still sitting on the fallen chair. Murdoc watched as Noodle shakily stood, only to sit down on the bed, and hold her head in her pale hands. "go on give teh info"murdoc secretly thinking 'better be a scary one or I'm gonna be piss-'
"I had a dream 2d was gay"
a small stream of silence filled there ears til murdoc fell to the floor laughing. Noodle just realized that she told murdoc that she had a dream of 2d, and also the fact that he was gay in it; something murdoc has been insulting 2d as suposidly being for years. the laughing never seemed to quiet down to the point of not being able to breathe. "IT TOOK YOU DIS LONG!" gasping, as trying to stop the pain in his funny rib.
"ITS NOT FUNNY!" noodle said while jolting up from her bed. damn the teen age years, there not worth all of this trouble! "it really did scare m-me!" cheeks being red then the red coats jackets.
wiping a tear from his eye, Murdoc finally settled down... for the most part. "Wa-wait, why would dat scare ya? I mean its not like you are in lu-" His draw stopped "YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON THE DULLARD!" and more laughter filled the walls. "oh boy I can' wait to tell r-"
"THIS WILL NEVER LEAVE THIS ROOM" but Murdoc was already getting out his cell phone. seeming to have memorized Russell's number. "NO!" trying to grab the razor phone from Murdoc's right hand, noodle failed noticing how short her arms were. Mr. Niccals had other plans, but using his left arm to push on noodles head, keeping her fingers inches from the device. Something his brother had, well... not necessarily taught him but more demonstrated on Murdoc himself. "Don't you dare!" Noodle almost being ready to kick him in the unmentionables for the second time that day.
"Yew know, I don' even hear you saying that you don' have a crush on him." Murdoc laughed as he continued to try and dial the number. Only 4 more digits to go, and noodles private life wouldn't be so much private as it is intended to be. With one final jump, the cell phone hit the floor, the back and battery falling away as well. Seemed to have happened in slow motion to both of them, well at least until Murdoc started to try to piece it back together as quickly as possible.
Noodle how ever with her sharper vision saw that the Sims card fell out as well, and quickly kick it under her bed, in hopes of privacy again. Then again if Murdoc took any chance, the soonest he could tell them he would. The question is, is how to make him shut up about it once and for all. Still scrambling for the pieces, noodle played along that she didn't want him to tell Russell, or et alone anyone! Then with a moment of silence, the ring tone went off " I was five and he was six, we rode on the horses made of sticks" both of them stared at the purple phone, slightly vibrating. And for what seems the first time ever, Murdoc was faster than Noodle "He wore black and I wore white he would always win the figh-"
"'ELLO?"
"….noodle?" the questioning voice of the drummer via satellite said.
"DON'T MURD-" Noodles mouth was covered by the tinted green hand of the bassist. Gross.
"Oi Russell, just the man I wanted to talk tew, yew know I learned something real interesting today" The heart beat of our poor axe princess was beating faster and faster.
"Not now Muds, I need to talk to noodle! Where is she- or better yet, why are you on her phone!" Murdoc looked down at the disgarded phone on the wooden floor.
"its, umm- charging-"
"-OW SHE BIT MEH! NOODLE YOU WASHABI SHIT LET GO!"
Russell pulled the phone away for a second, just to confirm that he was indeed awake and calling the right number. "um Murd-"
"GIVE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!" Murdoc was yelling again, the cackle of the voice gave it away.
"Noodle?"
"OI LET GO OF THAT!" and the sound of glass breaking was herd.
Then it grew very quiet… Russell's big white eyes, wide in shock of what he just herd. Not even sure if talking would do anything, he just sat there with the phone to his ear, and a still whimpering 2d near his side.
"Moshi moshi Russell-chan! How are you doing?" a very cheerful sounded noodle asked
"Uh" still quiet speechless. "g-good- Noodle what happened just now?"
Slight giggling was herd from the other side "oh nothing, just had to put Murdoc in his place that's all, he was just-" and static was herd "and wanted to" bzzzzzzt "Bit his" burrrrrzzt "and the wind-" BUUUUUURZT "ran after th-" fzzzzzzzzzzzt "glass every where" and the conection finally cut off.
"did she just kill Murdoc?" Russell thought outloud, while closing the phone slowly. Of course, that triggered another problem.
"THERE GONNA KILL MEH!" and with that 2d was under the bed.
Again.
Outside of Kong the wind blew strong, but not really proud as a muddy bassist was in search of something important. Cursing to himself was he looked deeper and deeper in the mud below the broken window. "it has to be here some where" So far his jeans where stained beyond repair, and the black shirt was becoming heavier and heavier by the minute. The satanic private life ruin-ers mind went back to why he was out there in the first place.
"NOODLE YOU WASHABI SHIT LET GO!" Noodle had a good bite on the almost moldy hand, causing the bassist to drop the phone back onto the table. As noodle finally let go, she snatched the inverted cross from the basses neck causing the chain to snap. "GIVE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW!" Noodle now on top of her bed, making her almost feel dominance over the bassist. "OI LET GO OF THAT!"
