The window wipers needed repairing. All they did to the poor glass was leave an ugly scratch, but luckily this was only 2D's work car and they can sort it out themselves without him spending too much himself.
However, 2D's vision was completely warped. Not because of his unholy 8-ball fracture, but because it was absolutely pissing down outside and the window wipers were not of any use whatsoever. He turned a sharp corner and clipped the curb which made him grimace, he's supposed to be an amazing driver after all.
Also he felt the grinding screech travel right through his teeth and it wasn't that different to experiencing the sound of a fork scraping against an old plate.
What was Noodle's address again?
"SHET." He slammed his hands against the steering wheel which caused an abrupt swerve, and his lunch's sudden want to exit the way it came. Now, let's have a look-see at this dilemma... He'd just left his own home. It's too far to go back, also he was already running late. He knew the address was printed out in bold and taped above his doorframe, so that he wouldn't forget it as he walked out. Look how well that foolproof plan turned out.
Did he write it somewhere else? 2D glanced around the car desperately. But...
Nope. Too good to be true, he barely picked up a pen unless it was to scrawl down a few lyrics he'd thought up.
Oh, right. Phone. He chuckled, pulling over to be safe. Don't use your phone while driving, kids.
He clicked the home button.
...
Nothing.
He clicked again.
Maybe he hadn't turned it on.
Wait.
He didn't put it on charge last night. It's dead.
"Eughhhh" he groaned and smacked his head on the steering wheel. His watch said he had fifteen minutes to get to Kensington, but it would probably take another ten minutes to remember Noodle's address again.
2D's life = Over.
...
Pages road.
2D sat up abruptly, a grin splitting across his face.
"Life 'es a highwayyyy, I wan' ride ih' all night looowwng." he hummed as he got back on the road.
So, 2D got Pages road down, but what was the number?
He'd been sitting on the curb (in his car of course, he'd rather not get soaked today) for five minutes, racking his brains for any number that might pop into his head. But none came.
"Whot's teh time..." He murmured and checked his watch. 11:40am. "Fockin' 'ell..."
All the houses looked the same, big and rich and creamy white. Real rich person territory here.
It wasn't that long of a road though. He could see the end from where he parked, and so an idea popped into his sore mind.
"Hopefully Noods has an umbrella." 2D said aloud as he got out of the car, and began running.
"'Ello?" He knocked on the door of the first house. After a minute an elderly man answered.
"Can I help you, boy-Oh Jesus Christ, where are your eyes?"
"Uh," 2D backed up quickly. "An accident happened." he laughed for a second at his joke. Oh, classic 2D. "Es Noodle 'ere?"
"I've literally been living here for about eight minutes." The man gestured to the moving vans. He decided not to delve into the strange boy's explanation of the mild phenomena of having no eyes.
"'Fanks anyway..." 2D waved, but it became an awkward trip down the steps. He giggled as he remembered Noodle's specific instructions for him not to do that, so he hurriedly picked himself up and dusted off his hands.
The man stared at the blue haired guy for a moment longer before returning to his unpacking.
"'Ellooooo?" 2D was almost to the end of the street and was shivering violently, his clothes completely soaked to the bone and his hair plastered to his face. He barely had the energy to stand, let alone knock on the door. Have any of these people heard of doorbells?
"Yes?" A deep American accent spoke to answer, but no one opened the door. 2D stepped up close to the peek hole.
"'Es Noodle 'ere?"
"Uhhh, Noodle? She lives at number 54." The door creaked open and a rather big man stepped out. His eyes were a ghostly white, and 2D felt the need to ask why, but he remembered his own were rather alarming themselves. He'd also prefer not to remember why they got this way either...
Number 54. Noodle is waiting.
"'Fanks!" He went to skip off, but abruptly found that he was being held back.
"D? Is that you?"
Oh dear.
"Russ!" That moment of recognition was the start of 2D's soon-to-be demise. "'Ow've yew been?" Maybe Russel, his good old friend won't remember why they haven't seen each other in so long.
"You stole my heelies a few years back."
