Finally, I've finished this chapter. I'm almost pleased with this one. I tried to make it as emotionally detailed as possible, and with the help from my ever loving, and more-dear-to-me-every-time-we-talk-friend, Wordwryhta, I feel I accomplished that.
I apologize for such a delay… My computer broke T.T ...So I have to wait for me mum to return from Germany until I can get it fixed. So for now, I stole her laptop to write this. Mwahaha. *Ahem
I hope you enjoy it, and I also hope it makes you have to think about the many possibilities of where this story could be headed. I'm sorry but no matter how much I love you all, I just can't help but mess with your minds and make you have to think.
LOL, besides, thinking hard is good for you anyway.
Well… here you go.
"Oh my…" Noodle gasped, her eyes wide. She then attempted to avert her gaze.
"Come on, it's not that bad," Connor whispered to her.
"But… how did it even fit? …Ow," her voice was somewhat panicked. She couldn't look away, her mouth agape.
"I don't know, but it's all good fun, isn't it," Connor spoke to her, staring at the phenomenon before him in awe and slight disgust.
"I don't know how you can call this fun," she shook her head, still unable to look away.
"I wonder if he's ever accidentally, yeh know, hammered that nail into the wrong spot," Connor mused, smirking.
"I don't. This is ridiculous," she complained, trying to hide her eyes behind Connor, but he wouldn't have it. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side in hopes of keeping her from trying to just walk off and wander on her own. Besides, this was entertainment, meant to be observed and enjoyed… no matter how odd it was.
"Come on. The man's probably bored. You know, I've seen him out here doing this almost every time I've been to Venice Beach," Connor chuckled.
Noodle pulled away from him, gaping at the man who was slowly hammering a nail into his head, up his nose. "What the bloody hell is wrong with him? Why is everyone on Venice Beach so agonizingly abnormal?" She winced as the man softly pounded the nail again, sending it further up the pathway in his nostril.
"Lass, if you're so curious, why dun yeh ask him," Connor suggested, nodding towards the man as he buried his hands in his trouser's pockets.
"Why did we come here," Noodle asked, her voice painted with anxiety, her eyes racing frantically from place to place as people walked to and fro, jumping whenever someone would come too close. She swallowed nervously, holding her arms crossed over her stomach.
"Because I offered to show a young lass the bustling city," he answered simply, smirking devilishly as he finished, "and the bonnie-lass accepted."
When someone brushed alongside her, she jumped, whimpering and clinging to Connor's arm. He looked down at her curiously, wondering the cause of her distress. "But that was six days ago," she complained, watching as the passerby continued on without a care in the world.
"Aye lass, but ih takes more than a single day to take in the grand City of Angels," he shrugged, his smooth voice light with enthusiasm. "And yeh still haven't refused me."
She shook her head slightly. "I wonder if Murdoc-san has gotten alcohol poisoning yet," she wondered aloud.
"Nah," Connor dismissed her thought. "I've seen the way that man can put down a good glass of vodka. I think if he was gonna let a bit a beer kill 'im, it woulda happened yesterday, when 'e was more drunk than an Irish man on his birthday," Connor told her nonchalantly as they once again continued their walk down the Venice boardwalk, with body guards off a small distance to each side of them.
As they walked along, Noodle keeping a small distance between them as she watched everyone and everything warily, he began to notice just how uncomfortable she seemed. He cleared his throat, and she flinched again, continuing to watch the weirdoes and fame-hungry performers. "What's wrong, lass? Yer not afraid of a crowd, are yeh?" She gave him a meaningful look, then moved her gaze to her feet as she walked along, her face revealing nothing. "But… what abou' the nightclub last week? There were so many fockin people yeh could hardly move, and most o'them smelled funny... How come it didn't bother yeh then," he wondered, trying to figure her out as he thought about her behavior over the past few days he'd known her.
