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"Where are you going?"
2D didn't even look at the bassist, he just stuffed a sandwich in his mouth and grabbed his jacket.
"Out," he replied shortly before slamming the door shut.
Murdoc blinked at the now closed door. Noodle smirked at him, sitting on the counter and swinging her legs.
"You deserve this," she said smugly, taking a bite of her apple.
Murdoc glared at her, ignoring this comment. "Where is he going?"
Noodle took another bite of her apple, chewing slowly.
"Oh come on, Noodle. Spit it out!" he groaned.
"Why would she have to spit her food out?" Russel asked curiously, walking into the kitchen.
The bassist rolled his eyes. "Shut it, you big blob of fat. Noodle, where the fuck did 2D go?"
"2D's been getting calls all day yesterday about various people who want to interview him. I bet he's going to an interview right now," Russel intervened.
Murdoc turned around sharply. "Interview? With whom?"
"The same radio station that interviewed you," Noodle suddenly said calmly, throwing her apple-core in the bin.
Murdoc frowned, his gaze moving towards the ground.
"Wonder what they'll say? I'll just turn the radio on, shall I?" Noodle said gleefully.
She jumped from the counter and went into the living room to get the radio. She set the thing on the table, switching it on and going through the stations until 2D's oh so recognisable voice sounded.
"I just laughed."
"What, seriously? The first thing you did after hearing Murdoc talk so badly about you on public radio?"
"Yeah. It's all fucking hilarious, you know. I mean, he thinks I was completely in love with him, while I knew about the bet all along. I was just trying to see how far he would actually go, and man, did he go far," 2D laughed.
"Far as in..?" the host asked.
"Well, John, let's just say I got certain needs fulfilled even without any women."
Russel choked in the water he was just about to swallow and Noodle clasped her hands over her mouth, being on the verge of hysterical giggles and shocked gasping.
Murdoc just sat there motionless, staring at the radio. Meanwhile, the interview continued.
"Wow, Murdoc really does stick to a bet.. Are you sorry this is all over or are you relieved, I wonder?"
"I'm bloody happy! I finally get to be with birds again, and I'm rid of that annoying sod. I swear, ladies, never ever get yourself in the position of being more than just a one night stand with that bloke. He is the worst 'boyfriend' ever," 2D said smoothly, with a tone full of thick confidence.
"Why is that then?" John asked, amused.
"Awful personal hygiene, which you all probably have noticed anyway, for one. Completely boring, can't keep up a decent conversation. Very disrespectful as well, not only to me, because all of you know how much he beats me up and he still called me names even in this brief relationship, but especially towards women. He sees you all as just another hole, ladies. Don't be fooled by his nauseating charm."
"Anything else you'd like to add to that list?"
There was a moment of silence.
"He... doesn't really take your feelings into consideration, y'know?" 2D then said quietly. "He only thinks about himself, and doesn't realise nor care if he's hurting you."
There was an awkward silence which even the band members in the kitchen could feel.
"Right, well.. is there anything you'd like to say to him?" John asked eventually.
"No," 2D said shortly. "I have nothing to say to him."
"Well it looks like our blue-mopped pretty boy is single again, ladies!"
"Single and straight," 2D added.
With that Noodle switched the radio off. All three of them stared at it for a few moments, and Noodle and Russel glanced at Murdoc rather fearfully.
"Looks like he got you back good," Russel said carefully.
"I'm going to kill that tosser," Murdoc growled, leaping up suddenly and making the guitarist and drummer jump.
"No, you're not!" Noodle exclaimed as Russel grabbed Murdoc's collar from behind.
"You asked for this, man," Russel shrugged as Murdoc tried to set himself free.
"You did this to him first. In my opinion, you said worse things about him-" Noodle began.
"HAVE YOU FUCKING HEARD ANYTHING WHAT HE JUST SAID?" Murdoc bellowed through her.
"Yes, I have. But you should really think back on all the things you said about him first-"
"FUCK THAT!" With those intelligently constructed words he jabbed Russel in the ribs, causing him to let go of the bassist.
Murdoc ran away from the kitchen quickly, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Well that ain't going to end well," Russel muttered.
Noodle pursed her lips. "Murdoc's going to beat him to a pulp."
"Well come on, what was the idiot thinking? He knows how aggressive Murdoc is, and then he goes and says all these things on public radio?" Russel exclaimed, shaking his head.
"It's not surprising he wants to get back at Murdoc! Look what he said about him!" Noodle retorted.
"Yeah, but 2D isn't a violent dickhead. Sorry for the language."
"True.. we have to make sure 2D doesn't end up in the hospital," she muttered.
"And that Murdoc doesn't end up in prison," Russel added.
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Murdoc sat himself down on 2D's bed, absolutely seething. He would just wait here until the cunt came home. That interview sounded like it was over anyway, so he should be here soon.
So Murdoc waited. And waited. And waited. At one point, he just lay down on the bed, feeling incredibly tired.
"I'll beat the fuck out of him when he comes home.. I'll just rest now.. to collect my strength," he muttered to himself, ignoring the fact that he was digging his face into the singer's pillow, deeply inhaling the scent of 2D's hair.
Meanwhile, 2D was wandering through the streets of London, knowing the fate that was awaiting him when he got home. He went into a few shops, enjoying the attention he was getting on the street, loving the fact he was finally single again. And the fact that girls now knew he was straight. At least, that was what he was telling himself.
He whistled Feel Good Inc to himself as he winked at every girl gaping and giggling at him, feeling confident and, well, good.
Eventually some girls asked him to come and sit in a café with them. They chatted for a while, 2D relishing their desperate attempts to get him to like them. Afternoon changed into evening, and they were making plans on going home.
