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Chapter Three

"So, uh, Mudd's dosen'know abou' me stayin' wif you all yet?" I ask, while sitting at the kitchen table, eating "welcome-to-your-new-home-cookies", oh, so graciously made by Noodle.

After un-packing all my things, twice in once day may I add, with the help of Russel and Noodle, 2-D had run off like a git, we headed into the kitchen. Noodle made cookies while me and Russel had a nice chat over tea, milk for him.

"Naw. It's not up to him if you stay. It's the decision of the whole band. So by majority, your staying weather he likes it or not." Russel replies, sticking an abnormally small cookie in his mouth. Smiling, I take a cookie from the plate too.

"Thanks again fo' 'elpin un-pack my crap" I say, taking a sip of my tea.

" No problem. Sorry 'bout D not helping though. Said he gets nervous around you or something like that." He replies.

Choking on the swallow of tea I had just taken, I spit it back in the cup. Russel gives me a look. "Nervous? Wot do you mean? 'E...E' dosen' 'ate me does 'e?" I ask.

Russel smacks his big hands on the table and laughs loudly.

"Actually it's the complete opposite. He digs you. No doubt about it. How old are you anyways?" He says.

Nibbling on a cookie, I mumble, " 'm 24. Why would 'e like me anyway? I'm a nutta'."

Russel raises an eyebrow and then shakes his head. "You seem pretty okay in the head to me. That's coming from a former insane person though." He shrugs and continues, "Anyways you two are about the same age...give or take a few years. He just turned 26 in....," He pauses to think for a minute and continues again, " In May. It's November now so about six months ago." He finishes, standing up and scratching or more like rubbing, his bald head.

Saying bye, he (A/N: Sorry but I have to say it) makes like a tree and leaves.

Pushing my tea away from me so as not to drink it, seeing as I had spit in it earlier, I tap my fingers on the table with one hand and rest my chin in the other. Letting my inner monologue take over I sit and stare blankly out the glass door.

" I wonda' if Russ is serious. Probably just messin' 'roun wif me. Wot if e's not though. Oh man. Wot am I gonna do? I sota' like D. Ah! I don' wanna be like one of those cliche' girls in the movies! Or anotha' Juliet! You can' fall in love jus' by lookin' at someone. Then again tha' girl I use' to 'ang out wif durin' 'igh school ran away wif tha' boy she was datin'. 'E DID knock 'er up though.....so tha' could of 'ad something to do wif it. Gah. I need ah cig. All dis think's makin' my brain 'urt."

After that I tuned myself out and let music flow threw me.

2-D's P.O.V (Point of View)

Walking into the kitchen, passing a snickering Russel on the way, I sit down in a chair across from Sky.

Her eyes looked glassy and out of focus. She didn't seem to see me.

Next thing I know, Noodle comes prancing into the kitchen singing nosily.

Hearing a thud, I look back over to Sky and realize her head had fallen out of her hand causing her to completely head-desk.

Looking up slowly, she yawns. "Huh? Where-wha?.....Oh. Righ'. Guess I musta' dozed off." She says, yawning again.

Looking at me clearly, she gives me a sleepy smile and waves.

Noodle prances back out of the kitchen with a juice box in hand.

Waving back, I laugh nervously. "So uh, what'cha wann' talk about?" I ask.

She shrugs. "Er, Wanna play 20 questions? An' you 'ave any cigs? Tha' one didn' coun' cause we 'aven't sta'ted yet." She says scrunching her nose, cutely may I add, and pointing.

Taking out a pack of lucky lungs from my shirt pocket, I hand it to her.

Shrugging back I reply, "Sure. We should 'ave some rules though."

"Oh! I 'ave a good one! We 'ave to ansa' tha questions' in three sentences or less." She chips in, sticking a cigarette between her lips and lighting it.

When she hands back the pack, I take one out as well and light it up. "Alrigh' you can go firs'." I say.

"Okay, le's see....'ow'd ya 'air turn blue?"

"Fell out a tree. My turn. Ow'd YOU' 'air turn red?"

"Dad's a ginga' and mum's a blond. Ta-da! Magic." She says playfully, gesturing to herself. "Alrigh' wot abou' you' eyes?"

"Ca' crash. Mudd's ran me ova'. Pretty much." I grumble the last part. "You' eyes, thea' all orangey?"

"Red contac colo' got obso'bed into my eyes. Uhm. Wot 'appened to you' teef?"

