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"Murdoc..." 2D called.

Murdoc frowned at the tone of his voice, getting up immediately. A few minutes later he was in the living room, staring at 2D staring at a newspaper. His heart dropped, and he slowly walked over to 2D, looking at the newspaper.

There was a whole story with a stupid picture of them talking to each other.

"What does it say?" Murdoc asked wearily, not wanting to read it all.

2D folded the newspaper up, giving it to Murdoc. "Basically that we're all lovey-dovey and stuff. In other words, the whole country knows now."

The bassist groaned. "Next thing they're going to ask us to do tv shows and shit. Well, I ain't doing that."

2D stretched out on the couch, putting his hands behind his head. "This is really embarassing. Now people are going to think that I'm attracted to men like you," he sighed, looking up at the ceiling in dispair.

Murdoc glared at him. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean, men like me? Look, we had this discussion before, you should be happy!"

2D shrugged, not wanting to cause another fight. Murdoc rolled his eyes and sat next to him.

"No, go on then, dearest little Stu. Please do tell me why I am such a horrid man to date," Murdoc said sarcastically.

2D glanced at him. "Why do you care so much? You've got tons of birds who want to fuck you. Didn't think you were one to have self-esteem issues," 2D said, snickering.

Murdoc gave a growl and slapped him on the side of the head.

"Why do you keep doing that?!" 2D exclaimed, rubbing his head.

"I don't fucking care, and I don't have self-esteem issues you little twat. I was just..curious," Murdoc snapped.

"Oh," 2D said, standing up.

"Oi, hang on. You still haven't answered me," Murdoc said, pulling 2D back down by his shirt.

2D frowned. "Answered what?"

Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Why would it be so horrible to date me?"

2D ran a hand through his hair. "Oh, that. I already told you that, Muds, remember? You're a dick, an alcoholic, abusive, no personal hygiene."

"You forgot old," Murdoc said through gritted teeth.

"Oh yeah. Thanks," 2D said, grinning at the bassist.

Murdoc glowered, crossing his arms. "You wish you were dating me."

2D laughed. "Why would you think that?"

Murdoc let a smug smirk play on his lips. "I see how you look at me sometimes. You're queer as fuck, Stu."

2D glared at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

Murdoc leaned back, gesturing at his body. "You know you want this, 2D. Stop lying to yourself," he grinned.

2D burst into laughter, making Murdoc's grin melt off his face.

"Muds, I'm sorry, but you're being kind of fucking delisional. I'm not gay, and especially not for you."

Murdoc grasped 2D's hair, finally having enough. "Look here, you little fucker. If you don't stop with the fucking sass I'm going to punch it out of you."

"I'm just being honest..!" 2D whimpered, still leaning sideways because of Murdoc grasping his hair.

Murdoc pulled 2D's face inches away from his own. "Oh, you're being honest, eh? Well, let me be honest as well. You're an brainless little idiot, with nothing inside his head but his eyes."

2D didn't reply. Nothing he hadn't heard before. Murdoc saw 2D didn't really care about the insults, and he sighed, shoving 2D away from him.

"Dickhead," he muttered.

2D turned to him. "What did I do?"

Murdoc glared at him, standing up. "You're a dimwit. And you're so not sleeping in the Winne tonight."

2D looked up at him. "I don't really have a choice. I spoke to Noodle and she said that it doesn't count if I don't do it.. for every day I don't sleep in the Winnebago with you, is another day we have to pretend to be dating, even after those 2 months."

"God fucking damn it!" Murdoc snarled.

2D looked a bit hurt. "What's so bad about me sleeping in your Winnebago? It's not like I make much sound."

"No, but it's my fucking Winne. I do not like other people sleeping in it with me, unless it's for my sexual needs."

They both glanced at each other awkwardly when he said that.

"Well it's not my fault. You don't have to act as if I'm horrible to be in the same room with," 2D said, staring at his hands.

Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Don't act like a fucking girl about it, Stu."

2D crossed his arms, pouting. "I'm not."

Murdoc leaned down and ruffled 2D's hair mockingly. "Yes you are, sweet little Stu-Pot. Want me to give you a little kiss to make you feel better?"

2D gave him the finger, and Murdoc laughed, walking away. A thought struck 2D and he stood up and quickly followed him.

"Murdoc, wait. Could you clear up some space on your floor today? I want to bring my mattress and I had to fall asleep curled up yesterday.."

Murdoc stood there, rubbing his chin for a moment as if he was thinking deeply.

"No."

"Aww, come on Muds! You at least get to sleep in your own bed, I have to make do with what I can."

Murdoc shrugged. "Couldn't really care less, sunbeam."

"Dick," 2D muttered.

"You like to suck it," Murdoc replied, walking away.