"Why don't we hit a pub first?" one of the girls suggested.
"Good idea Lindsey," 2D grinned.
"It's Charlotte," the girl corrected him, although not looking angry at all.
"Yeah. C'mon, let's go," he said dismissively, standing up.
They all got into 2D's car, and as he drove to the closest pub he could think of, he tried to remember their names.
So the blonde one was Charlotte, the brunette was.. Emma? Yeah, Emma. The other blonde with the choppy hair was Elise or something.. whatever. He let his eyes wonder over them, wondering which one he would take home tonight.
Maybe all of them, he thought to himself with a snigger.
After a few minutes they were all happily sitting around a table with some kind of alcoholic substance in their hands (in a glass, of course).
"So, 2D.." Emma began, grinning. "Everything with Murdoc was fake?" Alcohol had obviously stretched out her boundaries.
All the girls leaned in, their day had clearly been leading up to this question. 2D felt a pang of something painful, but he ignored it.
"Yup," he smirked. "All of it was fake. Poor sod thought I believed him."
They giggled. "So..." Elise said slowly, running her finger around the rim of her glass. "You're not gay?"
Again, that pang.
"Nope. Not at all."
The girls looked at each other, smirking. "Good," Charlotte said, smiling sweetly.
Well, this was going to be a fun night.
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"Right, you have to be really fucking quiet because I have a feeling Murdoc isn't going to be that glad to see me," 2D whispered as he led the girls up the stairs.
"Wonder why," Elise smirked, and the girls giggled.
2D opened the door of his bedroom, relieved to finally have reached it. He pushed the girls inside quietly and switched the light on.
"The fuck?"
Murdoc sat up, looking around him wildly. His gaze fell on 2D. He narrowed his eyes.
"You," he hissed.
"Shit," 2D muttered, shoving the girls aside and racing out of the room.
He ran outside to the parking lot, hiding behind one of the many cars there. It was completely dark, his own breath coming out in little clouds. He clasped his hands over his mouth as he heard someone open the door to the parking lot as well.
"Come out, you motherfucking little cocksucker!"
2D flinched, making himself smaller. His heart pounded in his throat as he heard footsteps near him. Hang on. Why was he hiding? He was sick of always hiding and always being afraid and always being the one who came out the worst. He was going to stand up and face Murdoc, whether he would be beaten to a pulp or not. He didn't give a shit.
Slowly, the singer stood up from his hiding place. Murdoc was standing a few feet away from him, looking around. He hadn't seen the singer yet because of the darkness. 2D took a deep breath, walking up to Murdoc until he was standing right behind him.
He cleared his throat.
Murdoc spun around, staring at 2D for a moment with wide eyes. He then proceeded to wrap his hands around 2D's throat, shoving him against a wall.
"You lying little cunt," Murdoc snarled, digging his nails into 2D's neck.
The singer was quickly going purple in the face, before giving a good kick at Murdoc's stomach.
"You fucking started this!" he yelled, dodging a punch.
"I don't care!" Murdoc snapped.
2D landed him a punch on the jaw, and they both stood still for a moment, shocked. Then Murdoc attacked 2D even more ferociously than before, kicking and scratching and punching.
"Get off!" 2D snarled, spitting out some blood.
"Not likely," Murdoc panted, launching both of them on the ground, him on top.
"Why did you even say all those things in the first place?!" the singer demanded, managing to take hold of Murdoc's shoulders for a few moments, making him stop hitting.
"Because! I was sick of it!" Murdoc snarled, trying to hit 2D again.
The latter moved his head to the side so the bassist's punch hit the ground. He pulled back with a painful groan.
"No, you weren't! We were both enjoying it and you just stopped it, just like that," 2D exclaimed.
"I was sick of it, you arsewipe. You don't know me," Murdoc hissed, waving his now bleeding knuckles about.
"Liar. I know you well enough to tell when you're happy or not," the singer snapped.
"For fuck's sake, I was sick of having fucking doubts all the time!" Murdoc finally snarled.
They stared at each other in silence, Murdoc still on top of 2D and leaning over him, their faces inches apart. Blood and sweat was dripping from both their faces, Murdoc was now sporting a growing bruise on his jaw and 2D on his cheekbone, both of them panting.
"Doubts about what?" 2D then asked quietly.
Murdoc swallowed, wiping some blood from his forehead. He shook his head slowly.
"Just.. I don't know, 2D. I don't know. I had to end it," he muttered, running a hand through his sweat soaked hair.
2D stared at him in silence for a while. "But.. why so sudden?" he then asked softly. "I mean, when you left for the fucking interview you gave me a fucking kiss.. I don't get it."
Murdoc bit the inside of his cheek. "Neither do I, ok?"
They were silent again, just looking at each other. Murdoc slowly ran a finger along 2D's face, wiping drops of blood away. He wiped 2D's hair from over his eyes, and frowned a little. He opened his mouth to speak.
"2D?" they suddenly heard, and they both jumped, Murdoc leaping off of 2D immediately.
"Oh my God, what if he's seriously hurt!"
2D recognised the voices of the girls which he had found so attractive and cute only minutes before. Right now they were just annoying him.
"I'm fine," 2D called, walking up towards where it sounded like they were.
"2D! Did he do anything to you?" shrieked someone that sounded like Charlotte.
Extremely grateful there was no light, he assured them he was fine.
"Do you girls need a ride home?" he then asked, making it very clear nothing was going to happen tonight.
"Yeah.." Elise said, sounding disappointed.
"All right, let me just clean myself up a little and I'll be right out," 2D sighed, making his way to the door.
He glanced behind him, looking for Murdoc, but it was too dark to see a thing. The bassist seemed to have disappeared into the night.
Giving a disappointed sigh, he opened the door and went inside.
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