I'm sorry I just had to say, I'm a little dissapointed in this chapter. I dunno why though :o There's just some part of me that says I could have done a bit better. Oh well, I hope you like it.

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It was early afternoon; Murdoc had just stepped out of his winnebago and walked off into Kong. Russel was sitting on the couch. "Russ, I'm calling a band practice!" he plainly stated as he walked in. Russel was completely quite, not even acknowledging Murdoc's words. "Uh, Hello? Earth to Russel!" The other man was completely quiet. "Oh. Right. The silent treatment! Real mature, Russel. How long has it been, a couple weeks? And you're still giving me the cold shoulder?" He sneered and crossed his arms.

"It's been three days!" Russel suddenly yelled. "And you did something messed up, I don't even want to look at you!"

"Three days and you're still mad?" Asked Murdoc in general confusion.

"Are you really that thick, you don't even care!?"

"I didn't do anything wrong anyways, so shut it!" Murdoc turned around and huffed. "Whatever, lousy sod...don't want to talk to you either..." Murdoc's voice grew quieter and quieter as he gently touched his nose with the tips of his fingers. "you fucking busted my nose...real bad, too..."

Just as Murdoc was about to walk out the front door, he heard Russel call out behind him.
"You can't say you don't care, I saw you outside of his door for a day straight!"

Murdoc turned around yet again and clentched his fist. "I didn't fucking do that, shut up!"

"You did!" Russel stood up and kept yelling at the older man. "You spent the night in front of his door and the day after that too! He didn't want to see you either, did he? I don't blame him!"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Murdoc was almost screaming at this point. He was trembling, angrier than ever. In one quick motion, he opened the door and stormed out.

He began to run back to the car park and get to his winnebago, wondering why he even bothered to get out in the first place. But as he reached the car park, he noticed 2D's bedroom door was open. He froze and his eyes went wide. "2D?" he called to the other.

When he got no answer, he approached the singer's room and stepped in. 2D wasn't there. He was due for it, having stayed in his room for so long at a time. Actually, Murdoc hadn't paid attention to him after the whole day he spent in front of his room.

Murdoc looked around at the room. The singer's bed was a complete mess, the sheets were basically falling off on the floor. His keyboard was tilted against the wall with the headphones still plugged in. He felt a slight twinge of guilt knowing that 2D forced himself to stay here all alone.

He stayed in there for a while, looking around, kicking a pair of pants or two away as he tried to walk through. He had picked up the keyboard 2D had been using but, since he couldn't play it as well at 2D, set it down over on his bed. Being in 2D's room...it made him feel closer to him. He'd been cut off from 2D after what he did, Murdoc felt miserable. He did everything he could to make the guilt go away. He tried to tell himself it was all Paula's fault; he tried to stop thinking about 2D. But the guilt was coming back despite himself.

"What are you doing in my room?" Murdoc looked over to see 2D glaring at him from the doorway.

"O-Oh. Yeah I was just-"

"Get out of here, Murdoc," said 2D in a monotone voice. Murdoc raised an eyebrow, never having heard that tone from 2D before. Murdoc went to reply but 2D had his eyes fixed on the keyboard Murdoc had moved. "Did you touch my keyboard?" He asked loudly.

"Hm? Oh. I just picked it up, that's a-"

"Don't touch my things!" 2D ran over and picked it up off of his bed. "You know how important this is to me, Murdoc, don't you dare touch it!"

"Take it easy, damnit!" Murdoc said in shock. "It's not like I was planning on fucking ruining it or some shit!"

"You already ruined it by touching it!" 2D frowned.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The bassist glared.

"Haven't you done enough?" Murdoc could've sworn he saw a couple tears in the singer's eyes as he said that. With a sigh, 2D dropped the keyboard on the floor. It hit the ground with a loud THUMP and about four of the keys snapped right out of it.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Asked Murdoc. "You JUST fucking said that was important to you! You fucking idiot!"

"If I'm just a fucking idiot then why the hell are you here still talking to me?!"

"What's gotten into you?! Why are you talking back?!"

2D clentched his fists and stepped forward as he yelled. "Because what else do I have to lose, Murdoc?!"

"What the fuck are you talking about, dullard?" Murdoc glared at the younger man.

"Get the fuck out!" 2D stepped closer to Murdoc and glared at him as tears began to roll down his pale cheeks.

Murdoc quickly reached forward and grabbed the collar of 2D's shirt. "I swear to Satan if you talk back one more time, you'll regret it, you little sod!"

"Get your hands off of me!" 2D shut his eyes tightly and threw a punch forward; it hit Murdoc square in the eye. He opened his own eyes and gasped when he had realized what he'd done. The enraged Murdoc growled loudly and punched 2D with more force, hitting him in the jaw, then again in the chest and once more in the stomach until he watched the younger man sink onto the floor.