2D looked around, grabbing a nearby cushion and throwing it at the back of Murdoc's head without thinking about his actions. The latter froze, and 2D yelped and raced away. He jumped into the nearest room, which was the bathroom, locking it swiftly.

Murdoc banged on the door.

"Open the bloody door you fucking twat!" he snarled.

"I'm really really sorry Muds! It – it slipped out of my hands!" 2D whimpered, holding the lock which Murdoc was now trying to twist open from the outside.

"Bullshit! Let go of the fucking lock you fucking.." Murdoc muttered as he tried to twist the lock.

Eventually the lock shifted, and 2D ran to the back of the little bathroom, cowering in a corner. Murdoc banged the door open, standing in the door opening with a murderous look on his face.

He walked slowly over to 2D, who was shaking more and more now. He pulled the singer up by his collar, and 2D squeezed his eyes shut, awaiting the beating. When nothing came after a while, he opened one eye to see Murdoc looking at him with an amused expression. He stared at the bassist in confusion.

"You finally decide to strike back, and you do that by throwing a fucking cushion at my head?" Murdoc asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

2D just blinked, not knowing how to react. Murdoc let 2D go, giving him a pat on the head.

"You tried, Stu. You tried."

With those words he walked away, whistling. 2D frowned.

"Oi, what's that supposed to mean?" he said annoyed, following Murdoc.

Murdoc gave him another condescending smile, and didn't reply. 2D pouted, walking away to his room in a huff.

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2D knocked on the Winnebago door with one hand reluctantly. "Murdoc, it's me," he said dully.

Murdoc opened the door, glaring at 2D, and stepping away to let him in. "You actually brought your fucking mattress."

2D dumped it on the ground, kicking items away. "Yeah, and my pillow and blanket. Not sleeping like a hobo just like last night."

"I gave you a pillow!" Murdoc exclaimed.

"Yeah, you did," 2D admitted, dragging his mattress further away from the door.

He put his blanket and pillow carefully on the mattress, then pulled off his shirt and crawled under the blankets. Murdoc glanced at his watch.

"2D, it's fucking twelve o'clock. What're you going to bed for?" he said, shaking his head.

2D shrugged, already closing his eyes. "I'm emotionally exhausted.." he mumbled.

The bassist chuckled, doubting 2D even knew what that meant.

"Night, Muds," 2D muttered.

Murdoc stayed quiet for a long time. "Good night, 2D."

A few hours later, when Murdoc was done with watching tv and reading and drinking and whatever the fuck he could think of without it having to involve women, he went to bed as well.

It wasn't long before he heard whimpering. He had turned the light off, so it was too dark to be able to see anything. The whimpering continued, becoming more loud and more alarming by the second.

"2D?" he hissed.

It was completely silent for a long while. Murdoc was starting to get a little worried.

"Muds?" he then heard a very small voice say.

He let out a breath of relief.

"Muds, I had a nightmare," 2D continued, still in that small, scared voice.

The bassist sighed. "What about?" he asked reluctantly.

"I.. I don't want to talk about it," 2D muttered.

Murdoc rubbed a hand over his face. "Well, just try to go back to sleep," he said tiredly.

It stayed silent for a while, and Murdoc hoped the singer had fallen asleep again.

"I can't," 2D then whispered.

"What do you mean you can't? You have nightmares at other times, don't you? What do you do when you wake up in the middle of the night then?" Murdoc asked frustratedly.

"I used to ask Noodle to sleep in the same bed as me.. we always used to do that when she was still really little, whenever she had nightmares she'd come and sleep in my bed and vice versa."

Murdoc waited for 2D to continue.

"When I get a nightmare nowadays, though, I.. I just lay awake in bed until it's time to get up," 2D then said quietly.

The bassist stayed quiet for a moment, not knowing how to react.

"Can I please sleep with you in your bed?" 2D asked abruptly.

"What the-?! No!" Murdoc spluttered.

"Please! I won't be able to get back to sleep otherwise and I'm really really tired," 2D wailed.

"I don't give a shit! You are not sleeping in my bed!" Murdoc snapped.

"Okay," 2D then said very quietly.

Murdoc ignored the tiny sting of guilt in his chest, turning around. It was silent for a very long time as Murdoc tried to sleep and 2D lay awake silently. Suddenly, Murdoc heaved a huge sigh.

"If you ever tell anyone about this I fucking swear.." Murdoc growled, pulling the blankets away to let 2D in.

The latter gave a small laugh, using his phone to find his way to the bed. He climbed in, the two boys trying to stay as far away from each other as possible.

"Thanks Muds," he whispered.

Murdoc rolled his eyes, ignoring him. Soon they were both sleeping blissfully.

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