A/N: I don't own the Gorillaz. Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett do.
4:00 a.m in the morning is not the usual time for a person to have any type of an important conversation. However, as 2D was knocking on Noodle's bedroom door at this time for that reason, it could be said he was definitely not a typical person. No, the singer definitely wasn't. The young guitarist was slow to answer the door. Her groggy green eyes met empty black sockets. Her only greeting to him was a grunt. She was going to shut the door in his face when 2D placed his leg in the way. The singer let out a yelp. He wasn't wearing shoes and the wood of the door stung on his skin.
"Just listen to me for a second, Noodle. I know what happened. I know it was mine. I know you got rid of it. Yeah? That's why we're here isn't it? In this house again luv?"
2D was about to ask her more about it. Tell her what little he knew about why she was mad. He wanted to ask about the things he didn't know. But, Noodle said nothing. She just stood there staring at him. 2D dropped to his knees. One drunken mistake had lead to this and it was all his fault.
"That's not what happened."
Noodle's words were curt, but she was speaking to him. She told him of what happened that night after the shoot several months ago. She told him about a man with blue hair. A man who wasn't him. About how Murdoc and Russel wanted to avoid a scandal. About how coming to the this old flat was more than just a vacation after finishing up the album. This place was good for when people wanted a low profile. Right then, Noodle wanted a low profile. They'd all agreed not to talk to 2D about it. They were worried he would make a scene over it. As 2D stayed on his knees, staring up at Noodle; He couldn't help but agree.
After that, she didn't say anything. She didn't say anything at all. She just gently shut her door on 2D as he stayed himself on the ground. Just trying to take it all in. Something had happened to his bandmate. Something awful. He'd been so engrossed in himself that he hadn't even stopped to think of his mates. Something inside him that made him feel so big shrunk down so small. He was coming down from a false high. It was like he was a helium balloon someone had poked a hole in.
From here, he could do nothing but slide over to Noodle's door and sit his back against it. He attempted to think. This was a difficult task for the singer in many ways, but he was determined to do it at this moment. He bummed a cigarette from a pack he found laying near him on the dirty floor and made quick work of lighting it up.
"I met this amazing woman earlier Noodle. She's our neighbor, luv. You'd like her. Can't say I'm interested like the way you'd expect. Besides, she's got a real protective fella keeping her and her baby safe from anybody bad. That guy, her boyfriend, he gave me some advice."
2D stopped here to drag a puff of smoke out from the ashes of his puffed cigarette. He admired the hazy swirl. Of course he would cough once, but then just keep puffing away as his story continued.
"I got a voicemail from Paula. You don't know her. You don't want to either, luv. She's an ex-bird of mine from the early days of the band. Before we got ourselves on the map. Anyways, this guy I told you about. Well, he said I ought to answer them. I'd get closure if I did. But, I didn't listen. I deleted the voicemails instead. Putting her behind me. Moving forward, luv. That's the kind of closure I needed. I just, I want to help, with you getting yours too love."
2D smashed the butt of his cigarette into the floorboard just as the door opened again. He wasn't ready for the slow opening. His back hit the floor of her room and he stared up at her again that night. He let out a final breath of smoke from his lips. They had a lot to talk about.
A/N: I don't know. I'm a little concerned that 2D might've seemed a bit out of character this chapter. But I tried to keep with his character as much as possible. Sorry if that slipped a little. A contemplative 2D was definitely something to..well...contemplate.