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2D slowly walked up to the front door, opening it quietly. He slipped inside, softly shutting the door behind him. His ears immediately filled with the sharp, shrill sound of Noodle yelling, with Murdoc yelling through it and Russel trying to calm everyone down.
2D groaned in despair. He really wasn't in the mood to go and be in the middle of this. He took a deep breath, then stepping into the living room. Noodle was standing on top of the coffee table to be equal to Murdoc's height, with Murdoc facing her and Russel standing behind Noodle, looking worried and angry.
"I TOLD YOU SPECIFICALLY WHAT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DO, 2D FOLLOWED THESE RULES PERFECTLY, YOU JUST HAD TO RUIN IT!"
"IT WAS ABOUT FUCKING TIME THIS SHIT WAS OVER, I WAS STARTING TO GO MENTAL! THERE WASN'T THAT MUCH TIME LEFT ANYWAY-"
Everyone went silent when they saw 2D.
"Toochi!" Noodle exclaimed, jumping off the table and running up to him. "I've been calling you for ages-"
"I know. I was asleep," 2D answered shortly.
Russel frowned. "Where?"
2D shrugged, avoiding everyone's eyes. "Outside."
"Why would you sleep outside?" Noodle asked, shaking her head.
"Because I felt like it."
It was silent for a while, Noodle and Russel glaring at Murdoc and 2D avoiding everyone's eyes.
"2D, did you happen to listen to the radio this morning?" Noodle then asked carefully.
The singer took a deep breath. "Yes."
Everyone tensed, their worse fears confirmed.
"Look. I won't show the tape, 2D. This is not your fault at all," Noodle said eventually, glaring at Murdoc again. "He said all those awful things about you. This is the only time I would approve of you punching him in the face."
2D didn't reply. Russel turned to Murdoc.
"You going to explain yourself, then?" he said sternly.
2D shook his head, turning around and leaving the room. He didn't want to hear a word from Murdoc. He went straight up to his room, shutting the door and falling onto the bed. A few moments later he heard a knock.
"Fuck off," he muttered, his words muffled by the pillow.
His door opened anyway, and he felt a heavy weight on his bed. He looked up to see Murdoc lighting a cigarette.
"Don't know what all the fuss is about, y'know? They act like it's the fucking end of the world," he said, rolling his eyes.
2D turned around, staring at him in disbelief. Murdoc glanced at him.
"Oh, for fuck's sake. 2D. You should be thanking me. Now we're both out of the bet and can go back to our normal, girl-shagging lives."
"Thankful?" The singer sat up.
"Why the fuck would I be thankful? You fucking humiliated me in front of who knows how many people, you've lied just to make yourself look smart and you insulted me, to say the least! Also, you could have let me known you were going to do this, maybe? That would have been nice, you know, instead of hearing how stupid and gay I am via the radio. I can't fucking believe you," 2D spat.
Murdoc frowned. "Calm down, faceache! Don't you see what I've done? It's brilliant! I've broken us up as simple as that! And don't worry about people talking, that'll blow over soon enough. And people know you're not the brightest anyway so they won't be dwelling on that for too long. And you can just prove the gay part isn't true – at least, for now – and shag a few birds in a public place. It's no big deal," he said, grinning at 2D as if he had done something amazing.
2D just stared at the bassist. "You fucking hurt me with what you said, you know," he then said quietly.
Murdoc blinked. "2D, I had to, don't you get it? We-"
"I was also kind of enjoying this. I thought you were too. Guess not then," the singer continued, lying back down and not looking at Murdoc.
"And you had to, did you? You had to say I was queer, dumb, too stupid to have feelings, that you'd never be serious with me. You had to say all those things, did you?"
"2D, come on. Stop overreacting, I've said worse. Like I said before, you should be thanking me," Murdoc said half-heartedly.
2D looked at him. "Fuck off."