She was perfectly fine before today. They had even gone to a local museum, and again went to an extravagant restaurant, but why was she suddenly so on guard today? What could possibly have changed from now and then? Then it occurred to him. The day he'd taken her out into the city, she had a bottle, and she had slipped a pill into her mouth. She did that every day before they'd left her hotel room… "Do… did yeh run out of pills?"
She gaped at him, "How did you know?'
"Nothing gets past me," he told her slyly. "At least, not for more than a couple of days without my noticing. I can be quite clueless sometimes," he rambled on. "…So… why do yeh take them? You're in a band aren't you? You should love bein' in crowds, surrounded by adoring fans," he told her, spreading his arms to express his point.
"Actually," she began, "the last time a fan recognized me and came up to me, I… may have knocked him unconscious…"
He frowned, his brow furrowed as he pictured what she'd just said. "Hmmm, you've got it bad… So yeh've been takin' them pills ta calm yer nerves?" She nodded, and then he nodded once, "Makes sense."
He thought long and hard as they continued walking, trying to find the right words for his next question. He wasn;t about to ask her how it'd come to be this way. He knew it was none of his business, and he refused to press. "So, you… hmm… everyone has a means of comfort… and you should be no different," he started, tripping over his words as he tried to communicate his point. She looked at him inquisitively, taking in every word as she tried to understand. "Hmm, aye, when any one person has a problem, such as your fear of being surrounded and overpowered, they always have a means of comfort…" He looked down at her questioningly. "So who is it?"
She looked at him, slightly astonished by his conclusion. "Who?"
He nodded, "Aye. Who? … So bonnie, tell me, who would this be? I can see they're there," he studied her as he laid down his intuitive words. "It's right in your eyes."
She looked away, her eyes glistening. "I… I do not have the someone you speak of."
"Nah, lass," he shook his head. "Everyone has someone who keeps them at peace. Who gives them comfort, and takes care of them, even if they're not always right there with yeh… Everyone has someone to give them strength, someone they will think about when they're in a difficult place. Everyone has a someone they would trust with themselves, and give that part of themselves to… I haven't found my someone yet, but I'm still young." He smirked, "And I've got plenty of time."
He slowed down, and lifted his hand to her face, gently taking hold of her chin, and tenderly pulling her face to meet his chocolate eyes. "Lass, you have that someone." She jerked her face away, wiping a single tear that had crawled down her cheek and continuing to walk away as he stood in place, watching her. "But… it seems they've hurt you." She stopped in her tracks, wrapping her arms over her abdomen, and he came up to her, wrapping a warm arm around her shoulders as they continued their slow walk.
"Aye, the pain of the wounded heart. It can only take so much before it shatters… but I take it, he wants to pick up the pieces…" She was silent. "Lass, only the most privileged and blessed of people will ever get what you have," he told her knowingly. "To get to experience the most painful thing in life: a truly devastated heart, caused by the very person you thought you loved the most." She leaned her head to rest against his shoulder as they walked along slowly, his car now just barely within eyesight. "I don't know what he did to yeh lass, but allow me to question… does he regret it? Does it hurt him, knowing he hurt you?"
She sighed, her eyes still hot with water. "Yes."
"And how do yeh know, lass?" His voice was soft.
"Because… I can see it, but… but I hurt him too," she whispered.
"And he still forgave you," he stated. She nodded. "Because he loves you, Noodle." She gasped inwardly, her heart aching and her throat becoming constricted. Connor rubbed her arm comfortingly. "And you love him too," he whispered, "Don't you?"
