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Murdoc was staring at the photo of him and 2D. What the fuck was that look on his face? He never had that kind of look on his face. It just wasn't a 'Murdoc look'.
He turned the photo sideways to see if he could figure it out better like that. It was no use though, he still had no idea what kind of face that was.
And him touching 2D's back, what the fuck? He remembered how that evening had gone, and he also remembered not being drunk at all.
He shook his head to clear it. He had just been comforting 2D, that's all. After all, the dullard had been on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was just being a good mate, that was all. Something he could be when it was needed. At least, that's what he liked to think.
"Muds, Noodle asked if we could go and practice some songs now," 2D said brightly, hopping into the room.
Murdoc quickly stuffed the photograph into his pocket, turning around to face 2D.
"Uh. Yeah. Sure," Murdoc muttered, avoiding 2D's eyes.
"Murdoc? Are you alright?" 2D asked concerned.
"I'm fine," Murdoc said hastily, then pushed past 2D to go down to the living room.
He heard 2D follow him quickly.
"Come on, then," Murdoc said to Noodle and Russel who were sitting on the couch.
They jumped up enthusiastically, not having made music in ages together. They all went to the studio.
Noodle grabbed her guitar, Russel sat behind his drums, Murdoc got his bass and 2D grasped the mic.
"Which one do you guys want to do first?" Russel asked.
"Let's do the chorus of Feel Good Inc, just to warm up," 2D suggested.
Everyone agreed, and Murdoc started strumming the oh so familiar bass line of Feel Good Inc.
When they were done with that, they did Dirty Harry, Kids with Guns, Tomorrow Comes Today. After they had done a few songs and were really getting into it, 2D asked if they could play 12D3.
"No, that song is fucking boring and stupid," Murdoc snapped.
2D flinched back and a hurt look covered his face. He had been so proud and happy of that song.
"Murdoc, shut up," Russel snapped. "That song is awesome, D. Don't listen to him, he's probably just on his period again."
Murdoc sneered and gave Russel the finger.
"It seems you're on your period all the time then, seeing as how much you eat," he retorted.
"Guys! For heaven's sake, you're both grown men and this is how you argue?" Noodle snapped. "Murdoc, stop being such a jerk for once in your life. This was going to be a nice get together, to get back on our feet again and have fun making music, and you had to ruin it! I'm getting so sick of everyone fighting all the time in this house, why can't you just be nice to each other?"
The boys stared at Noodle. To everyone's surprise, Murdoc cleared his throat.
"You're right, Noodle. I'm sorry. 2D, we'll play that sodding song if you want."
"No, never mind.." 2D replied quietly.
"I'm sorry, Noods," Russel said, ruffling her hair.
"Oh, it's alright. Look, I just want us to be happy, alright?" Noodle said with a sigh.
"Yeah, we understand. We do love each other, look. Come here, Muds," Russel said with a smirk, opening his arms.
Murdoc glared at him. "Don't push it, Russel," he said wearily.
"Oh go on, you guys never hug!" Noodle said with a grin, teasing Murdoc.
"Exactly, and that's never going to happen," Murdoc said stubbornly.
"Muds, come on. Give me some love," Russel cooed, making Noodle bend double with laughter.
"Sod off!" Murdoc yelled, trying to avoid Russel's arms grasping him.
"What, in all those years you've known me, you won't give me one little hug?" Russel said, still grinning.
Murdoc looked at Noodle and Russel who were smirking at him, and realized he wasn't going to get away with this.
"Oh, fine!" he snapped. "But just a quick one!"
"That's it! Just embrace your inner love," Russel said in a sing song voice that made Murdoc want to laugh hysterically and punch him at the same time.
"Ugh.." he muttered.
He took a step towards Russel, put his arms around him for a second, then let go again.
"That deserves a round of applause," Noodle grinned, clapping.
Murdoc bowed with a smirk.
"Hey, where's 2D?" Russel suddenly asked.
The other two looked up, realizing 2D wasn't in the room anymore.
"I'll go and look for him," Murdoc sighed, and immediately went out to the balcony.
To his surprise, 2D wasn't there. Where else could he be? He always went out to the balcony when he was feeling down.
Murdoc checked the living room, the kitchen, 2D's room. He paused in front of his own room. Deciding it couldn't hurt to check, he opened the door slowly.
2D was sitting in the middle of the room, the mess all around him. He was just sitting in the room, staring into space.
"2D, what are you doing?" Murdoc asked wearily, walking toward him.
"I was just thinking.." 2D began quietly.
Murdoc kicked some debris out of the way, then sat next to 2D.
"What about?" Murdoc asked.
"About Plastic Beach. The album. Some of the songs on it," 2D said softly.
Murdoc stiffened. "Yeah," he said.
2D looked at him. "How the fuck did a person like you write On Melancholy Hill, or Broken, or To Binge?"
Murdoc felt himself getting flushed. "What's that supposed to mean, a person like me?" he tried to sidetrack the singer.
"Someone who doesn't give a rat's ass about anyone else's feelings. How on earth did you manage to write sensitive songs like that?" 2D continued.
Murdoc blinked at the first sentence. Then frowned at the second.
"I wrote the fucking songs because I needed money, and songs like that sell!" he snapped.
"No, Muds. I think that for the first time you were actually expressing your feelings," 2D said solemnly, looking at Murdoc.
2D managed to surprise Murdoc again and again by the few intelligent comments he made, or the things he noticed.
"Well, as usual, you're wrong. Stop thinking, you'll give yourself a migraine," Murdoc growled.
"'Our love is broken'? If I was wrong, why don't you tell me where that came from then?" 2D asked coolly.
Murdoc groaned inwardly. He had by now hoped this would never happen. He had been quite nervous when he first presented 2D with the songs, being sure 2D would ask questions. But he didn't notice anything. He probably didn't even care.
And now his slow brain seemed to catch up with things.
"I just picked up a book and wrote down random words from some pages," Murdoc made up quickly.
2D turned to Murdoc, leaning in closer. Murdoc's breath halted.
"Just looking out on the day when you're close to me," he whispered.
Murdoc swallowed hard. 2D brought his hand to Murdoc's cheek.
"Who were you talking about, Murdoc?" he asked softly.
Murdoc felt himself drawn to those deep, black eyes, and he felt something stir deep within him.
He hadn't been writing the songs deliberately thinking of someone, but he had just been there all the time. It had frustrated Murdoc so much. Whenever he was planning on writing something normal, 2D would come into his mind and before he knew it those sodding crybaby lyrics poured out of his pen. And the worst thing was, after he was done writing the songs, 2D didn't leave his mind. It had scared him. It still did.
Murdoc steeled himself and stared right at 2D.
"No one. No one at all," he replied, trying to sound steady, but it came out as a throaty rasp.
2D let out a strangled laugh, and he suddenly pulled Murdoc into a rough kiss. 2D's tongue pushed desperately forward, and Murdoc played along, but to be honest, the kiss scared him. He felt wetness from the tears that were running down 2D's cheeks, and the singer would give a small gasp every now and then to stifle a sob.
Murdoc didn't know what to do, or how to feel. So he just did what he was best at, and grabbed the back of 2D's head, pulling him closer in. He started pulling at 2D's trousers, pushing him down on the floor.
He wasn't even feeling remotely happy. It felt like something he had to do, something that belonged to being him and he couldn't change it. Murdoc wished he could just stop and say how sorry he was, but the evil side of him took over and tore 2D's trousers off, ignoring the tears and the small sobs the singer was trying to hide.
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