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Chapter 4

2D and Noodle sat in the black leather chairs of the Study Room, waiting for the young girl to come back; they had seen her walk back into the mansion not even five seconds ago and knew that she would come over to the room. They turned their heads as the lift doors opened and the girl stood in the small space as anticipated.

"Hi", she greeted, walking over to stand in front of them. "Were you guys waiting for me?" asked Brooke.

"Yeah, we figured tha' if you were gonna stay here for a while, you migh' as well have someone 'elp you ou' and show you around the place," 2D answered with a small smile.

"That's very kind of you two, but that won't be much of a problem. Most of the Gorillaz fans know this place inside out, and one of my best friends is one of those, so I kinda know my way here too." Brooke glanced down at the ground, a thought going through her head. "She also knows the exact coordinates to Plastic Beach..." Her eyes widened and she almost gasped out loud but soon remembered the other two people in the room.

"Are you okay?" Noodle asked when she noticed Brooke's expression. She wasn't on the island for half an hour and she was already acting strange.

"Nothing," Brooke answered quickly with a smile. "I just remembered that my friend was a huge fan of you guys, and I thought that maybe I could call her later to see her reaction," she said, pulling out her phone with a grin.

2D and Noodle glanced at each other, unconvinced, but went along with it seeing as she probably wouldn't tell them what was wrong. "So, if we left you alone for twenty minutes, you wouldn't do anything wrong?" Noodle asked, uncertain as to whether they should leave her alone or not.

"Well, I can't promise you anything, but I won't do anything to anything of yours if I do." 2D raised an eyebrow at this but shrugged his shoulders and stood.

"C'mon, Noodle. Lets go to the beach." 2D grabbed Noodle's hand and Brooke couldn't help but notice that Noodle's cheeks took up a light pink color as the two musicians walked away and stepped into the lift.

The young teen waited two minutes before walking towards the large windows and grabbing her phone, dialing a friend's number as she walked. Brooke waited five seconds before someone answered.

"¿Si? ¿Con quien hablo? (Yes? With whom am I speaking?)"

"Claudia?" Brooke asked with a smile. There was silence on the other line before the other answered. "... Yes, Brooke?"

"You know the coordinates to Plastic Beach, right?" she asked, her grin widening further. "Uh-huh..."

"That's what I thought. So, listen, I wanna ask you for something that I know you're gonna like. I've got an idea..."