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Murdoc opened his eyes with a groan. He turned around and saw 2D staring up at the ceiling, with an emotionless face.
Murdoc gave an awkward cough. 2D turned around and to Murdoc's surprise, gave him a big grin.
"Morning, Muds," he said brightly.
"Um.. good morning?" Murdoc asked questioningly.
"I was just getting up. Joining me for breakfast?" 2D asked, sitting up and stretching.
"Sure.." Murdoc said slowly.
They walked down the stairs, not talking. 2D was humming a little song to himself, and Murdoc watched him wearily.
"Oh, nice of you boys to join us for dinner," Noodle said, rolling her eyes.
2D glanced at the clock. "It's only half past two!"
"Only half past two.." Noodle muttered. "Just sit down and have your breakfast."
2D and Murdoc sat down, and 2D started chatting animatedly with Russel. Murdoc and Noodle glanced at each other, Noodle throwing him questioning looks as he shrugged.
"2D? Can I speak to you for a moment?" Murdoc asked, not being able to stand it anymore.
"Sure, Muds," 2D said brightly, following him out of the kitchen into the hallway.
"2D, what the fuck are you doing?" Murdoc hissed when they were out of earshot.
2D blinked at him. "What do you mean, what am I doing?"
Murdoc gestured at him. "This! Why are you acting so.. happy?"
2D opened his mouth with an innocent shrug, and Murdoc clamped his hand over it.
"Don't answer me if you're not going to be fucking honest," he growled.
2D paused, then sighed. Murdoc took his hand away, waiting for 2D to finally talk.
"It never happened. Any of it," 2D then whispered.
Murdoc stared at him.
"We are just mates, always have been, always will be. We never did anything mates shouldn't do," 2D continued.
"Wha.. what are you saying?" Murdoc asked, not being able to process anything.
"Yesterday was the last time. Ever," 2D breathed, then turned around and walked away.
Murdoc stood there for a few more minutes, just staring into the space 2D had just left. Eventually, he went up to his room like a zombie.
2D was baking cookies with Noodle. She was eying him inconspicuously, laughing with him when it was needed but really trying to look through the mask.
"So where did you suddenly go yesterday, 2D? You missed out on Murdoc and Russel hugging," Noodle said nonchalantly.
"Oh, I.. wanted a cigarette suddenly, so I just left. Sorry," he said with a little laugh.
Noodle looked at the cookie dough, not buying a single word.
"Really?" she asked, still looking at the cookie dough.
"Where did you go to sleep after that, then?"
2D hesitated for a second. "My room, where else?" he then answered with a little giggle.
Noodle didn't say anything for a few minutes as she stuck the cookies into the oven.
"Okay," she then said calmly, closing the oven door.
"Hey, have you guys seen Muds? I haven't seen him for a couple of hours or something," Russel said, walking into the kitchen.
"Nope," 2D answered indifferently. "By the way, I'm going out tonight."
Noodle and Russel glanced at each other.
"Alone?" Russel asked doubtfully.
"Yeah. That's okay, right?" 2D asked cheerfully.
"Sure, 2D. Just take your phone with you," Noodle said.
"Of course, Noods. Well, call me when the cookies are done, I'm going up to get some sleep," 2D smiled at them, then rushed up to his room, closing the door behind him.
He crashed down on the bed, emotionally exhausted. It was hard pretending to be happy when actually he was dying inside. He turned his head to the side and let a few overdue tears fall, pulling the covers over his head.
Stop it. Tonight he was going to go out without his band mates, to just have fun and meet girls and maybe even take a few home with him- anything to forget that bastard. They would go back to being..'friends' again and forget any of this had ever happened. He was going to wipe Plastic Beach completely from his mind.
Anything to peel away that layer of hurt wrapped around his heart.
So in the evening 2D bid goodbye to Russel and Noodle, Murdoc still nowhere to be seen. 2D drove himself to a pleasant pub, happy with the fact that he'd immediately pull all the attention to him. He needed some distraction.
He entered the pub, and a few minutes later, sure enough, girls were hanging onto his arms, touching him and laughing with him.