His cheast was heaving and his body was trembling slightly with anger. "Damnit!" He breathed out as he touched his right eye. It hurt like hell and was already becoming slightly swollen.

Suddenly, Murdoc heard a whimper come out from the slumped over figure in front of him. Before he even looked down, he could feel a wave of guilt hit him all at once. Murdoc was almost terrified to look down at 2D, terrified of what he might see. He hadn't meant to hit him so hard...all the anger that had been pent up inside of him had come out at once.

Slowly but surely, their eyes met. 2D's eyes were narrowed at the satanist, filled with hate and fury. "2D..." Murdoc whispered in slight shock. The younger man stood up and quickly shoved Murdoc out of his room, wiping away a couple tears as he did. He slammed and locked the door behind him.

Murdoc stood in front of the door, dumbfounded. "2D, are you alright?!" He asked frantically when he realized just how hard he'd hit him. All he could hear was a couple coughs from the other side of the door, then silence. Murdoc sighed and shook his head.

The bassist really tried to have a normal day after that. All that was different was he had to stay far away from 2D and Russel. His eye was hurting like all hell. "Boy, 2D actually can pack a punch," Murdoc muttered to himself as he stretched out on his bed. "I never would've guessed...good for him."

By now, all of his anger had gone away. In fact, he hadn't been angry at 2D at all. Murdoc was only mad that he had been stood up too. But that didn't change the fact 2D probably hated him more than anything now, and he honestly didn't think there was any way to change that. A yawn slowly escaped his lips as he tried to forget about all the anger and confusion.

"Your poor eye," 2D whispered with a tiny frown. "I'm so sorry, Muds, I didn't mean it!"

"I know you didn't,love," replied Murdoc. 2D sat on the bassist's lap and straddled him, brushing Murdoc's hair out of his face.

"Alright, I am sorry though," 2D smiled warmly. Murdoc brought him forward and pressed their foreheads together.

"Will you shut up about that, eh?" He chuckled and planted a quick kiss on 2D's lips. Quickly, 2D pulled him back and eagerly pressed his lips on the other's for a longer kiss. Murdoc smirked as he felt 2D shyly pull away, he pressed his hands on the small of the singer's back.

"Murdoc?"

"Yeah?"

"I love yo-"

And just like that, Murdoc's small little daydream was over. Even in his head, Murdoc couldn't let himself hear 2D say that to him. It would make him feel to guilty.

"I need some rum..." Murdoc sighed and stood up. It was already really late, he had basically stayed in his winnebago all day. 2D was sitting outside of his door, smoking a cigarette. He hadn't noticed Murdoc standing in front of the winnebago, and the bassist took advantage of that, staying as quiet as he possibly could.

"Damnit, damnit!" cursed 2D quietly. He ran his hands through his hair and shut his eyes as he took a long drag of the cigarette. "Just gimmie a break, please?" He begged to no one in particular. Murdoc frowned and kept watching the scene. 2D stared down at his phone in his hands as it began to ring again. "Please just give me a break..." As his hands pulled out of his hair, a couple blue strands came out with it.

"Even his hair is falling out? Or..did it fall out?" Murdoc asked in his head. Suddenly, 2D yelled.

"Stop calling already!" He hadn't even answered the phone when he had yelled. In a fit of anger, he tossed his phone against the concrete of the floor in the car park. "Fuck..."

The older man watched as 2D stepped back into his room and shut the door behind him. Carefully, Murdoc stepped out of the winne and walked closer to 2D's door. But it wasn't the room he was going after, he was going for the phone.

Murdoc snatched the cellphone off of the ground and flicked it open with his thumb. About nine missed calls from Paula. And that was just in the last hour.

2D opened his bedroom door with a sigh. "Damn it-" he saw Murdoc and quickly held his breath. "You're just everywhere, aren't you?" He asked.

"Sorry,mate," He set the phone back on the floor and kicked it over so 2D wouldn't have to come closer. "See? Don't have to get near me if you don't want to. I'll be going, huh? Don't stress it..." There was a thick silence in the air for a bit as 2D picked up his cellphone and frowned.

"M-Murdoc?" 2D's trembling voice came out quietly as the bassist began to walk back to the winnebago. Murdoc stopped for a second and replied with a "hm?"

"Why Paula?...Out of all the girls...really, Murdoc..."

Murdoc looked at 2D over his shoulder and sighed. "Would you believe me if I said I did it for you?..."

"For us...." he thought sadly.

"Probably not," said 2D. "But...maybe..."