So this has some MurdocXPaula in it. I mean, that's basically the main plot of this, to show why what happened..happened.

I'm sorry I do not like Paula, but if you are pro-Paula I refer you to my last update explaining the views on her and such. Don't you worry, my 2DXMurdoc lovers, I will try to regain myself in the next chapter! There will be more of them~

Please please review because that's what keeps me going through this, seeing your beautiful reviews makes me happy to update :D

"Oi! Russel? 2D, where the hell are you?!" Murdoc yelled down the halls. No answer. His eyes narrowed as he made his way through the corridor and looked around. There was no way in hell he could search through every single room in Kong to see where they were, and there was no way in hell he'd even consider doing that.

"Where the hell-" He went to shout again before he saw a note on the front door. Quickly, he walked over and snatched it off the door.

'Be back soon. Went to get groceries,we're out
-Russel'

The bassist crumbled up the note and tossed it behind him. It was for the best, really, they were in desperate need of some decent food.

Murdoc took a look around him. He knew he was alone, he knew they wouldn't be back for a while. He clentched his fists and groaned to himself. A million thoughts were running through his head at once. He had been very stressed out lately. With all the bad business going on between 2D and himself, he found it nearly impossible to think straight.

And 2D didn't want to be anywhere near Murdoc, oh no! He kept a good distance. He stayed the night at Paula's house and locked his doors whenever he stayed home. There was so such thing as "too cautious" for him. Murdoc could feel anger boil up inside of him as he thought of all the times 2D would even just avoid eye contact with him. As if Murdoc was some sort of rapist with only one thing on his mind!

Suddenly, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He let out a scream of frustration so loud it could be heard in every room in Kong. Echoing. Echoing. He'd held in all this fury for so long.
He screamed for a good 30 seconds before coughing a bit. Sore throat, what did he expect? The bassist's chest heaved up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

"Damnit all, fuck..." He walked over and plopped right down on the couch. He grumbled something to himself and whipped out a cigarette. "Why the fuck did you have to do this to me, Stu?...I was fine before."

It was true, really. It could be dated all the way back to when 2D got out of that coma. His looks. His laugh. The way he would flash Murdoc that tooth-less smile. But up until now, Murdoc was very good at keeping everything under control. They were just friends till now, and now Murdoc didn't know what they were. Sure he'd hit 2D in the past. He cursed him out, told him awful things. But 2D stayed with him through it all, isn't that all that mattered?

"Damnit..." Murdoc muttered to himself and took a long drag of the cigarette.

He didn't want 2D to hate him. He didn't think he could stand it if 2D hated him.

"What the fuck am I thinking?!" Murdoc snapped at himself. "I'm Murdoc Niccals, god damnit! Murdoc Niccals doesn't get sappy! Murdoc Niccals doesn't freak out over some...dullard..."

Sure, Murdoc never got sappy about anyone. At least not any girl he'd have a one-night stand with. But this wasn't about sex anymore was it? Because Murdoc hadn't once thought about having sex with 2D since his last attempt to make a move. In all honesty, Murdoc just wanted forgiveness. He wanted things to be the same, and for 2D to trust him and maybe watch another movie with him at night, just to be happy with him again.

He tossed the cigarette into the ashtray on the coffeetable and lit up another one.

"No more of this, I need to think of a way out...I just want to end all of this shit."

That's when he saw a cellphone tucked almost under one of the couch cussions. He raised a brow and grabbed it. It was 2D's, he recognized it right away. And what was the most recent contact number? Paula's. And he got an idea.

He opened up her contact number and opened the text box. Murdoc held the cigarette tightly in his pursed lips as he speedily text the girl.

"Come over"

The satanist smirked; he waited. Then he got the text he was hoping for. "Ok" it said. He then smirked in triumph and finished off his cigarette as he sat there.

Not a half an hour later did a knock come at the front door. Murdoc, as smugly as possible, took his precious time. He was proud of his line of thought, proud of the "clever" idea he had that he was so sure would work.

Paula cringed when she found Murdoc in the doorway, topless as usual. "Hello,love." He chuckled.

"Right..." She pushed him out of her way, making sure not to touch his bare chest or stomach, and walked through as if she owned the place. "Where's 2D?" She asked when she found her loyal boyfriend wasn't waiting right there for her.

"Not even home," Murdoc said. Paula turned around.

"Don't lie to me, Murdoc, he sent me a text."

"No, love, that was from me," said the bassist as he held up 2D's phone. Paula growled at the older man.

"Thanks so much for wasting my time then!" She spat. "I'm leaving!"