I dead-pan, not because I'm annoyed or upset but because I don't know how to answer. "You know wot? I 'aven't the slightest clue." I laugh.

She cracks up as well. "The toof fairy came an decided 'e was gonna' rip some of you' teef out." She titters. "I wouldn' look it past 'im ta try." I reply.

Sky's P.O.V

2-D and I finished off our 20 questions game, drinking some coffee that had been sitting out for who knows how long while doing so.

" 'Ey, you wanna' watcha' movie?" 2-D gushed, leaning over the table and grinning like an idiot.

"Yeah. Sure." I reply, standing up.

"Grea'. Cause I jus' go' a new one an is' supposed to be real good." He went on as we walked into the room with the giant tv.

Russel told me it was the cinema but I preferred calling it "the-room-with-the-big-tv" just like I preferred calling "Aqua Music Shop", that old ass Record shop with the pimply cashier from whales, who was Canadian......and named Roderick.

As I sat in one of the seats, 2-D went over to this little plump looking man and told him which movie to play.

Coming back, he plopped down beside me and smiled. The commercials began to play as I spoke, "So wot kinda' movie is this?"

"Ah horra' movie. Zombie's and all tha'." He replies. "Ah! I 'ope ya don' min'. You' not sca'ed of movies like dis, ah ya?" He adds with a hint of worry.

"Huh?! I don' min'. I like these kinda' movies. Is' silly bu' Silen' 'ill is my fav'ite. Even 'ave tha' game." I reply.

He chuckles. "I 'ave it to. Well, the secon' one anyways. Which one do you 'ave?"

"Tha' fi'st one."

" Really? You fink I can borrow it sometime?"

"If you'll let me borrow you' s." I smile.

Nodding his head he smiles back. "Yeah."

It got remotely quiet but a scream broke the silence.

Looking around startled, I realized it was the opening credits of the movie rolling. Revealing a battered and bruised looking woman, that very much resembled a hooker I saw once on the corner while walking home, who was down to only her underwear and seemed to be running for her life while screaming her bloody lungs off.

I never understood why people did that in horror movies when their being chased, screamed. What was the point of it? You were only giving away your position to the one chasing you.

The screen then back tracked to show a man in only HIS under shorts being torn apart by a herd of zombie-fied people. It went back to the woman, still screaming may I add, who ran into a deserted looking village made of straw huts. There was a man facing away from her not anymore than ten feet away. She ran up to him and shook his shoulder, screaming and yelling and pleading, pointing back from where she can from. He turned around and smiled at her wickedly, revealing nasty, needle sharp teeth and bright red, sunk in eyes. One last shreak from her and the screen faded into black.

"Cannibal Island" oozed it's way onto the screen and the scene changed once more showing the man before, only he had sweet, shimmering green eyes and his teeth were perfectly white and straight. He was driving a mooter boat away from a dark looking island and whistling softly to himself, it zoomed in on the side of the boat to reveal what said, "Cannibala Island Tours". The "a" at the end of the "Cannibala Island Tours" peeled off and now the side of the boat read, "Cannibal Island Tours".

Hearing a light sniggering, I look over at 2-D. He shakes his head and says, "Typical."

Two and a half hours rolled by and the movie ended with a very predictable ending.

Another group of people went to the island, sexed each other up like in most movies, had a wild, drug and alcohol induced party and then the village of cannibal's came after them.

The first to go was a pair of lesbians, after that the black guy and then his booty butt girl friend. The nerdy guy who was hoping to get in on some lesbian action, theirs always one of them, was killed off next. Just when you though that the former jock and his abnormally blond gal-pal were going to make it, out of the bushes pops the man at the begging of the movie and BAM! Their mince meat.

Nodding off, I yawn and lean on 2-D. He struggles to get up but when he does he pulls me to my feet.

Putting my arm over his shoulder he drags me to my room. "C'mon, We gotta'......." He pauses to take a giant yawn and continues, ", get ta bed."

Getting to my door, he kicks it open and walks into my room. Which has yet to be painted, leaving it a dull mustard yellow color.

Practically flinging me onto the bed, he flops into the bed beside me.

To tired to say good night I let out a low mumble and 2-D did the same.

The next second, I was sitting at a table with Bob Marley, Jay Leno, The Mad Hatter and a giant caterpillar smoking weed out of a hookah.

Chapter 3 End