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2D sat up abruptly, panting, cold sweat beading on his forehead. It was completely dark, and he moved more to the side to find some comfort in Murdoc's arms, almost falling out of his bed when he found out Murdoc wasn't there. He grunted in confusion, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Where did the bassist go? 2D glanced at his phone, checking the time. Three o'clock. He rolled over, wondering if it was worth it to go look for Murdoc. The sod was probably in his Winnebago again. Although he hated to admit it, that hurt. He had grown used to them falling asleep together and he missed him when he wasn't there..
2D shook his head. Enough. He got up to have a glass of water, still shaking from the nightmare. He stepped into the kitchen, switching on the light. He grimly grabbed a glass, his hand shaking so badly he was afraid he was going to drop it. The singer took a sip of the water, wondering vaguely when this was going to stop. Ever since he had fallen out of that tree when he was a little boy, nightmares had been a frequent thing. Sometimes he would have nightmares every single night for three weeks, other times he would have months of peaceful sleep. The only person who knew about this was his mother.
It all depended on his average mood, really. When he was feeling rather down, his nightmares would occur often. When he was happy, no nightmares.
Right now, he was perfectly happy. He was having an almost-fuckbuddy relationship with Murdoc, and although it was a bit strange, it was fun for both of them. No strings attached.
Then why were his nightmares becoming so frequent again?
2D took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Horrible nightmare it was, too. And strange..
Well, there was no point in going back to bed, since he knew there was no way he would fall asleep. Maybe he should go to Murdoc..? Nah, fuck it. If the bassist left without even saying anything, he wasn't about to go snuggle up to him again.
He glanced out of the window. Pitch-black. Good time for a walk. Sighing, he went into the hallway, grabbing his jacket and checking if his cigarettes were there. He opened the door, taking a big breath of the cold air, then stepped outside. He walked slowly in the direction of the Winnebago, then having to remind himself that he wasn't going there.
Finding a nice spot to sit, he plopped down on a patch of grass, bringing a cigarette to his lips. He leaned back, looking at the black, starry sky.
"Faceache?"
2D yelled and jumped up, turning around to face a confused looking Murdoc standing directly in front of him.
"What're you doing here?" the bassist asked gruffly.
"What are you doing here?" 2D stuttered.
"Well, my Winne's there.." Murdoc nodded a few feet away to his vehicle. "And I heard footsteps outside. Why aren't you in bed?"
The singer stared at him, not replying for a moment. "Why.. aren't you in bed?"
Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Is this how you're going to be?"
2D swallowed. "..Is this how-"
"Shut it!" the bassist snapped, sitting down on 2D's old spot.
After a while, 2D sat down next to him. They sat in silence for a while, just staring up at the sky.
"Can I have a cig?" Murdoc then muttered.
2D tossed him one, and after lighting it, the bassist took a long drag, closing his eyes.
"You look like you haven't smoked in days," 2D remarked.
"I just.. needed this one," Murdoc replied vaguely.
It was quiet again.
"Why did you.." the singer trailed off.
"What?"
2D took a deep breath, wondering if it was worth it to ask about this. "Why did you leave?"
He hated this. On the surface their "relationship" seemed fun and nice and just amusing, but they both knew that as soon as they started to dig a bit deeper things got weird.
Apparently, Murdoc hated it as well.
"What are you even doing outside?"
2D sighed, leaning his head in his hands. "I.. had another nightmare."
"Oh."
Well, that was all the comfort he was going to get from Murdoc.
"I think I'll go inside," 2D said abruptly, standing up.
Murdoc stood up as well, frowning. "No, hang on.."
He grabbed 2D's hand, who looked up at him curiously. The bassist flashed him a grin.
"Join me in my Winne?"
The singer stared at Murdoc, shaking his head slightly. "You're like a fucking woman on her period with your sodding mood swings," he muttered.
Murdoc shrugged. "Well? You coming?"
2D stared at him for a while, pondering. "Do you really want me to come or are you just horny?"
The older man blinked at him, taken aback by the question.
"Well?" 2D persisted.
"Why are you asking all these strange fucking questions?" Murdoc suddenly snapped, pulling his hand quickly from 2D's.
"Why are you acting so fucking strange?" 2D snapped back.
Murdoc took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose with his forefinger and thumb.
"Ok, look. Let's not do this. I'm really not in the fucking mood for a fight. Are you coming with me to my Winnebago or not? I'm not fucking horny, for your information."
"Fine," 2D said coldly.
They walked quickly to the Winnebago, Murdoc holding the door open for him mockingly. 2D gave him the finger, stepping inside. The bassist slammed the door shut, and they stood there for a moment, glaring at each other. Suddenly, Murdoc stepped closer.
"You look really hot when you're angry, you little shit," he growled, putting his arm around 2D's waist and pulling him in harshly.
"I can't say the same for you since you always look angry," 2D snapped back.
Murdoc gave a smirk, his mood swings hitting him again. "Guess that means I'm always hot then."
2D gave a reluctant smile and Murdoc cupped his face, kissing him. 2D wondered vaguely if this was how it was always going to be. Him having questions needing answers, Murdoc not giving him those answers, them getting angry at each other and then becoming even more attracted to each other. He was going to get sick of these stupid games.
But not just yet. After all, there were only five more weeks to go, and then all of this would be over.
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