She closed her eyes. "I… I don't know…"
He nodded. "You will know. Give it time… I'm not telling you to just jump into his arms when you see him again, that would be ridiculous, and a bit too easy if you ask me," he tried to lighten the mood. "But… it will come, and you'll know how you feel… And if it turns out you don't really love him, he'll realise his own feelings, and you two can finally reconcile… But, I can tell you, when you find out you love him, it won't get any easier, lass… Life, love… it's what you make of it. It's up to you to decide whether you will be happy or not…"
In nothing but a pair of boxers, 2D woke, finally. He stared at the ceiling endlessly, his arms crossed over his bare chest. In the past week, he'd been completely numb, but on this particular night, his subconscious finally allowed his mind to become aware. He thought about his last dream. It seemed like it had lasted an awfully long time. He was convinced it was the longest he'd had yet. Still, he wondered why it was Murdoc hadn't come to bother him after he'd snuck out onto the beach the other night. Or was he just too hung-over to give a damn?
That damn cyborg must have been the reason for such confusing dreams. Whenever he was around it, he always dreamt about the one he'd lost. But in the dream he had, she'd felt so real… but even when she'd been right there with him, she was still so far away. He actually felt the heartache, and the pain. He rubbed his eyes, confused, and wishing he'd never woken up. Aren't you always supposed to be happy in your dreams? How come things didn't go like he'd wanted? Why was it all so hard? He'd done his best, and even told her he loved her and he was sorry for everything, and she'd still refused him. Wasn't it supposed to turn out differently?
After a moment, he sighed, refusing to answer the desperate pleas emanating from his abused stomach. He rolled onto his side, facing his wall as his throat began to hurt. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, rolling over, forgetting how tiny his bed was for a moment, and he fell onto the floor, landing head first.
He groaned, moving his face to rest his cheek against the floor. He thought about the floor as he stared at it, remembering it wasn't one of his favourite places, with god-knows-what lurking upon it, he decided he'd rather not fall asleep again and find some sort of creature trying to chew on his skin. He shivered, and moved his arms, slowly propping himself up to his knees. With an aggravated sigh, he moved one knee out from under him, and used it as leverage, pushing on it with his hand to get to his feet. He stumbled forward, barely catching his bedside so he didn't eat the floor again.
He took the lift up to the study and stumbled into the lobby, watching his feet as he shuffled into the kitchen and felt his way for the fridge. He opened it, grimacing when he realized there was no more alcohol. He stood back and closed the fridge, then turned tail, heading for the lift once more. He studied the panel on the lift that labeled each room, then smiled to himself, his eyes hollow and emotionless, as he remembered something important…
2D walked into Murdoc's room with nonchalance, opening the door carelessly and barging inside as he looked around intently, then froze as he realized what he'd just done. He looked at the bed, relieved to find that it was empty, save for Murdoc's collection of hats. He guessed Muds was probably in his not-so-secret room, pissing around like he always did. 2D marched toward the bed, and ducked, reaching underneath, and smirking when he curled his fingers around a clearly distinct bottle. He pulled it out, staring at the oversized bottle of liquor. He looked under the bed, his face blank as he tried to count how many bottles of booze Murdoc had underneath his mattress, but he gave up after he'd gotten to eighteen and decided Muds wouldn't miss one. Three or four? …maybe…
Once he'd taken his prize, 2D took care to leave Murdoc's room as it was before, and closed the door tightly behind him.
An hour later, 2D was lounging on the plastic grass of the floor above. Now he had one of his smaller keyboards resting to his side, hiccupping every now and then as he took bitter swallows of his newfound source of freedom. He grimaced whenever he swallowed each acidic mouthful, becoming lightheaded as the minutes counted past, leaving him behind to swim in his own chaotic mind, oblivious to time.
He was transfixed with the silver wisps of fluff floating high above him, far out of reach, with him never allowed to touch it. They were enchanting and beautiful in his eyes, especially with the silver rays reflecting off of the moon lighting up the translucent clouds in the starry night sky. "I'm so lost wiffout yew, Noodle… I dreamt abou' yew again, yeh know," he spoke. "Buh, me dream wos diff'ren than 'afore," he sniffed, hiccupping. "I felt yew, an' eld yew, an' yew wos so beau'iful… yew'd gotten older, buh… not much taller," he chuckled humorlessly. "… I tried ta help yew, buh yew kept hurtin' me, love…" he was silent for a moment, trying to think. "I… I miss yew, Noodle." His face became more stolid as time passed; he scrunched his brows when he felt a cold wetness crawling uncomfortably down the side of his face. He wiped it away, and continued staring out into the dark sky above.