Murdoc ran a hand through his hair. "You're not really angry about this, are you? Stop being such a girl, Stu! Don't you get it? We don't have to be in a relationship anymore!" he snarled.
"Like I said before, I was enjoying it," 2D muttered, pulling the blankets over him and turning his back to the bassist.
"Well.. just because we were enjoying it doesn't mean that we could have gone on with it forever."
The singer turned back around. "You were enjoying it as well?" he asked angrily.
"Yeah-"
"Then why the fuck did you even do that?!" he yelled, sitting up again.
"Because I panicked!" Murdoc snapped, then bit his lip, furious with himself.
2D frowned. "You what?"
"Nothing! Forget it, I never said anything!" Murdoc yelled, standing up.
"Yes, you did!" 2D yelled back, pulling him back down with the back of his shirt.
"What do you mean, you panicked?" he then asked on a quieter note.
"Never you mind. Let go of my shirt, you ponce," Murdoc muttered, not resisting 2D pulling him closer towards him.
"Muds, please? What were you talking about?" the singer said, all his anger seemed forgotten.
"Look, Stuart, just drop it, all right?" Murdoc groaned.
He leaned forward, cupping 2D's face in his hands and kissing him deeply, thumbs brushing his cheeks. The bassist broke away quickly.
"Just drop it," he muttered, standing up and leaving the room.
2D stared after him, completely dumbfounded.
"You're a fucking idiot if you think I'm going to just drop it," he called after him.
His reply was a slammed door. He didn't really know how to feel right now. He was incredibly angry and hurt, but at the same time he was sure Murdoc meant something very interesting and was dead keen on finding out what it was. And what the fuck was that kiss even supposed to be? Wasn't Murdoc's whole point avoiding this in the future?
So the question was: ignore Murdoc completely and treat him like the piece of shit he is, or be nice to him and find out what he meant?
Although, why was that even so important? He shouldn't even be talking to Murdoc. Where was his dignity?
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"2D? Can I come in?" Noodle's voice sounded.
He lay back down again, closing his eyes and pretending he was asleep. He heard Noodle sigh and leave, and gradually he really felt himself sink down.
Some terrible noise was making 2D's ears tremble. It was coming from his own room, and the noise grew worse and worse as he neared the door. He threw it open to see Murdoc sitting on his bed, his eyes closed. He seemed to be singing. That explained the noise, then.
"Murdoc, what are you doing?"
The bassist paused. "Singing El Mañana. What are you doing?"
"Trying to fix my eardrums," he muttered, sitting down on the bed next to Murdoc.
"2D, I'm feeling down," Murdoc then sighed.
"Why?"
"I'm afraid of how much I want something. Someone."
"Who's that then? And why would you be afraid?" 2D asked, confused.
Murdoc didn't answer. He just stared at 2D, eventually making the singer feel a bit scared.
"Murdoc, why are you-"
His words were interrupted with Murdoc's hands around his neck. He tried to pry them away with his own fingers, but Murdoc was too strong. The bassist had often half-choked him, but this felt different. He had a desperate look in his eye that freaked 2D out, and his hands were squeezing so hard it was like he wanted them to meet.
"I had to do this. You should be thanking me," he muttered, as 2D's vision started to blur.
Oh god, he was really really really getting sick of those nightmares. 2D hid his face in his pillow, stopping his almost-sobbing breaths from reaching beyond his room. He thought of the last words Murdoc had said to him in his dream, and a shiver went through his spine.
That was exactly what it had felt like, though. When he heard the radio transmission he felt like he was being choked. Incredible hurt just overtook everything, and he could hardly breathe. The same was happening right now, panic and confusion squeezing his throat shut. He tried taking a few deep, calming breaths while he convinced himself it was just another nightmare, just a dream.
He was certain of one thing, though. That dream had shown just how much effect the situation had on 2D. It showed just how much it hurt. And he would be damned if he was going to give that sod one single second of his attention.
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