Murdoc kicked the door closed before she could even walk out. "I wouldn't have called you over unless I had something for you, eh? So be a good girl and just listen up."

"I don't have time to listen to you!"

"Only for your precious 2D, right? He's the only one who matters to you?"

Paula flinched when he eununciated the word precious. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You do realize you started dating the dullard when he asked you to join our band?" Murdoc asked. His smile became devious when he saw her uncomfortable expression. "I know your type, love. You want fame too, don't you?"

"Sure, who doesn't want fame?" She replied. "I don't see your point."

"You're only dating him because he's the front man of the band!" Murdoc said loudly.

"T-That is not true!" yelled Paula nervously.

"I bet you don't know a damn thing about him! And why would you need to? All that matters is he can't see past any of this and you're dating someone in a band!"

Suddenly, Paula regained her stern expression and her straight posture. She wasn't ready to give in and get nervous in front of this horrible man. "Why would that matter, Murdoc? I'm in the band too! You can't say I'm only in it for him if I'm part of this!"

"Then how about this?" Murdoc leaned in closer to her and made sure she wasn't able to run off. "Have me too, eh? You can't deny you're not just in it for the fame and band boys."

She went silent and was thankful for her sunglasses hiding the look in her eyes that practically screamed "you're right".

"Why only have one if you can have two?"

"2D will find out you're suggesting this..." She tried to keep her 'concerned girlfriend' facade.

"It won't just be a suggestion..." He reached out and brushed his hand on her cheek. "And he won't find out, will he? We'll be careful."

"You're sure he won't find out?" She finally smirked back at him. A ha! He finally had her in the palm of his hand, she was exposing herself to him. As the true girl she was. The girl who was in it for the popularity, the publicity, and the lifestyle that came with it.

"Only if you admit to me why you're dating that dullard..." Then he decided to sprinkle it with something to reel her in more. "Dating him when you could've just had me.." Then she'd have to give in.

"Please, he's at my beck and call and he's the lead singer, I needed that."

"Right then," Murdoc chuckled. It was as if all hate for her and everything she had just said was locked up in his twisted mind right now. He didn't think of anything but this plan, and he knew he couldn't do anything wrong...

2D and Russel were just now driving home from the store. 2D was exhausted, so he just sat in the passanger's seat and let Russel drive.

"You barely said anything the whole time we were there," Said Russel. "Somethin' wrong?"

"No, nothing. I just woke up pretty early this morning and couldn't fall back asleep, been tired all day."

"Well it's already after noon I'm pretty sure, just nap when we get back?" suggested the other.

"Yeah, If I can even fall asleep," nodded 2D. They drove through and parked the car into the car park, almost near Murdoc's Winnebago.

"We didn't get much, you don't have to help carry it in if you dont' want," said Russel.

"Nah, I don't want you to bring it it all by yourself!" 2D reached in the backseat and grabbed a couple of bags. "See? I got them just fine, just bring in the rest!" He hopped out of the car and walked off inside. Russel followed shortly after.

They both set the bags down in the kitchen and 2D began to shove the groceries in the pantry and fridge. Russel then excused himself to the bathroom for a second and walked off. As he walked down the hall, he could've sworn he was hearing noises. And those noises were getting louder and louder.

And right when he got to the bathroom door, the nosies were at their loudest. 2 voices from what he could hear, one of them was obviously Murdoc's voice and the other he couldn't make out. Hesitantly, Russel knocked on the bathroom door. "Muds, you in there?"

The noises stopped for a second, and the voices whispered to eatch other frantically.

"Don't come in here, mate!" Murdoc said with a slight moan traced in his voice.

"Murdoc, what the hell are you doing in there?" asked Russel in annoyance.

"I said get the fuck away!" Murdoc's voice yelled out. Russel heard the indistinctable moaning of some girl, and Murdoc telling her to shut up afterwards. The drummer was honestly confused as all hell because he could've sworn he knew who the girl's voice belonged to, but he coldn't be sure.

"Murdoc, I'm coming in!" Russel said sternly. He stepped into the bathroom and saw one of the stalls was shut. He heard russleing and frantic voices cursing at each other. "Murdoc!" He knocked on the stall door; Murdoc spat out curses at him and told him to leave right away.

Finally, Russel got angry enough and pulled the door open. He gasped at the sight. Murdoc and Paula...on the floor together, both covering themselves up with their hands and their clothes.

"What the fuck?!" Russel covered his eyes and turned away.

"R-Russel-" Paula's voice was trembling wildly. She obviously hand't even thought about getting caught.

"I told you to get out!" Murdoc said. The drummer shut the stall door in enough time for the two to quickly get dressed.