Damn. Well, Russel appears to be on the case.
"Uh, well yew see, I was gunna give 'em back, but, uh-"
"Give them back now!"
"'Dey aren' in teh bes' shape yew see-"
"No, I don't see! What I do see however, is that you got a nice lookin' pair right there on yo' feet."
Oh mercy me, 2D thought as Russel's hands wandered to his neck and begun tightening.
"I bought 'dese wif' my own money! I'll git yours back, jus' please let me go!"
Russel did just that. 2D fell backwards with an agonising thump, his head slamming against the concrete path and a yelp escaping from his throat.
"...Ouch." He groaned and sat up after a while, rubbing his sore noggin. He peeked through one eye to see Russel looming above him, looking pissed as hell.
"I'll get your heelies, Russ! Jus'- I can't stand Noodle up!" He pleaded. What was the time anyway? He must be ages late.
Russel sighed. "Just go, man. You and I both know that's never gonna happen. Enjoy your date, it was nice seein' you. Although I would appreciate you never stealin' from me again."
What a mood swing.
"I promise I won'!" 2D finally got himself up. "An' I will bring yew your heelies!"
He really wasn't. It'd be a miracle to even remember this encounter due to the growing boulder on the left side of his head. However, he was determined as always, and Russel let out a laugh.
"Yeah, you do that. So, uh, Noodle, she's a lovely girl."
"She really is, 'das why 'm takin' 'er to McDonald's, she was cravin' et. I 'fink she's on her period, she mighta told me earlier 'dis week-"
"I don't needa know that, man!"
"Sorry."
"Bye, 'D.
"Seeya Russ-" But he was already gone, back inside and out of this miserable weather. Lucky bastard.
Now he really needed to hurry. It was nearing twelve according to his watch, which hadn't died on him even in this pouring rain, so reliable. Maybe 2D would have felt just how freezing he'd gotten if this headache that had been brewing for a long time hadn't reached it's peak, due to a certain bump it had recieved just a second earlier.
2D ran as fast as his heely-weilding feet could take him, searching for number 54, Pages road.
"Numbaaaaaa' fifteh' fourrrrr..." he sang, out of tune and out of breath. It was awful and completely unlike him. Perhaps a concussion is involved?
Here it is. The Holy land. 54.
He skipped up to the front door, up four steps and-whoops. He fell back onto the ground.
"FUCK."
2D picked himself up for the seemingly hundredth time that day, and heard a sudden thumping. From inside. Wait, is Noodle racing to the-
No, he must get there first. He rushed to the door, careful not to let gravity have it's way with him again, and leaned against the supporting pillar in what he thought seemed like a not-caring manner. He's gotta be cool, he's gotta be fresh. Well, as much as someone who was almost dead from hypothermia can be.
The door swung open, and he lost his composure. A goddess had answered?
"2D!" Ah yes, the familiar Japanese accent gets him every time.
"'Ello Noodsssss-oh." It seems an unbearable wave of nausea had to overcome him at that particular moment. Bugger.
Gravity pulled him down onto Aphrodite at the front door, who let out an alarmed squeak.
"2D, you're soaked!" Noodle cried out, fearing for his health.
"Well, I s'pose I am, heheh." he mumbled, trying to lean back and not get her adorable lilac dress ruined. His favourite colour! What a convenience that she likes it also.
"Did you run here or something? Where's your car? Why haven't you been answering my texts? You're bleeding! I- Never mind just come inside, come on." She-oh. Suddenly 2D was in the air, being carried in a rather embarrassing way.
"Uhh." The questions she'd asked were swirling in his mind and making the already Satanic headache feel like his skull was being slammed by a fridge door repeatedly.
"God, you're going to get sick!" Noodle fretted as she carried him up a large flight of stairs and dumped him in a bathroom. "Have a bath as well, you stink."
What a step-up in their relationship.
"I've seen all of your jiggly bits," Don't remind him, "-thanks to that certain mishap, so just hurry up and I'll get my dad's clothes and-"
"Noodle."
"What?"
"Hey."