(A/N: Alrighty then! lol. Ace Ventura reference. :P Anyways, Last chapter, this chapter and maybe like two other chapters I haven't actually WRITTEN in a binder or anything. There just coming out of my mind as I type. The reason for this is because the rough draft for the story wasn't very good. In all honesty. It had a good plot though! It just wasn't well written. Like I said! It was written like a year and a half ago. :/ So yeah. I'm just adding more details. Like the video shoots and all that juicy stuff. Oh! Yeah. The original Gorillaz plot is sort of in affect, I skiped a few things, like them getting death threats and all that. No, I haven't skiped over the "Feel Good Inc." video or the "Dare" video, they just come later and if you read on, you'll know why. :D Enjoy! By the way! Be lucky I love Gorillaz or I'd have put up my crappy-ass story instead of this half-way decent one! Seriously! The draft was only like 7 chapters! And lookie there, what chapter are we on? Seven! lol. There's still a bunch to go. Not a bunch but quite a bit. So bomonose'! Or however you spell it! :D)

Chapter Seven

The plane ride to where ever we were going was long and tiring.

First off, Murdoc wouldn't tell me which desert we were going to,all he said was that the country starts with an A.

Second off, I was scared to death of riding in planes, sure I've riden in a lot before but that dosen't mean I enjoyed it.

Third off, well I was just bored.

I was stuck in the middle of 2-D and Murdoc the whole time and about three hours into the flight I had to piss like a race horse, so in order for me to get out into the isle I had to crawl over 2-D, Russel and Noodle, not that theirs much of Noodle to crawl over.

I'm pretty sure I must have kicked Murdoc in the face while I was scrambling to get over them because when I got back he had a red boot mark in the middle of his forehead, plus the fact that he gave me the worst charlie horse I'd ever recieved in my entire life.

After another two hours of boredom, interupterd luckily by a woman screaming her water had broken which was pretty nasty, birth definatly isn't beautiful, not like I'd know cause when she said that I turned my disk-man as loud as it'd go and looked out the window past Murdoc, anyways after those two hours we finally got off the plane and went and claimed our luggage.

As soon as we steped out of the airport Murdoc raised his arms above his head and screeched,

"Welcome to Africa!"

I looked around wide eyed, along with Russel and 2-D.

Apparently Noodle and Murdoc have seen somthing like this before but for the three of us it was completely diffrent.

I could sort of descride this town as a dry, desert town.

It kind of reminded me of Mexico but this place was a little more cultural, you could say.

It looked like there wasn't any greenery for miles.

The water supply here looked pretty low too but what really got me wondering was what was a big airport doing in a little village like this.

I didn't ponder to long though because a black army jeep pulled up in front of us and Murdoc said that this was our ride.

I climbed in behind Noodle and closed the door.

It was suprising spacey in here. Not limo spacey but still pretty big.

As we rode farther out of the village I rolled down the window and stuck my head out looking around excitedly.

Noodle squeezed her head out beside me and we laughed like nerds going to a star trek convention.

2-D stood up and looked out threw the sun roof.

Russel was being more controlled, he had his window down but he wasn't leaning half way out it like the rest of us.

Murdoc was sitting in the front talking to the driver and smoking a cigar.

The ride was fun even though we saw mostly sand.

When we got out of the jeep I thought I was gonna melt.

It had to be at least 120 out here.

I wasn't the only one who thought this because 2-D had striped of his shirt and Murdoc was working on getting his pants off.

That probably sounded dirty but who cares? It's damn scorching out here!

I opened the jeeps trunk and got into my bag pulling out a pair of loose shorts and a tank top.

Everyone else, including the producers and the rest of the people working on the video, were half dressed.

Girls wearing swim suits and guys in shorts, it was sorta like being at the beach except there wasn't any water, only 120 degree weather and sand...lots of sand.

There didn't seem to be any tents to change in and everyone was undressed anyways so I peeled my sweat soaked shirt off and put on my tank top. Then I sat on the back of the jeep and pulled my boots off, yanking off my jeans and replacing them with my shorts.

I put my boots back on and stuffed my sweaty clothes in my bag.

My boots, luckly, matched my shorts, which were a dark brown, and my tank top was one I stole from Bailey a while ago for being a git, which was army green.

When I closed the trunk Murdoc yelled to me with a snicker in his voice, "Oi. Nice nickers!"

I'm not good with come backs but I reply, "Thanks! Thea' you's!"