2D was enjoying himself thoroughly, and a girl sloppily put her lips on his. He kissed back lazily, leaning back as the girls sat on his lap and kissed his neck and his face.
He opened his eyes briefly, and made eye contact with a man sitting a few metres away from him.
The man had black, messy hair and was very pale. He was also extremely handsome, unfortunately. 2D tore his gaze away from the man, and focused on the touch of the girls again.
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"There you are, Muds," Russel said, entering Murdoc's room.
"Oh, yeah. What a surprise, I'm in my own room," Murdoc snarled sarcastically.
"Well, since your room is kind of fucking trashed, I didn't think you'd want to be here currently," Russel said lightheartedly.
"Yeah, well, you were wrong. Fat arse," he added, muttering.
Russel decided to ignore this comment, and leaned against the doorpost.
"So what're you doing?" he asked.
Murdoc was sitting on the floor with like five bottles of rum next to him.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Murdoc snapped.
"Alright, alright," Russel said, starting to back away.
"Hey, Russel?" Murdoc said suddenly.
"What?"
"Where's faceache?" he asked quietly.
Russel hesitated, looking at Murdoc.
"Out," he then said reluctantly.
Murdoc frowned. "Out? Where? With whom?"
"Alone. And I don't know," Russel replied uncomfortably.
"What? You let that sodding mentally challenged dullard out alone? You want him dead?" Murdoc snarled, swaying as he stood up.
"Murdoc, don't worry. He's not a child," Noodle said, appearing next to Russel.
"What do you mean he's not a child? He can't even tie his fucking shoelaces!" Murdoc shouted.
"Stop worrying, Murdoc! He'll be back soon, anyway. Why don't you come down with us and play a game of cards or something, hmm?" Noodle said soothingly.
"No. I don't want your sodding cards," Murdoc muttered, sitting down again.
"Oh come on, Muds. A movie?" Russel asked.
They were desperate to get Murdoc out of this danger zone before he was properly in it. But Murdoc just shook his head, muttered a few incoherent profanities and took another gulp of his rum.
So Noodle and Russel gave up, bidding each other good night and going to their rooms. The house was silent, Murdoc didn't make a sound as he gulped down his rum and drowned in his thoughts.
Finally, after a few hours, he heard commotion down the stairs. He lay down on the ground, covering his face. 2D's room was right next to his and he didn't want to hear him and the girl getting it on. He heard people stumble up the stairs.
2D said something with a giggle, and Murdoc jolted upwards when he heard another male voice. He crawled over to the door, avoiding the debris, and put his ear against the door.
"Shh, we have to be quiet, people are asleep," he heard 2D giggle.
"Come on, then," the deep whisper of a man replied, and Murdoc heard the door shut. He scrambled up. He had to do something. He couldn't let a fucking man touch 2D in any way. Women he could (barely) live with, but men, no way. He was the only man who was allowed to touch 2D.
He threw open the door, and ran toward 2D's room. He pushed the door open quickly, and took in the scene of a black haired man lying on top of his singer with 2D's legs wrapped around his waist.
The two men stared at him, 2D with his mouth open in shock and cheeks bright red, the other man with a look of annoyance.
"D'ya mind, mate?" the man said then.
Murdoc gulped, and backed out of the room. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to react. For the first time in his life, Murdoc felt intimidated by someone other than his father or his brother.
He had never been speechless before. He would have normally ran over to that guy and beat the shit out of him for even looking at him the wrong way, but as soon as he opened the door and saw what the two were doing, his mind went blank and his legs turned to jelly.
What did register properly though, was the intense pain in his chest, pain he had never felt before, nor did he ever want to feel it again. But it was there, and the more he thought about it, the worse it became. It drove him to hyperventilating, and he ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet.
Murdoc threw up all the alcohol he had consumed, until his throat felt sore and raw. He washed his mouth out with water, then slid down to the floor and sat with his head in his hands, not caring that he was still in the bath room and someone would probably walk in on him in the morning.
He didn't care about anything anymore. He just wanted to fade away.
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