His eyes were slowly becoming heavier as the warm air's night brushed up against his exposed skin. With a sigh, he closed his eyes as another warm breeze surrounded the island, blanketing him in comfort, bringing with it the fresh and pleasant scent of salt water. 2D sat up, trying to keep himself awake. He lifted the bottle of rum to his lips, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes and drained the last of its contents. He shivered, his body feeling antsy and worn out. He rubbed his eyes again, hoping to wipe away the sleepiness.
He pulled his keyboard onto his lap and began to play slow melancholy tunes, thinking about one he'd grown to become fond of over the years. He didn't think it appropriate, simply because of one word that suggested the season, but within a second he decided he didn't give a damn. Ever since… well, time just didn't seem to register to him anymore. For all he knew, it could have been the end of all humanity yesterday, and he'd still be right where he was, playing his keyboard. Of course, it was about the middle of the summer, but he still didn't give a damn. In his mind, it may as well have been the middle of winter every day since she'd gone.
He stared at his rough fingers as they danced along the keys gracefully. As soon as he found his rhythm, he smiled sadly, looking out at the sky as he took in a deep breath, and began to sing in a deep voice, his tone low and full of sadness. "This is my December… this is my time of the year," he began, taking another breath. "This is my December… this is all so clear…" He sniffed, swallowing the saliva that'd collected, and continued to sing. "This is my December… this is my snow-covered home" he tilted his head to the side as he continued, closing his eyes. "This is my December…this is me alone…" he skipped the part where two voices sung in sequence with one another, not wanting to put in the effort.
He moved his gaze up to the moon, his breath heavy, "And I, give it all away… just to have somewhere to go to. Give it all away…to have someone to come home to…" He bowed his head, gazing at his fingers. "This is my December… these are my snow-covered trees. This is me pretending… this is all I need…" he wiped away a tear, then took a breath as he continued.
"And I, give it all away… just to have somewhere to go to. Give it all away…to have someone to come home to… This is my December… this is my time of the year... This is my December… this is all so clear… Give it all away… just to have somewhere to go to. Give it all away…to have someone to come home to –give it all away… just to have somewhere to go to. Give it all away…to have someone to come home to…" he continued to sing, repeating it as the soft music seemed to ease his mind, not caring for the tears that occasionally escaped and ran down his face and neck.
Noodle was up early this particular morning, three days since Connor had taken her to Venice Beach. She'd felt uncomfortable as she slept, and as she stared at what was on the television, her mind tried to come up with a reasonable answer to her discomfort. She jumped when she heard a knock on her hotel door, and swiftly went to answer it, grinning minimally when she saw Connor standing before her.
"Did yeh see Murdoc stumblin' inta his room with his lady friend the other night," he asked as she moved aside to allow him to enter the room, already throwing in a conversation as if they'd just been talking about it all morning long. "I think he's taken a fancy to her."
Noodle rolled her eyes, deciding it best not to comment on the subject. "Good morning to you too, Marston-san."
He smiled at her, "I'm sorry, where are my manners? They seem to escape me whenever I come to check on the bonnie-lass." She blushed, letting a small giggle escape her lips. He always made her feel good with his charming humor and clever responses.
"So what excuse did you come up with for visiting me again, like you have every day since we met… except for yesterday," Noodle asked, turning to open the mini fridge and find a drink.
"Aye, lass. Yeh migh' actually be happy for this one," he smirked, sitting down on the sofa and placing a small briefcase he'd been carrying on the coffee table.
