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2D dropped himself on his bed, being happy to finally be home again. The girls had practically begged him to come home with them, but he couldn't. Not after what had happened right before. He was mentally and physically exhausted, but found himself incapable of sleep. So he lay there, tossing and turning for what seemed like eternity.

He pulled the blankets over his head, hoping to find some peace of mind in the warm, cosy environment. He was finally starting to doze off, his brain coming to rest a little, when he heard someone softly open the door.

The singer pulled the blankets off of his head, confused. He looked towards the entrance, seeing a dark figure closing the door again.

The figure coughed softly. 2D recognised that cough. He sat up abruptly.

"The fuck are you doing here?" he hissed.

Murdoc ignored him, walking up to the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

"2D, can.." he paused.

2D looked at him in confusion.

"Can I stay here with you?" the bassist then blurted out, turning around quickly to hide his face.

Not that 2D could see a thing in this darkness, but still. The latter blinked a few times, trying to process the words.

"I.. what?" he spluttered.

"Like you used to do with me. When we were still in that.. err.. fake relationship. You know?" Murdoc continued in a whisper.

"But.. why?" 2D exclaimed.

"Because I want to!" Murdoc snapped, then took a deep breath to calm himself. "Just.. I want to. Please," he said in a softer tone.

2D paused, utterly in shock. He shook his head to clear it. "Why should I?" he then whispered, staring at Murdoc's face and trying to make out his features in the dark.

The bassist moved closer, finding 2D's eyes as they got accustomed to the dark. "Please?" he tried again, merely breathing the words.

The singer remained silent for a while, then sighed, moving over. "This doesn't change anything. Things aren't okay again," he muttered moodily as Murdoc climbed into bed with him, crawling under the covers.

"Mhm," was the sound the bassist made, and he pulled the blankets back up again, curling up into a ball.

2D moved awkwardly to the edge of the bed, making himself as small as possible so as not to touch Murdoc. Silence followed. Murdoc broke it.

"Stu.."

The singer cringed. He had a weakness for Murdoc using that name, and the bassist knew it.

"What.." he said reluctantly.

"Why are you so far away?" the bassist then whined.

2D turned around, frowning. "Have you been drinking?"

"No."

"Again, what the fuck is up with you and your sodding mood swings," the singer muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Come closer..." Murdoc sighed.

"What? No! Fuck off!" 2D snapped.

Murdoc grunted and reached out to 2D, putting his arm around his waist and pulling him in before the singer could realise what was going on. He was now pressed up against the bassist, their faces inches apart.

"Murdoc, what are you doing?" he whispered, trying to wriggle away.

"Stuart, come on.. I miss you being in bed with me," the bassist whispered back.

"You should have thought of that before ruining my life on radio! Now sod off!"

2D pulled away from Murdoc, but the latter grabbed his hand and pulled him right back.

"You ruined my life on radio as well," he murmured, lips dangerously close to 2D's.

"You started it.." the singer mumbled, the words in his head starting to make less and less sense.

"Shh. Let's sleep now, yeah?" Murdoc breathed, his hand pressing against 2D's lower back, holding him tighter.

2D gave in and curled up into the bassist, arm across his chest.

"This doesn't mean things are okay," he murmured again, his eyes closing.

"Yeah," Murdoc muttered back, stroking his hair as his eyes fell closed as well.

"I'm still fucking pissed at you.." 2D breathed tiredly, his words coming out less articulated by the second.

"Me too.. you," the bassist grunted, and with those words they both drifted off into sleep.

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Murdoc awoke the next morning, feeling as if he had slept for days. He rolled over with a groan, suddenly realising he wasn't in his own bed. He opened his eyes, remembering the happenings of the previous night. Looking around, he found he was alone. He sat up, confused. What time was it, anyway?

Glancing at his watch, he found that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. Where the fuck had that dullard gone? Grunting, he heaved himself out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom, immediately stepping into the shower.

After the bassist was done with everything, he went into the kitchen, which he found was empty, as well as the living room. Apparently Noodle and Russel were out then. And 2D?

