AN} Sorry, late post kinda, haha. I went to a friends house, it was fun, I forgot to post all the documents I had been supposed to write, you know, that Junkers.

Paula's POV.

We drove back to my apartment, which I realized Murdoc had never been before. Really, what was the point, him coming to my home? I had spent my time at Kong, only coming to and having a apartment, to A) Rely on if the band didn't work out,(Good idea on my part, if I might add,) and to store all my shit.

He got out of the drivers seat, and took my hand. What the ell? Murdoc never made physical contact, other than for shags, and let alone, not SWEET moments. But here we were, sitting in my driveway, holding hands, not having sex, or making out, or anything of that sort.

It was... Unexpected. The good type.

I kissed his rough cheek, and jumped out of the car. He grunted at my ruining of the moment.

He followed me towards the porch, where I yanked out my keys outta my pocket. The keychain with a picture of my mom's grave always made me sad, so I didn't know why I didn't just take it off. Wow, I'm getting really sidetracked.

I shoved the key into the Lock, twisted it, and walked though the hallway, Murdoc trailing after.

It was a nice apartment, I'll admit proudly. Definitely my type. The whole area was 2 bedrooms, one and a half bathes, mine being at the far end of the house. The one door closest to the front porch was my guest room, usualy for my niece. She would come stay at least ten times a summer, and I adored the 6 year old.

Murdoc was admiring the nice navy blue walls, and my kitchen was relatively bare. Most of my stuff was at Kong. Just a Coffee maker, some pans, a couple wine and plastic glasses, and a bowl or two, as well as like, three plates.

I had gotten around to stocking up on food, though. Instant stuff, like canned soup, and fresh vegetables and fruits. "Oi, Muds, you hungry, love?" I called to him, when I told him to sit and watch the telly in the living room. "Umm, ya, if you wouldn't mind..." He said.

I got to work on my famous, and quick, Alfredo. 'This would go great with some wine...' I thought, mixing the pasta and cream sauce. I had also splurged on some wine, like 6 bottles, hey, they were on sale!

In about 20 minutes, I called to Murdoc, I couldn't carry all this food by myself. Well, I COULD, but what's the fun in not making Murdoc lug his lazy arse to the kitchen?

"Muds, what type of wine do you want with your Pasta?" I questioned.

"Umm... What do you got?" He cocked his head to the side.

I dug in the wine cooler, grabbing my two favorites. Moscoto and Barefoot Red. Murdoc chose the later, I popped the cork, and we had a meal.

The conversation was slim, but it was not awkward. It was comfortable, both of us enjoying the food. We finished a total of 2 glasses of wine each, and when we were done, I pulled out my icecream cake, it had been my birthday a couple days ago, and I'd came home to celebrate with Stuart.

We ate practically half of the cake, laughing and joking in between bites. This was a side to Murdoc Nicclas I'd never seen. I loved it.

AN} Please review, please? This story means ablob to me.

Ps) I don't know when Paula's actual birthday is, so... Ya.

PPS~. I should do a disclaimer. I obviously don't own Gorillaz, just this story and a pair of their Converse.

I Plan to post on Friday.