"I don' wear boxers, love!"

A few people around laugh in a friendly way and I stand silent for a second then I yell back,

"Wot I men' ta say wos tha' thea you' boyfrien's."

The people that laughed before howl loudly at my response.

This time he goes quiet but his eyes light up a second later.

"I wonda' what Bailey would have to say about that."

Then he turns around, a big grin still on his face, and walks off towards where the camera's and costume's are.

I stand dumb struck at his come back.

2-D comes running up to me smiling.

"You loo' cute."

I smile back.

"Aw. Fanks. So do you. Is tha' wot you' wearing in tha video?"

He was shirtless with dog-tags on and an army helmet. His pants about matched the color of my shirt and they were tucked into his boots. His gloves matched my pants too.

"Yeah. Pre'y nifty, huh?" His cheeks were tinged pink and his arms were getting about the same color.

"I fink you need some sun lotion. You' sta'ting ta burn." I tell him as we start walking towards everyone.

He looks down at his arms and shrugs. "I pu' some on when we got 'ere. My skin absorbs tha stuff."

I laugh.

The first two days went well I suppose you could say.

There were a few things that went wrong though.

Like the fact that the truck some company was lending for the video didn't come.

The company was being a bitch and changed their minds about lending out the truck.

Everyone was pretty pissed. Even me and I wasn't even a part of the video.

To smooth out peoples anger someone opened up a couple bottles of Captain Morgan and some off brand Mexican snake liquior and everyone had shots except the kids of course.

Murdoc, being the most bad tempered, chugged half a bottle of Morgan, almost throwing up mid-chug, and not even half of the Mexican stuff before going and laying under a tarp with all of the equipment and moaning miserably. I think even he has his limits.

Noodle's only 13 but hey! I thought it'd be okay if she had a shot. It's not like I'm getting her hammered.

One shot and she was done anyways. Not even one shot! More like a drop. She gave it back to me with a look like she'd smelled somthing bad and I laughed.

I guess Russel wasn't into liquor cause he sat around laughing at everyones antics.

Someone put some music on, Mindless Self Indulgence I think, and it got crazy.

2-D was having a ball. Dancing and everything.

He had a lot to drink but I'm pretty sure he'd dance even if their wasn't alcohol involved.

I danced with him a bit but my attention got lost on somthing else.

I guess you could call me a light-weight because after about 7 drinks I was DONE! And I mean DONE!

You wanna know how I knew I was done?

The next morning I woke up puking sand.

Apparently me and a few other drunk sods thought we'd have a sand eating contest.

I lost but the poor bastard that kept eating wasn't doing very well.

Murdoc showed up with an army truck of some sort.

Didn't say where it was from but who cares, the video was ready to be shot.

So everyone got ready, in position and everyrhing.

It was still hot as hell but if things went well this would be our last day here.

Everything did go well up until Bootie Brown, one of the rappers, got stuck in a hole.

He was supposed to pop out from underneath a tarp with sand on it but there was to much sand piled onto of the tarp so he couldn't get out.

When they got him out though he was a trouper and said, "Let's try it again."

That really got me admiring him.

Again everything went well until they filmed the end and the truck broke down just before they got over the hill.

Everyone decided to leave it though, seeing it looked good the way it was.

I though we would of been here longer but it was a suprisingly short video shoot.

Before leaving for the airport I talked to Booty.

"Wotcher Booty! Tha' was wicked wot you did'. Fallin' down an' gettin back up, so ta speak." (A/N: Wotcher, is like saying, what are you up to. Google it :D)

"Yeah. Well, we had to get it done. Wasn't gonna cry about somthing little like getting buried under sand." He laughed.

I laughed with him. "I know bu' the way you did it. You were all like, 'Is' cool ya'll.'" I imitate his voice.

A howl of a laugh comes out of him. "You crack me."

2-D comes strolling over and puts his arm over my shoulder, smiling. "S'time ta go Sky."

"Kay. Well, nice meetin' ya Booty!" We shake hands and then he shakes hands with 2-D.

I head to the jeep but I hear Booty say to 2-D. "Funny girl you got there."

"Yeah. She's grea' isn' she. Well, I'll see ya aroun'." 2-D replies jogging towards me.

I smile to myself.

I slide into the jeep beside Noodle, 2-D on my other side and we're off.

I stick my head outside 2-D's window and he looks out with me.

Looking over at him I smile.

Crap,..............I am such a Juliet.

Chapter 7 End