The band found themselves walking to the café for lunch. 2D and Noodle were on either side of the 'couple' to ensure that they wouldn't attempt to run away. Noodle was on Murdoc's side, while 2D was on Russel's side. The percussionist and bassist refused to make eye contact with each other as they held hands and walked down the street, keeping as much distance from each other as possible.
Russel got an idea. "Yo, Muds…" He whispered.
Murdoc looked at him. "What?" He whispered back.
"How about we try to make a run for it? Instead of runnin' to the side, we run ahead, then dip off."
Noodle heard the conversation and glared at Murdoc out of the corner of her eye to see if he would agree.
Murdoc's eyes widened. "No. That is very, very, bad Russ. We shouldn't even be having this conversation!" He spoke quickly, going pale.
Noodle smiled satisfied and went back to looking into the shops along Wobble Street.
'What's his problem?' Russel thought. Then he remembered the violet haired woman dragging Murdoc off to have a 'talk', and Murdoc returning looking scared ever since.
'Wonder what she told him to get him THAT scared…' He thought to himself, feeling defeated.
2D kept looking past Russel at Murdoc and smiling.
"What the fuck are you looking at, faceache?!" Murdoc spat.
2D blushed slightly, having been caught. "N-nothing!"
Murdoc mumbled 'fucking poof' under his breath and felt as if he was going to die when people would stop and stare at the 'couple' as they walked down the pavement. Today had been a sunny, warm day outside, so everyone was out and about.
When they arrived at the café they took outdoor seating. Noodle made the pair hold hands the whole while they were there. Russel and Murdoc sat at one table, while Noodle and 2D sat at another. Noodle's giggling could be heard all the way at the percussionist and bassist's table.
"Noods and 'D sure are getting' along well…" Murdoc said as he craned his neck to see them both laughing and talking.
"You think they might be a couple?" Russel asked.
"Nah. She's too sophisticated to ever settle for one of us."
Russel thought that over for a second then shrugged.
The waitress walked to their table. "What would you gays *cough* I mean, guys, like today?"
Murdoc glared daggers at her. "We're not together. This the consequences of losing a bet."
"Suuure…" The waitress said. "Anyway, that'll be?"
Murdoc and Russel placed their orders then tried to make conversation with each other without thinking about how they were holding hands. Each topic lead to awkward silences, though.
Then, all of a sudden a paparazzi came out of nowhere while Russel and Murdoc were holding hands and began to snap photos.
"I can see it now; 'MURDOC NICCALS AND RUSSEL HOBBS: NEW RELATIONSHIP?'!" He exclaimed happily as he looked at the pictures he'd previously taken.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH GET BACK HERE!" Murdoc shouted as he jumped up and chased the paparazzi around the block.
Russel just sat there, feeling like his life and career were over.
The waitress came back with his and the Satanist's food. Russel sat and nibbled on it, having lost his appetite. She came back with the bill.
"The purple haired lady said since your boyfriend ran off, you have to pay." And with that, she turned on her heel and disappeared inside the building.
Russel sat there, showing no emotion. How he wished this were all just a horrible nightmare that would end right now.
"You have six more days!" Noodle chirped happily and she and the singer started back towards their flat on Wobble Street.
What a hell of a week this was going to be.