Noodle took a sip of her orange juice as she sat down on the opposite side of the sofa. "What is it," she asked, staring at the briefcase with curiosity.
"Everything yeh need… and a wee bit more," he told her simply. "I got all the best stuff… wires with filaments as strong as a diamond, a fancy flash drive, a hard drive with the fuckin' biggest memory capacity yeh can get. Some good wire cutters an' one o'them soldering tools… an' gloves and goggles o'course," he added.
She grinned in appreciation, "Thank you, Connor. That was kind of you."
He nodded, leaning back into the chair. "I told yeh I could get ih… I wasn' too hungover to remember a promise to the bonnie-lass."
She nodded, "Still, it was kind."
They were both silently watching the television before Connor spoke again. "So, when are you two gonna pack up an' get yerselves 'ome," Connor asked, his voice somewhat disappointed. He knew they'd been planning on leaving soon… maybe sooner than he wanted, but still…
"Murdoc-san will want to leave tonight, now that we have what we need," she told him. "So, we'll maybe be home two days ahead of schedule," she grinned at the thought of Russel's surprise and relief.
Connor grimaced. "Well that's no fair. Murdoc's gonna be takin' away meh fun," he chuckled, then sighed depressedly. "I guess it's back ta the night clubs for me."
Noodle shook her head, and he looked at her questioningly. "Why don't you try doing with another girl what you did with me? I'm sure she'd fall for you and your… unique charm," she suggested.
He smiled, "And it all makes sense now." He laughed, and she smirked. "Lass, I offer every eye-catching lass a drink if they cross my path. I just never expected ta run inta one as lovely and intriguing as you." She blushed again, looking down. "Ah, but don't take tha the wrong way… Truth is, when I met yew, I was just looking for a woman… but now, I kinda want more…" She was beginning to become uncomfortable now, and he could sense it. He smirked, chuckling, and she looked at him incredulously. "There I go again," he scoffed. "Lass, what I mean to say is, whether you know it or not, you showed me it was much more satisfying to have a relationship with a bonnie-lass, than a one-night-stand. I want that," he explained. She looked at him, one of her eyebrows arched. "Lass, you have no worries. I'm not a secret admirer or anythin'. I'd like to say I'm a good friend, actually. But I have to say, I'd snatch you up myself if I could, but your not mine, so, I'll find my own."
She grinned slightly. "I hope that you do find someone, Connor," she told him.
"Thank yeh, lass, I'll beh needin' it," he said. "You know… it's funny." She looked at him expectantly, knowing he was about to lay down some sort of inspiring mix of words. "Many people will tell you, when you find the one that makes you happy, stop looking, cos there'll always be another to find… I dun believe that fuckin shit fer a second." Her eyes grew wide, astonished by his negativity. "Why would yeh tell someone ta settle like tha'? And jus' give up? I don't think so… Yeah, there's always gonna be someone else 'oo makes you 'appy, but I believe every person 'as a… a soul mate, as many people call ih… They'll know when they realise they've found their soul mate too, cos they won't want to look at another. All they'll see is the one they've found, but don' let that discourage yeh, cos every person will slip up, but it's mostly cos they don' feel good enough fer the one they're with, I believe."
Noodle nodded, "I… believe that too, I suppose. But I think the key words are when the realise they've found them."
He grinned, "Aye… look at tha'. Now yer helpin' me with my own words o'wisdom... 'Tis true, many people don' realise what they've found, until one day it slaps them in the face…" She bowed her head, hurt heart aching, wondering how much it must hurt to realise someone's lost their soul mate. Connor looked at her, his head tilted, then he frowned. "Sorry, lass. Did I strike a nerve? I didn't mean to upset you."
She looked up at him with a fake grin, "No, I was just thinking about what you'd said."