Whatever, he might as well go into his Winnebago since there was literally no one home. As he walked outside into the crisp air, he decided to light a cigarette and stay outside for a while. He walked up to his Winnebago, stopping in his tracks when he saw 2D next to it, lying down on his stomach.

Murdoc neared the seemingly sleeping singer cautiously.

"2D?"

2D jumped up with a start, almost tripping over his feet. Murdoc put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

"What? What's wrong?" he spluttered, moving away from the bassist and wiping down his clothes.

"Why were you lying on the ground?" Murdoc asked, frowning.

"I was... thinking," 2D replied, turning red.

"Right," the older man replied slowly, reaching forward to pull some grass out of 2D's hair.

The latter flinched back.

"Why do you keep doing that?" Murdoc asked, annoyed.

"You're really asking this question?" 2D said incredulously. "You really are a selfish prick, aren't you?"

With these words he turned around and started walking away.

"Oi, get back here! Look, you said stuff about me as well, and I'm not being all moody and shit!"

2D froze. Murdoc realised this had been a very wrong thing to say. The singer turned around slowly, his face a deep red and his eyes glaring right at Murdoc.

"All right, I know you're angry..." the bassist began carefully.

"Angry?! I'm not angry!" 2D yelled as he came closer to the bassist.

"Well then why are you acting so-"

"Upset, yes. Disappointed, yes. Hurt, yes. But angry? No. I'm beyond angry," 2D ended in a whisper, staring at Murdoc.

The latter stared back at him, his face emotionless.

"You shouldn't be feeling those things. The whole relationship wasn't serious, there's no reason to be hurt about it ending," he then said quietly, stepping forward.

2D took a huge breath. "Well apparently it was more serious to me than it was to you," he then murmured.

Murdoc stared at him, at loss for words.

"Although I wouldn't know why. You're a complete and utter dick," 2D then added, turning away.

"I know.." Murdoc said softly. "I know. I'm a dick, I'm a liar and I'm an idiot. I don't take other people's feelings into consideration like you said. I'm sorry you had to witness the worst side of me."

The singer turned back around slightly. "Yeah. Same."

He started walking away. Suddenly, he paused.

"Funny, though," he then said with a bitter smile. "How you only started being apologetic once I got you back. You didn't give a shit before that."

"I did," Murdoc said, walking up towards 2D and looking right into his eyes. "I regretted it the moment the words left my lips."

2D shook his head and frowned. "You didn't act like it."

"I know. I'm sorry. Like I said, I'm a good actor."

The singer glared at him. "You are so fucking confusing, you know that! One minute you're all 'No I'd never date that fucking dullard', the next you're all 'I'm going to beat you up and then almost snog you and I panicked and I'm not sure about my sexuality any more', and now you're all 'The relationship wasn't serious, don't be hurt about it, but I know I'm a dick and-'"

His rant got interrupted rather rudely by Murdoc's lips on his. For a moment he forgot about everything that was going on, his world just existed of Murdoc and Murdoc's lips and Murdoc's tongue.. His knees felt like they were going to give in any moment and his fingers were quickly knotting in the bassist's hair, his eyes closing involuntarily..

But then he remembered himself. 2D quickly opened his eyes, pushing Murdoc off of him with all the strength he had. Which wasn't a lot, thanks to his now shaking limbs.

"What the fuck was that for?!" he yelled angrily.

"I just-"

"No! Fucking no! What the hell is wrong with you?! Don't fucking do that, you're not allowed to do that any more! We're not in a bloody fake relationship or any kind of relationship any more so you can't just fucking kiss me!"

2D was shaking, his face bright red and his voice raw from distress.

"Don't just sodding play with my feelings like that!" he yelled again, moving backwards.

"Don't play with me like that," he then said, on a more quiet tone as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"Who said I was playing?" Murdoc then said softly.

The singer shook his head. "Stop it. Stop. I know you're not serious, and I don't even know how serious I am, but I'm more serious than you, and I'm going to be the one end up being fucking hurt and broken while you just go and shag another bird tomorrow.. just stop, okay?"

"Stuart.." the bassist began, putting a hand on 2D's arm. The latter froze.

"I should go," he said abruptly, turning away and quickly walking back towards the house before Murdoc could say a word.

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