Murdoc stepped out of the stall and was pulled into Russel's grip. "What the hell was that?" He growled. Murdoc's eyes widened. Paula began to tremble; she tried to quickly escape but was caught in Russel's glare. "Don't you dare try to get out of this!" He warned.

"Don't you think you could get away with this scott-free!" Murdoc added. Russel shook him by the collar, earning a cough from Murdoc.

"That's 2D's girlfriend, man!"

"I think I'm well aware of that!" Murdoc retorted without thinking. Awful move. Russel quickly threw a punch in Murdoc's face. Followed by another. And another. Murdoc screamed out in agony as a pain formed against the bridge of his nose. He could feel it bending the wrong way already.

The woman before them screeched. Russel let go of Murdoc, sending him to the floor, and turned to her. "What were you thinking?" he asked loudly.

Paula was completely overwhelmed. "It was all Murdoc!" She said with a plea in her tone. "I didn't want to, he coaxed me into it! It's all his fault, Russ, you believe me don't you?!"

"Why were you even here then?!" Russel said. Paula went to explain, but Murdoc stood up.

And it hit him all at once. How much he despised Paula, how she was taking 2D away from him, and how she was using the poor guy. Everything about her, he hated. Loathed. And he wouldn't put up with it a second longer, no sir.

"You can't say this isn't your fault, you slut!" He yelled. Paula gasped and backed up. Murdoc stomped towards her. "You're an awful, pathetic bitch! Using people who don't deserve it, you deserve everything you're going to get! I don't want to hear another word come out of your mouth, do you hear me!? Get out!"

She trembled and yelped in protest. "R-Russel, get him away from me!"

"Get. Out!" Murdoc screamed. "You aren't in the band, you aren't welcome here anymore, I don't want to see your disgusting face!" This was coming from the man who's deformed nose was dripping blood like a faucet. He went to grab her, but she ran out of the bathroom screaming. The other boys followed.

2D had finished putting away the last of the groceries when he heard Paula's scream emit from the hall. He rushed out into the lobby to see her running towards the door.

"2D, help me!" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.

"W-What-" The blue haired man was too confused to move.

"Get out!" Murdoc screamed from the hallway. Paula rushed out crying and drove home quickly.

"Paula!" 2D went to go get her, but Russel placed a hand on his shoulder and simply shook his head. "You guys, what's going on?" He asked quickly. Murdoc was frozen in the entryway of the hall, as if getting near 2D would kill him. His eyes were wide with shock when he saw the singer.

"Um...'D..." Russel said slowly, patting the singer's shoulder. "Paula just cheated on you...with Murdoc..."

They all stood in complete, utter silence. 2D kept looking at both the men's faces, hoping they were kidding. Russel looked sorrowful, Murdoc looked surprised. "N-no..." said 2D. "No, t-that couldn't-...w-wha-...not Paula..."

"I'm so sorry, man," whispered Russel.

"N-No!" 2D objected. "She wouldn't...I-..." The reality of it all finally sunk in and 2D knew that Russel wasn't lying. He furrowed his brows. Then qucikly turned around and ran off towards his room.

"2D, wait!" Murdoc went after him but was stopped short by Russel.

"Don't even think of talking to him after that." Russel said. Murdoc didn't care about the beating he coud've gotten, or the reminder of said beating from the pain in his nose. He broke away from Russel's grip and ran after his singer.

For such a tiny framed man, 2D ran so fast. Murdoc was surprised he could keep up with him. They reached the car park, but before 2D could go to grab the door handle to his room, Murdoc yelled out. "I said wait, 2D!"

They both faced each other for a moment. Murdoc didn't get any closer. "2D...I-" What was he supposed to say? 'I'm sorry'? Like that would work!

He swallowed a hard lump in this throat when he finally caught a glance of 2D's expression. Even through his pitch black eyes, he could see hurt and confusion. And his lip quivered ever so slightly.

Before Murdoc could say anything else, the singer had already run into his room and locked the door. Just like he had many nights before this.

"Stu! Stu, open the door, c'mon!" The satanist ran to the door and pounded on it with his fists. "I mean it!"

There was no answer.

"Stu I-...I'm sorry!" He screamed. It echoed through the car park, it'd be impossible not to hear it.

But no answer still.

Murdoc pressed his back on 2D's bedroom door and fell to the ground. He sat there against the cold concrete. "I-I'm not leavin'! So you might as well open the door, Stu!"

All was silent.

"I swear it, Stu, I'm not leaving this spot until you let me talk to you!"

And so Murdoc spent the night leaning against 2D's door, not even bothering to go into his own Winnebago.