He smiled back, "Good, cos I'm still thinking abou' them words o' wisdom, too." He looked forward, and decided to turn off the telly. Noodle looked at him, confused, and then his face became thoughtful. "Now then, if we're jus gonna set around an' think, don' yeh think we migh' as well treat ourselves to a lovely lunch before yeh have to abandon me," he smirked, looking at her sideways.
She smiled too, "That sounds like it would be very nice."
He nodded, "Alright then. Go on an' get dressed, lass. I'll be waitin' for yeh."
Later after their lunch, Noodle told Murdoc she was ready to leave, and he accepted, telling her they'd be leaving in a matter of hours. Like the soldier she was, she prepared herself quickly. Connor helped her as she packed all of her belongings, his face emotionless most of the time as he lost himself in his thought. Noodle was silent as well, only concentrating on the few things she needed, and going through everything to make sure it was all there. With her one suitcase in hand, her rucksack, and the briefcase full of the things Connor had gotten for her, she decided she was ready, and Connor poured them each a glass of wine.
Connor raised his glass. "I propose a toast," he smirked. She grinned. "To a lovely young bonnie-lass. May she fly home safe, and find her heart, and everything else she's been looking for."
Now Noodle raised her glass, "To Connor. You are the first friend I have made since I was just a child, and I hope to see you again soon. I cannot thank you enough. May you find a bonnie-lass to call your own." He smirked, and raised his glass to hers for the traditional conspiratory clink of the glasses.
"Thank you, lass," he told her. After they emptied their glasses, they left them on one of the kitchenette's counters. Connor cleared his throat, "Alright. Now then, I believe you 'ave a plane to board." He gathered her things, while she hung her rucksack over her shoulder.
They walked out the door, then across the small corridor. Noodle walked up to Murdoc's door, pounding on it and praying he would hear her. She jumped when Murdoc threw the door open a moment later. He was wearing his favourite outfit, with his captain's hat atop his head. He gave her a smug look as he saw Connor. "Yeh still goh tha' admirer on yer case 'ave yew," he cackled. "Yeh can take 'im 'ome if yeh want, love, but I ain't feedin' 'im."
Noodle scowled at Murdoc, who immediately composed himself, looking down at Noodle nervously. "He is helping… Are you ready to depart, Murdoc-san?"
Murdoc nodded, smirking as he swiftly took his suitcase in hand. "Time ter fly, girly."
"I can drive yeh both ta L.A.X. if yeh want," Connor offered.
Murdoc shrugged, "Why not. Saves me a bit a money, dun it."
Noodle rolled her eyes, "Alright. Can we go, now?"
Once they'd finally gotten there, and gotten through the baggage check, hours later, they'd finally been allowed on the runway via vehicle transportation to their awaiting aeroplane, now shining with its most recent cleaning and proper maintenance.
Murdoc climbed out of the vehicle, not caring for anyone else. He needed to keep his focus. It was bad enough he was mostly sober, now he couldn't fix that problem for an agonizingly long trip. He got into the craft quickly, throwing his belongings to the side, erasing them from thought as he sat at the captain's chair. As Murdoc did this, Connor offered his arm to Noodle as they got out, and she took it, wrapping her own around his. He carried her rucksack, with her suitcase in his free hand, as she carried the briefcase in her free hand. Once they reached the aeroplane, he tossed her belongings in aside Murdoc's. He stopped, and looked at Noodle, who in turn was looking at him, her eyes glistening.
"Noodle," he began, and pulled her away from the plane to get a bit of privacy. "I have something for yeh." Her eyes grew wide and she began to panic when he got down on one knee. He laughed at this, "Calm yer nerves. It's not what yeh think." He reached into his shoe and pulled out a small object. He stood and held his hand out as he showed it to her.
She took the diamond-encrusted ring from him, examining it, her heart still pounding furiously from her previous assumption. "What is this for?"