"FINE I WILL!" and Noodle threw the chain out the unopened window. Causing the window to break, and the golden symbolic item went into the darkened sky. The glass went everywhere, while Murdoc went for a sprint to the outside of Kong.
Continuing to dig deeper and deeper, the golden item was finally found. Well, it wasn't really gold now, more of a brown. 'reminder to self, a. get a tub of polish, b. get back at noodle'
By the time 'tea time' had hit Kong studios, both noodle and Murdoc were both very starved, and questioning to dare leave there designated area. Murdoc's being the Winnie, while Noodles was her room of course. In the upper part of Kong, Noodle was figuring a plan on what to do as soon as she gets down there, so then she can get out of the war zone A.S.A.P.
She knew that eventually they would meet, but after several hours of meditations, it was clear that she (both of them) needed to apologize sooner or latter. Slipping into her night wear, which was mainly a spaghetti strap shirt with the logo of 'free Tibet' and shorts; (but just for the occasion of how cold it was, a robe was added with socks) Noodle headed down the hall.
Finally at the kitchen, with a flick of a switch, cockroaches fled behind the cupboards again. 'we really should get a cleaning lady'
The first thing grabbed, and what it seemed to be the most abused is the kettle pot. Looking at the mark still stating "Stu Pot's new girlfriend" there was a small add on "Sorry Noodle, he's taken" cheeks turning another color of red, the comment slowly found its way to the back of her mind. With the pot filled to the rim with water, it rested on the stove, heat turned to the max. Although it will take long to heat up, its better to have more boiling water, then not enough. With the free time, Noodle decided to wander the halls of Kong until the kettle would whistle for her to come back.
It seemed a bit to quiet, then again it was always like that in her home, well at least until the sound of strings hit her ears. Murdoc was practicing, something he put much effort into, and most likely one thing they looked eye to eye on.
Memories flashed to when, Murdoc would get so mad at 2d for the stupidest reasons, and beat him at any time, when practice time came, all was set aside for latter. For example when Cortez went missing for a week, Muds went crazy trying to find the bird, but when that time came, it seemed as if the devil's feathered pet never left.
Noodle stood right out side of the door, listening to the chords of "o green world" fingers almost twitching to play her own parts. Music was one thing her and Mr. Niccals had in common, and there was no way, a dispute would get in the way of that! Opening the door as casually as possible, Noodle was now in Kong studios place of peace.
Closing the door behind, the axe princess found her way to her guitar case, and settled down on the couch, quietly tuning it. "You're late" Murdoc stated eyes closed and fingers on strings, the Cuban heels taping slightly to the rhythm.
"Sorry" noodle bowed her head slightly, most likely not noticed by the bassist, but was automatic to her; it was a common thing to do in Japan. The strums quieted, as the four minute and thirty second song ended, mentally at least. "Do you have a idea on what song's we will do for the shows?" Noodle questioned, trying to start a decent conversation.
"Ehhh, ya know it all depends really" a slight mumbled escaped his greasy lips "Who's gonna be there?"
A slight giggle escaped from noodle "Everyone who is in this room" cracking a smile. Although it was a bad thing, it was still pretty funny, when slightly delusional.
"Wot? No de la soul? Bootie brown? Roots Manuva? Denis? Shaun?" Noodle shook her head sadly, smile faded quietly. "so its just yew and me then?"
"Looks like it"
"Dirty Harry?"
"Sure"
And they were off, playing the soon to be recorded music video that was decided to be in the desert. Even though Noodles guitar wasn't used much at all in this song, she used it to improvise for the keyboard, and maybe some beat too. Both of them clapping when needed, and before the rap part, lightly humming "ah ah ah ahh ahhhhh ah ahhh ah ah ahhh ahh ahhhh ahah haaaaaaaaaa~"
At the end, Noodle remember a slightly vital part to the song, and that's when 2d sings a strange tone in the tones. "I ou ow" was attempted, and was failed miserably. Perhaps it was only successful with the British accent.
"wot the fook was that?" a normal and red eye snapping open to the misunderstood lyrics.
Confused eyes behind purple bangs looked at the bassist "nani? aren't those the lyrics?"
"No no no, its" He coughed slightly "My eye, oh ow" then the puzzled look reassumed his face "init?"
As if on a TV sitcom with perfect timing, a loud whistling started echoing threw the halls, as a reminder to noodle that she was hungry.
"Would you like some tea?"
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Extremely sorry everyone, for the un acceptable delay, I had typed this up tonite, and hopes of forgiveness, and is my shortest chapter only being 8 pages long while my others were 12. I will try to do homework, and this more equally, promise!
Remember kids! T for trouble, M for Murdoc!
Thanks for the reviews, and I will see you next time!
