Friends with "that Niccals kid" | Gorillaz High school AU

Helpless

SUNDAY

After the little slumber party we go to sleep. Murdoc insists we sleep next to each other, so I oblige. We were drunk, so we just use that as an excuse.

Sunday morning we wake up with a headache. I hop downstairs and grab two sprites, when I arrive upstairs, he's already sitting up, rubbing the dreams and alcohol out of his eyes.

"Thanks" he says as I hand him the beverage "I'm more of a brandy guy but you know"

"I figured, we only have this"

"Meh, it's good 'nuff"

We drink our beverages whilst chatting. I eventually get him to do homework with me, and, despite complaining at first, he seems genuinely invested, even letting me ask him the material, which he knew word for word.

We play with Ace for a bit and eventually go for a walk as mum takes care of him. We walk to the park, there are quite a lot of people here, but not too many. He lights up a cigarette and hands the pack towards me.

"You know something crazy I thought of?" I blurt out as we walk around, eventually taking a seat on a bench that has less dry bird shit on it - since all of them did - "If there are endless amounts of alternate universes, there's one where we are complete opposites"

"Probably" he remarks "Be thankful you're not me though, I dunno what shit you must'a went through, but what I went through is basically the tenth circle of Hell"

"..." I go silent "Y'know, I actually smoked before you"

"Really? Wow, that's the biggest plot twist of my life" he says, flicking the butt of his cigarette with his freakishly long and sharp thumbnail

"Yeah... I started in 7th grade, quit by 9th, I lost the interest and somehow didn't even get addicted"

"Well, did you inhale it?"

"'Course, still didn't get addicted" I say "I figured since I'm in a troubled youths' school, where I would be raised to be a better me, I might as well actually put my mind to something else, like studying"

"Heh, good for you, buddy, good for you"

MONDAY

We head to school, I feel Murdoc start holding my hand, his long fingers wrapping themselves around mine. I look down on our hands and then up to his face, he smirks. I keep looking at him in disbelief, my cheeks red, and accidentally bump into a trash can around the school entrance, almost knocking it over.

A couple of people yell "faggot" but I try to ignore it, as Murdoc seems to do the same. We sit down for spanish class, our teacher messaged us on sunday about a new seating system that would apply to all classrooms outside but not excluding the homeroom. We surprisingly ended up sitting together.

"buenos días, jóvenes, ¿alguien está ausente?" (good morning young ones, is anybody absent?) the teacher says like she does so every day.

"Nadie" the class says in unison

"¡Muy bueno!"

We open our book and have quiet reading time, but as my eyes go along the strings of text, my thighs buckle together as I feel a hand grab onto one of them. I am scared to look down but end up peeking at Murdoc's hand, but his face remained focused, like a little innocent being who does no wrong.

I try and ignore it, but when my legs slightly part and I get adjusted to the feeling, he begins to go upwards, then down, stroking my thigh slowly.

I finish the text and my hand immediately shoots upwards.

"Miss, may I go to the bathroom? I'm done reading"

"En español, por favor"

"¡Yo quiero el baño jodidamente mucho!" (I need the bathroom really fucking much)

"¡No jurar!" (no swearing)

I run out the door and into the bathroom. I only notice then that I got hard. Really fucking hard.

I begin to walk up and down inside the bathroom, next to the stall doors, as the whole room was empty. I wait for it to go away, only returning ten minutes later.

"Everything alright?" the teacher asks

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, miss, the text was really interesting by the way"

I look at Murdoc, the bastard just smirks at me.

AT LUNCH

Murdoc convinces the gang to go out of school for a smoke, and, despite me protesting at first, Paula convinces us to go, Russel also showing a bit of enthusiasm.

"Let's go, Noodle, you stay clean, alright?" Murdoc says, he and Noodle managed to somehow create a father-daughter bond between themselves, and now Murdoc protects her like a daughter

"Oh, come on! High school is only getting fun, why can't I enjoy it a little bit?"

She ends up acting as a security guard as the rest of us all light one up. We have great conversations and end up heading back.

AFTER SCHOOL

It was a boring day, really, we head to the kindergarden wing and pick Ace up. As we head out, Murdoc carries him in his arms, but as we walk through the court, on our way to the side gate, I see Ace get snatched from Murdoc.

A bunch of Murdoc's old, now 12th grader classmates, five guys and one girl, ganged up. One of them now has Ace and begins to throw him around like a sack of potatoes. They all chant things like "Niccals freak". One of them suddenly grabs our arms to keep up away, the one girl was filming the whole ordeal, chuckling.

Suddenly, Murdoc breaks free and grabs Ace, which just resulted in them letting Ace go and ganging on Murdoc instead.

I hurriedly run to Ace and pick him up as the guys start hitting/shoving Murdoc around, eventually kicking his legs, causing him to fall down.

"Quick! Take Acey to the nurse!" he yells

"What about you?!" I ask

"Fuck me, Ace is more important! Just go, you dullard! Go!"

I run away, hugging Ace close to me. I head back to the kindergarden wing where the nurse's office was. As I open the door, Ms. Young, the nurse, looks at me worriedly upon seeing my distraught self holding the injured child in my arms.

"Oh, dear lord! What happened sweetheart?" she says in a soft voice to Ace, who only stopped screaming and crying now.

"Some 12th graders started throwing him around and must have even hurt him" I explain

"That explains that nasty scar on his head, let me get a plaster and some alcohol"

As the nurse treats Ace, she assures me she will take care of him until I bring Murdoc in, since he's probably even more badly injured.

As I run towards where we were, I see no 12th graders, only Murdoc, lying on the snow-covered cement, not moving, his eyes blankly staring up at the sky.