Wow, I was expecting to update almost right away, sorry about that. Been sick, y'know, not pleasant. So I made this one extra long, took me all night, and I hope you enjoy it very very much~ Thanks for the followers and the lovely reviews, you wonderful people~

"Russ, where's Murdoc gone off to?" 2D walked over to the older man and crossed his arms.

"You didn't see him go out?" asked Russel. "He left a couple hours ago."

"Nah, I was in my room all day. Practicin' with all the keyboards and such," 2D walked over and sat beside Russel on the couch, staring at the T.V with a blank expression. "This is the third time he's gone out this week isn't it?"

"He's acting weird, that's all I know," said the drummer boredly.

"Has he even brought home any girls those 3 times?" 2D said, raising an eyebrow. The two paused for a moment and looked up in thought.

"No, he hasn't."

"That aint like him..." 2D sunk back into his seat and frowned a bit. It was weird to think he was upset over the fact Murdoc hasn't brought home random girls, but it was the truth. They knew he was going out to the bar, but the only reason he ever went was to bring a less-than-decent girl back into his winnebago and...well the rest didn't need to be explained.

But lately, he's just gone out, and come back home alone looking unusually irritated. 2D was starting to think something else was going on, but he didn't want to ask Murdoc what it was.

As if on cue, the front door smashed open and hit the wall with a THUD. Murdoc walked in dragging his feet. There were dark bags under his eyes and he had a seemingly annoyed expression. He turned over to the other two men who were staring at him.

"What the bloody hell are you looking at?" He snarled. 2D frowned and turned his head away, Murdoc did the same.

"Another rough night?" asked Russel. Murdoc scoffed and kicked the door shut behind him. This time the loud BANG that come from it made the singer on the couch jump slightly.

"You can say that again."

2D opened his mouth to say something but then stopped dead in his tracks. Of course, he wanted to ask why the older man hadn't been bringing home girls, or why he always came back looking so tired and defeated, but it was too odd to ask! Murdoc would probably slap him and tell him off anyways, saying it was none of his business. 2D felt powerless against Murdoc, even though he hadn't said anything.

"Are you actually going to talk, or just let your jaw hang, dullard?" the abrupt yell made 2D snap out of his thoughts and close his mouth.

"Calm down, man, he didn't do anything!" said Russel as he furrowed his eyebrows. Murdoc didn't snap back a reply like expected. He merely glared at Russel before then shoving his hands roughy in his pockets and muttering a few curses.

The room was silent for only a moment as Murdoc kept exchanging quick glares with the band's drummer. Then Russel sighed.

"So, not a lot of action down at the bar?"

The bassist froze and his eyes went wide a bit. He felt a lump grow in his throat as he tried to think up some quick lie, something that they could believe. Because, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want them to know what had been happening.

Every night he would go to the bar as usual and get some random woman who had a good ratio of sluttiness and lack of pride. That didn't change at all. His next move was to bring her home as quick as possible, get her in the winnebago and have a night he probably wouldn't even remember the next morning. But that wasn't the case now, was it? He would find some girl, who would then flirt with him as much as possible, but he didn't act upon it. Murdoc definitely thought he wanted to bring these girls home, but something inside of him told him not to. He just didn't want to bring her back to Kong. As fast as he could he'd brush her off of his arm and walk off to the next girl, only to repeat the process.

OH it was so exhausting.

And he couldn't ever explain why something was holding him back, something was telling him he shouldn't bring these girls home. But he did not want to try and explain it to his band mates.
"I guess not, eh?" Murcoc chuckled nervously, completely dropping his cold facade. "No girls worthy enough to get into my prized winnebago."

"Muds, I've seen your winnebago and I don't think anyone has to be worthy to get in," 2D said. He froze right after it had been said, he really hadn't meant to say something like that. He was surprised when Murdoc didn't make a single advance to hit him.

"Shut it, twerp! You're not even allowed in there, if I catch you near my winne, you're as good as dead!" He spat. Before 2D could react, Murdoc leaned forward and smacked him upside the head, then he stormed out of the room.

2D had a quick flashback. Being completely drunk, stumbling into Murdoc's winnebago. He shivered at the thought and frowned, covering his eyes with his hand.

Murdoc walked off into the hallway to the toilets and stopped as he saw a hanging picture on the wall. When he saw the picture, he felt the lump in his throat come back, and this time worse. The picture was taken recently, Murdoc was the one who took it. It was 2D and Paula standing together, 2D had that goofy smile and Paula looked as stoic as ever.

Murdoc seemed to have the same flashback 2D had earlier. Laughing together, falling onto Murdoc's bed in the winnebago and kissing each other hungrily. The thought was now burning into Murdoc's head, and he felt absolutely sick for thinking of that particular moment when looking at a picture of 2D's girlfriend. And what was that odd feeling boiling up inside of him? Anger? Hatred?

Jealousy?

That couldn't possibley be it...but...if it was, it would explain what's been happening lately. Not being able to bring home girls, staying up all hours of the night in frustration. And if that was it, Murdoc couldn't have been angrier.

In one quick motion, he snatched the picture off the wall, holding onto the small,black frame tightly. Then he smashed it against the floor, listening to it shatter with a pleased, near-pyschotic grin.
He stood there for a bit as he waited for the anger to subside. Just staring down at that broken picture on the floor. Then Murdoc could hear faint footsteps stomping louder and louder until they reached him, his head shot upwards. It was only Russel, so he was a bit relieved.