He took the ring, and came up close to her, showing her the inside. "See that?" She nodded, staring at the numbers embedded into the metal. "Call this number, and a device inside this ring will activate. The device is used to track people." He told her, she looked at the ring in amazement. "If you ever get inta any trouble, dial this number, an' one of my planes will be sent for yeh. An' when you arrive, I'll be waitin' for yeh, alright? So, it's not fer me ta stalk you. It's for an emergency, lass. It cannot be activated by anyone but you." She nodded, a single tear now running down her face.
He smiled, and placed the ring on her right hand, on her middle finger. "Lass, I love yeh, a lot. More than I've loved anyone in a long time, an' I've only know yeh fer a lil' over a week." He told her, laughing to himself. "I feel like yer my sister, an' I want ta take care o'you an' protect yeh just like my sister... Yer me bonnie-lass, an' I want yeh ta promise yeh won' ever have to use that ring," he smiled at her affectionately. She smiled sadly, and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, kissing the top of her head. "I'll miss yeh, lass."
"I will miss you as well," Noodle whispered. "You are like my brother to me, too."
"Don't tear up, lass," he told her sadly. "We'll see each other in another time ta come." She nodded into his chest. He let her go, and she pulled away, wiping away the tears furiously.
"Goodbye, Connor," she told him as she climbed into the plane.
"Aye, 'tis a happy farewell to you too, lass," he smiled.
Back in 2D's time, he was still playing his keyboards as he sat in the plastic grass. Though he didn't know it, Noodle would be coming home by tomorrow evening. But for now, he was still lost in his songs, his heart heavy as he found another tune. 2D loved the way his fingers felt when they stretched out far to hit every single chord in the sweet tune. He smiled, tears streaming down his face as he began another song that called out to him.
He hummed the tune until his he came to the part where he began to sing. "Wait, I'm wrong... Should have done better than this… Please, I'll be strong… I'm finding it hard to resist. So show me what I'm looking for."
2D began working his fingers harder as he delved deeper into the song, his heart aching for more as he played it. "Save me, I'm lost. Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you… I'll pay any cost, save me from being confused… Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for… Oh Lord."
He allowed the rhythm to slow down as he continued to sing. "Don't let go… I've wanted this far too long… Mistakes become regrets… I've learned to love abuse… Please show me what I'm looking for."
As he became more connected with the music, his heart seeming to sing out with him, he picked up the chords again, playing in perfect sync with the words. "Save me, I'm lost. Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you… I'll pay any cost, save me from being confused… Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for… Oh Lord…"
The notes calmed down a bit before he started up again, playing the song lively and loudly before he sung again. "Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for… Save me, I'm lost... Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you… I'll pay any cost to save me from being confused," he took a deep, shaky breath as his body urged to continue. "Wait, I'm wrong…I can't do better than this…I'll pay any cost. Save me from being confused... Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for… Show me what I'm looking for…Oh Lord." He played the last of the chords, his face somber as he thought of the days to come, and he didn't want to face them.
IMPORTANT! In case you are confused about 2D's mental state, he thinks Noodle's return never happened, and it was all just a dream. Now, how is Noodle going to solve this one?
Also kind of important: to those of you who thought something *cough* dirty was happening during the first couple of line, shame on you! LMAO, just kidding. But seriously, ROTFLMAO! I just had to do something to lighten the sullen mood, so there you go. XD XD XD XD XD XD
In case you're interested in that last song 2D played, it was called Show Me What I'm Looking For, by Carolina Liar. I love that song a lot, and it's helped me loads. If you wanna listen, here is a link to youtube:
youtube . com/watch?v=LZCpLzgqIFM
And here's a link to the piano cover for it if you wanna hear how it was played by 2D, minus his voice of course :
youtube . com/watch?v=ZTEw3JiMBvc
No spaces for both links of course =)
Thanks for reading, I hope you all enjoyed it.
Oh, and I almost forgot, that first song 2D sang earlier was called: This is My December, by Linkin Park.
Thanks again for reading. 'Til the next chappie
Love and lotz of hugz
~Hazel