AN: I decided that this chapter wasn't anywhere near as progressive as I would have liked it to be, so I added to the ending. Hope you like it even more!

"What's an eight-letter word for a band?" Noodle asked 2D who was scoffing down a cheeseburger opposite her. They were in a relatively obscured booth at McDonald's, and had been for about five hours. They were asked to leave several times but they kept buying food, so it wasn't really fair for staff to complain and 2D laid down that argument pretty thick, much to Noodle's surprise. So they were still there, and he was downloading music with the WiFi.

While Noodle did a crossword in a magazine from 2006. Apparently those were the days where crosswords completely fucked you over.

"Uhhhhhhh..." 2D's intellectual reply came.

"Thanks. Can you look it up on the WiFi?" Noodle sighed, her brain was fried. She knew this one, she was so sure of it...

"Awlrigh'" he started typing, she could hear because he refuses to turn off the tapping noise. No matter how annoying it becomes to her, and no matter how much she pleads for him to turn it down, at least. "Uh, 'ow do yew spell... Eight?"

"E - I - G - H - T."

"Ye, 'fanks."

Moments later, the answer was revealed.

"'Et's "Gorillas"."

Noodle's face connected with the table sharply, and 2D let out a squeal in shock.

She totally knew that.

"Four-letter word for a prank?"

"I KNOW 'DIS!" 2D yelled, which the staff immediately noticed. After ten minutes of another attempted arguement to make the pair leave, they were still victorious, aside from 2D not remembering her question.

"2D."

"Noods?"

"Four-letter word for a prank?" His eyes seemed to brighten.

"OH! Um..." he stumbled over his words, and his eyes didnt seem to be concentrating anywhere anymore. It was enjoyable for Noodle to watch, really. He was so cute, like a ditsy teenager. Except he's like, in his twenties. However, she thought he was intelligent, just in his own way. There's definitely a lot of thoughts that go through his mind that nobody even realizes about, they only hear the things he says aloud which admittedly do not often seem very clever.

"Once I drank boot leg moonshine and I threw up on me dog ('e was awlrigh' 'doe, 'e had a meal wit' 'et) and' e didn't not smell like me vomit 'till me mate Brent yakked a whole cheesecake all over him. Boy, 'dat sure was a great day."

Like so.

"And, I 'fink 'et's "jape"." he finished for real, and looked at Noodle with a big ol' grin on his face. She felt her heart do an awkward flip in her chest, which somehow provoked her to stand up and lean across the table, putting one knee on it and her hands found their way to 2D's chest. And then to his cheeks, which she cupped and ran her thumbs across in a tender stroke.

"Uh, Noods?" 2D was gazing up at her, leaning his head into her hands. Noodle blushed heavily and could tell she was, and so-

She pressed her lips to his. Firmly.

But his response was so quick, wrapping his arms up around her and pulling her across the table with probably more force than needed (her torso had been crushed against his, while her legs were still where she had been sitting previously, so she felt a bit out of place), so she yanked her head back.

"Hey, no." he said with strange dominance, bringing her face back to his.

Well... It wasn't that bad at all.

And once it got a bit too heavy, they left without an argument, much to the staff's rejoice.