(A/N:Hullo! :D Well. Not much to say. I might not update as often because of school coming into the last nine weeks and me needing to catch up on work and stuff. Plus I'm starting to run about two miles a day to keep in shape. And so I'll be smexy during the summer! lol. Well about this chapter, huuurm, well, you know wot? Just read it! Hee-Hee. And review. That'd be nice to. Seriously people! If your liking what your reading than tell me and their might be a sequel. . Theirs supposed to be one anyways BUT I haven't written it yet. I've got ideas though! By the way, the way I typed this chapter is a little diffrent, it's more like a novel would be typed. Sort of. :/ Well! On to the story!)

Chapter Six

"We'e goin whea?!" I ask shocked. Murdoc growls, and snorts out smoke from his cigarette. "WE'RE goin ta the desert ta record tha Dir'y 'Arry video."

Russel glares at him and Noodle sighs.

"Yo, Mudds. Sky's a part of this family just as much as you! She's goin' to!" Russel hollers. Murdoc bites down hard on the end of his cigarette and looks around the kitchen at us all, not including the still sleeping 2-D. "WOT FAMILY?!" He hollers back.

After that yell it got quiet and Noodle had this sort of rejected look on her face. Murdoc must of saw this and I figured he had a heart because after that he said in a hushed voice. "Jus' get you' shit packed before one. The plane leaves at two." And with that Murdoc left.

Russel shakes his head. "Damn cracker ass needs to chill the hell out."

Noodle giggles and I swear to you says, "He's just over worked" in fluent english. My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

Russel responds to her comment by saying, "Naw. He's always been like this. Actin' like he has a pole up his ass." I want to laugh at his comment but the fact that Noodle could speak FLUENT english and didn't tell me shocked me.

They both looked at me googling at them. "Nani?" Noodle says, which by now I know means "what".

"Oh, Don' you neni me. Why didn' you tell me you could speak english?"

Russel grins and looks over at Noodle. She shrugs and smiles at him. I kind of feel upset. Just a little and only because Noodle didn't tell me she spoke english. All this time I've been acting out what I'm trying to say to her and making myself look like an idiot, or a bigger idiot like Bailey would say.

Russel pats me on the back and says, "Don't feel bad. She got us to."

One of my eyebrows raises and I look over to Noodle, bewildered.

"It was fun while it lasted." She laughs, innocently.

This time my mouth drops open a little and my eyebrows rise. Russel chuckles.

"You should feel special. She only does it to the people she cares about. No exception to Alister even though he speaks japanese."

I close my mouth and smile at them.

"No wonda I'm mo'e insane than I eva wos."

It's their turn to raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" Noodle asks.

I laugh. "Is' cos I 'ang out wif you lot."

I'm guessing they didn't take any offense to my comment because they laugh to.

"Speakin' of insane, why ah we goin' ta tha dessat' now? Is' tha tweny' thi'd of Decemba'! Is' freezen' ou' thea!"

Noodle replies, "Yes, it's cold here but it's warm in the desert. Since we're going this time of year it won't be so hot there. Plus we don't celebrate Christmas because of Murdoc being a Satanist and everything so it all works out."

"Oooooh. Okay. I wasn' thinkin'. Sorry."

"It's alright, we all do that once in a while."

Even though she was thirteen she probably made the most sense out of everybody I knew. Plus she was the nicest to me, besides 2-D. Russel's nice but he picks on me a lot. He probably doesn't do it to be mean but still.......it hurts my feelings. I KNOW! I'm a whiner.

It was 12:30 now so I floated off to 2-D's room.

When I reached his door I knocked lightly. I heard a muffled, "Commin."

Opening the door I found 2-D, tired looking, in his palm tree boxers and a tank top, looking through his dresser, pulling out articles of clothing and throwing them in a suitcase.

I walk over and sit on his bed. He kicks the suitcase shut and bends down, locking the latches. A few pieces of clothing stuck out of the edges.

Looking at me he smiles. " 'Ave you got you' bag packed yet?' He asks, while putting on a pair of pants.

"No' yet. I was jus' abou' to bu' I didn' know if you knew we was leavin'. So I decided ta come an tell yah."

