There he was. His wide eyes were wide in surprise and his mouth was slightly open. I tried to say something, anything; but there was nothing. Everything in my mind just vanished except for one thing.
It was him.
He didn't move. I thought about sprinting across the room and launching myself at him but my legs were locked in place. I could see Murdoc leering at me in the corner of my eye. He was probably going to use this to his advantage in the future.
Then I remembered Riley. I remembered that 2D left me with some bullshit story about needing some time for himself and I made myself look away. I could hear Murdoc chuckle. I looked up at him with curious eyes. Why did he bring me here? Why did I decide to do this? He just smiled at me and turned to leave. I made to follow him but he held up a finger.
"Nuh uh, luv. You need to get settled. This is where you'll be staying after all." He smirked at me before shutting the door in my face.
Gradually I began to realize that I was now locked in a room with my ex-boyfriend, who I happened to still be in love with. I could feel the blood rise up my neck and into my cheeks. I heard him clear his throat and I could just imagine him playing with the hem of the blanket tossed over his legs.
"Elle," he managed to get out. So far this was all he had been able to say. "Elle, I-I can't believe it's you."
I nodded, still not turning to face him. "I never thought I'd see you again." I whispered. I wasn't entirely sure he'd heard me; we had both fallen silent and it didn't seem like he was going to answer me. Hesitantly I turned around.
He was watching me. Taking me in, I could tell he was trying to soak all of my details in so that he could remember me if we parted again. It made my heart swell and tears prick at the back of my eyes. I loved this man. I could never truly leave him, no matter how many miles were between us. I looked back down at my fingertips to get my emotions under control. He had split up with me, no matter how much I wanted to be with him he had been the one to end it and he would have to be the one to start it again.
"So…I guess we'll be roommates again." He started awkwardly. He was playing with the top of his blanket again.
"Uh…yeah, I guess so." I murmured.
We fell silent again. I looked around the room. A life-size Spiderman figure with a mask glared back at me. There was a giant multi-plug sitting in the middle of the room. There were maybe four things attached to it. I couldn't help but smile; that was definitely something 2D would do, be overly prepared for something that wasn't going to happen. I slowly made my way to his bed and quietly sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Well, do you want to watch a movie? Murdoc has this company, Glovefilm, which sends us DVDs every few weeks. It's not the usual kind of company though." He held up a cover of one of the DVDs. I had to keep myself from laughing as I read the cover. A cheery, yet M-rated, cover of 'Tits a Wonderful Life' greeted me.
"Um…"I started, calming myself down, "What other films do you have?"
He sat up, excited. Obviously when it came to movies he forgot the awkwardness of the situation.
"Well, 'I have Driller Killer', but you've seen that one. I also have 'The Brood'. Oh wait! You'll love this one!" He held up another DVD case.
"'Let the Right One In'?" I said, plucking the case from his fingers. He nodded ecstatically. "I don't think I've seen that one."
He smiled a huge smile that almost swallowed his face. I couldn't help myself, his smile was contagious; I smiled back. Gingerly, he took the DVD back from me and put it in the DVD player. He looked around as if trying to figure something out and then he sat up and scooted over so that he was almost smashed into the wall.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He looked at me like he was crazy. "I'm making room for you, silly. The best place to watch the movie is right here and I was taking up all the space."
I stared at him for a moment, completely awestruck. The fact that he had left me or the fact that we hadn't seen each other in years didn't even register to him. Before I could stop myself I was clutching my sides laughing. He looked at me like I had gone crazy. Maybe I had; I wasn't entirely sure anymore.
"Watchu laughing about?" He asked, scratching the top of his head.
I wiped a few tears off of my cheeks. Making myself sober up I looked up at him.
"It's just," I started, not really knowing how to explain myself, "It's just, we've been—apart—for five years and this is the first time we've seen each other in all that time and you want to watch a movie like the old times. It's hard to register."
He tipped his head to the side in a questioning manner.
"Why is that hard to register?" He asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I figured we'd have to talk or something."
"Well, do you want to talk about what happened?" He whispered.
All of the previous humor in the situation we were in disappeared. It was now my turn to play with the edges of his blanket.
"'D, I've spent the past five years trying to forget about it." I murmured. A thought struck me. Before I could think about what I was saying I blurted out, "Noodle's back."
2D looked at me like I was crazy. "Watchu talking about? We saw the island go down, we saw it explode." His voice cracked at the last word, he cleared his throat and began again. "There was no way she could have survived that."
I reached over and grabbed his hand, which surprised me almost as much as it surprised him, "'D, I've seen her, talked to her. She's back. She said she was stuck in Hell or something and that Murdoc saved her."
2D scoffed, it was a sound that I had never heard come from him. "Murdoc doing something nice? Yeah right, I'll believe it when I see it." He spat looking away from me, "If he's such a nice person as to rescue Noodle from Hell then why did he kidnap me and imprison me here in my own personal Hell? Did you not notice that there was a bloody whale outside, staring at me?"
I looked out of the small porthole that was his window. Sure enough there was a whale leisurely swimming by. His eye narrowed at me and I heard him make a 'harumph' kind of noise. I raised an eyebrow.
"You think that a whale is staring at you?" I asked, incredulously.
2D nodded. "Murdoc paid him to watch me so if I try to leg it he'll come after me."
"2D, you do know how crazy your story sounds, right?" I said, patting his hand awkwardly. Apparently I hadn't thought about letting go of it.
2D's eyes narrowed. "I'm not crazy. I know that my fear of whales is strange or whatever you want to call it but that whale has been outside of my window ever since Murdoc dumped me on this bloody island! I don't want to be here. I want to go home. I want-." He stopped and looked up at me.
The despair in his face was enough to break my heart. I abandoned all the memories of him leaving me, at least for a moment, and I drew him into a hug. He sobbed dryly on my shoulder for a moment and then he fell silent. His forehead was resting on my shoulder and I had this feeling that he was smelling me. Normally that would creep me out but then the scent of cigarettes and incense hit my nose and I took a deep breath. God, I remembered that smell. It was the smell of old times; of better times.
Finally we pulled away. It was hard to keep eye contact. Especially when I was, once again, fighting tears. 2D cleared his throat again and picked up a pillow and the blanket still thrown over his lap. Pulling away from me he took them to the floor and lay down.
"Get some sleep." He murmured, making himself comfortable on the ground.
I thought about offering some space in his bed but the thought of him that close to me with the things between us that we hadn't mentioned was just too much. I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, and curled up into a ball and quietly cried myself to sleep.
God, I'm fucking tired.
This chapter was hard. Since I'm focusing more on Criminal Minds and Dr. Spencer Reid's sexiness my Gorillaz creativity is kind of running dry. But don't worry your pretty little heads, once I started this chapter I started to get into it and now I'm feeling a little bit better about it.
So I went to see The Last Airbender with mis padres. It was ok. It wasn't as good as the show but they had to take a lot of stuff out for time's sake you know? So I understand that point but they got Sokka and Aangs freaking names wrong. It's SOCK-a not SOAK-a and its AANG not AUNG. Seriously, you'd think that Mr. M. Night Shamalama-ding-dong would watch the show he signed up to make a live-action movie about. Jesus.
Okie doke. Now its time for me to go to sleep and dream sweet dreams about Dr. Spencer Reid.
And now I've realized how much of a phsyco I'm turning into. I should get some help or something. Oh well.
Stay classy folks, it's all good now because we've let the taps running for a hundred years. (Must be Aang's fault oh ho! I made a funny.)