"Man, what's going on with you?" asked Russel.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sod off!" sneered Murdoc with a foul expression.

"No, I need to ask you somethin," said Russel, making sure Murdoc wasn't trying to run off. "You're acting different. You even stopped hitting 'D, that made him real happy. What made you start up again?"

Murdoc growled a bit and stared down at his feet. There he saw the broken frame of that picture he now hated so much. That's when he knew his answer. He faced Russel again and gave the nastiest glare he could manage.

"Because it aint worth it anymore!" He yelled loudly, as if to shake the entire place.
Russel stood in confusion as Murdoc visciously stomped the remains of the frame and ran off down the falls. He knew Murdoc was too exhausted to even talk about it now, and probably too crazy from the looks of it.

Murdoc walked into the Kong Studio toilets and ran over to the sinks. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, and saw himself totally different from how he normally would. They were right, he looked miserably tired, almost lifeless. Desperately, he splashed water on his face. To try and wake himself up, or at least make himself look awake. It didn't work.

The night went on from there same as it had the nights before. Trudging off into his winnebago and flopping down on his bed, hoping he'd get a wink of sleep. All the lights were off, and it was completely silent, there was no reason he couldn't sleep!

So he tossed and turned on his bed, grunting and groaning each time he felt himself slowly slipping to sleep but never fully falling asleep. It was almost like torture for the poor satanist!

Slowly but surely, he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "It's useless, isn't it?" He groaned to himself. He looked at the clock beside his bed. 3:34 A.M. Nope, no use trying to sleep now.
Murdoc threw a shirt back on and hopped out of the winnebago into the cold of the carpark for a second before walking into the corridor. It was very dark, considering the others were probably asleep and had turned off all the lights. The bassist walked down the halls back into the lobby. There was a light still on in the lobby one of them had probably left on.

As he stepped into the lobby, Murdoc was a bit surprised. 2D was cuddled up on the couch in a thick blanket, still watching t.v. The young singer turned his gaze up to the doorway of the hall. "O-Oh, hey Murdoc," he said in a quiet, nervous tone. Murdoc frowned a second but went in anyways.

"Past 3:30. What're you still doin' up, faceache?" He asked as he approached the couch.

"I had a migraine...and when the pills kicked in, I couldn't fall asleep."

Murdoc nodded along and looked up at the t.v. "Hey Muds," 2D piped up. "I-I'm watchin' Dawn of the Dead, wanna watch it with me?"

"You want me to watch it with you?" Yawned the older man. 2D sheepishly nodded.

"Sure, I mean, if you can't sleep either...why not?" Murdoc stared down at the blue haired man. He didn't know why 2D was still offering to spend time with him. He'd beaten the man senseless before, why was he still so eager to watch a movie with him?

"Hmph.." Murdoc grumbled a bit and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah ok, sounds good." That being said, he plopped himself down on the complete other side of the couch. He snatched the edge of the blanket and covered his legs with it. "Don't hog all the blankets, dullard, it's freezing in here!"

"Sorry!" said 2D. They both were trying to share the blanket, but it wasn't able to stretch out all the way across the couch. "This isn't gonna work, u-unless I...um-" the singer shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Then he slowly moved over and got closer to murdoc, so they sat side by side. "There, better?"
Murdoc looked down and saw his whole body could be covered with the blanket now, along with 2D's. And neither of them were complaining about it. "Right then, let's watch," He said. 2D grinned a bit, feeling proud that he could actually get near the bassist without fearing for his life and all.

The movie was almost over anyways, but they watched it like they were genuine friends. Not a single fight or any signs of being drunk out of their mind. It was almost a secure feeling. After a while, 2D yawned and struggled to keep his eyes open.

"If you're tired, just go to sleep!" said Murdoc, nudging the other slightly.

2D shook his head quickly. "N-No, I want to watch this!"

"You've seen this movie a shitload of times, it's not that big of a deal-"

"B-But this is the best part!" exclaimed 2D.

"Right, whatever then!" Murdoc rolled his eyes. "God forbid, I was just saying..."

Occasionally, Murdoc would peer over at the other man only to see his eyes drooping a bit. His head was wobbling a bit as he struggled to stay sitting up.

"For the love of- C'mere, 2D!" Murdoc reached and grabbed 2D's head, pushing it down to rest on Murdoc's shoulder.

"What're you..doing?" asked the tired man.

"Just lay like that, alright? Watch the end if you want..."

2D stayed quiet a bit, snuggling up to Murdoc's arm and shoulder, and blinking a few times. "T-Thanks..."

"Now hush," Murdoc pat the singer's head a few times. But instead of bringing his arm away, he merely ran his fingers through the soft blue hair. Again and again, and smiling when 2D gave a small, pleasant hum.

Before he knew it, 2D was fast asleep cuddled up to the bassist's arm. Murdoc looked down at him and stopped stroking his hair as the credits on the screen began to role. "Well," he thought to himself. "Why's he always the first one to sleep?"

Haha I tried to end that in a cutsie way, I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a review so I can know if I'm doing well, I want to continue this!