"Oh. I know alrigh'. Mudds came down 'ere an frew dis at me. Tol' me ta pu' some clothes innit an ta be rea'y ta leave in about an 'oua."

"I'm sorry."

" 'S'not you' faul' love........ Well, ya betta go an' pack ya bags befoa' Mudds comes an frows a sui'case attcha." He laughs.

I laugh with him, I loved being around 2-D.

Sure, my sanity was at stake with him and his beautiful music but who cares? Now a days I'm laughing a lot more and smiling a lot more too, thanks to him and Noodle and Russel and yes, even Murdoc.

When Murdoc wasn't drunk or in a bad mood he was actually really funny. He had all these crazy ideas about building an island out of used rubbish, like old car parts and CD's and the sort and placing it in the middle of nowhere. We actually have a few things in common, like he thinks that James Blunt is the captain of all dildo's, not the way I'd put it, but I completely agree. It's funny but I kind of think of him as my demented, sadistic, not to mention demonic, older brother who has a soft spot somewhere deep inside his hard shell exterior.

Russel's like an older brother to. Except he wouldn't try to kill you if you drank the last cheap, off brand beer in the fridge, not that Murdoc REALLY tried to kill me.....he just sort of threw the empty beer bottle at my head and it's not like I was out for that long! Only like an hour or so. Bailey was kind of mad which was weird for her to, how do you say it?, defend my honor in a way.

Yes! Yes! I know! What a cliche' but Noodle really is like the little sister I never had. Even though I couldn't understand most of the stuff she said before today. Who really cares though? It was a learning experience. She even tried to teach me how to play guitar....but that didn't go so well. I'm better at keyboard. It's only been about two weeks but I've managed to learn how to play a few songs like "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" and that sort of jazz. Not literal Jazz. I go to my room and start packing my bag. I figure since it's gonna be hot I should wear light clothes, so I pack mostly basketball shorts and tank tops with the occasional t-shirt and Capri's. I also pack my two favorite CD's in the world, besides Gorillaz, The Cranberries and R.E.M. I throw in Massive Attacks new album too with my CD player, or disk-man technically, I've had the thing forever.

Lugging my bag to the kitchen I find Murdoc.

He looks a little crabby but I take my chances and sit in front of him at the table, setting my bag in one of the other chairs.

"You rea'y?" He asks gruffly.

"Yea'." I reply.

He sighs threw his nose, noisily and rolls his eyes away from me. "Sorryfoalil'whileago." He mutters.

My head tilts un-voluntary to the side and a, "huh?" comes out of my mouth.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at me squarely in the eye and says, "I'm sorry bout' earlier." His voice was as gruff as ever but his apology touched me.

"Aw. Mudds, Ya didn' 'ave ta apologies. Thanks though." I smile.

His eyes narrow and he sighs loudly and dramatically. "Yeah. Wot eva' floats you' boat." And with that he takes a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one up. Surprising me yet again he offers me the pack and I take it graciously, pulling one out and lighting it with my lighter.

I always kept one with me, even if I didn't have cigarettes. Just in case, ya know?

About a half an hour later Murdoc and I started to talk about whether we think the Bermuda Triangle was a myth or not. He said he recons it's those harpy things coming out to sea and taking people away like in the old Olympic tales. I though maybe the Triangle had some weird powers or something but Murdoc DID make a fair argument and I had to agree that what he said maybe true.

Russel walked in, followed by 2-D who was dragging his suitcase behind him.

I laughed when I noticed Noodle was perched on top of his suitcase.

Halfway through the doorway he gave up and slunk into a chair beside me.

"Alrigh', everyone packed? Good! Let's get goin' then." Murdoc said, heading for the door.

Looking around at us all I smiled to myself. We really are like a family.

Not the traditional, mother, father, daughter, son, family but the, dark and sinister oldest brother, big yet kind middle brother, tall and lanky youngest brother, small and cute little sister and then me, to Noodle, Russ and Mudds I guess I'd be the mental case sister in law.

Not bad mental case and not sister in law as in I'm a whore, sister in law but as in, I'm actually a REAL part of this family sister in law.

To 2-D I'd be the wide minded girlfriend. Wide minded as in mental case. Aren't we all though?

Chapter 6 End