My Hot Kiss Ass Singer. 2d X Murdoc

Clean your room.

Sorry but this is a long one. And just so you know the picture shows the steps to what happens in this chapter. (2d poking at Murdoc, Murdoc has a stupid idea, 2d falls for bait, bad things happen) it's simple. 

(2ds POV)

So, this was what happened...

(Murdocs POV)

I stared out the window, from my place in the kitchen. From across the street I could see a snippet of that tea party bullsh*t that was going down. I was so glad that Noodle wasn't along side those snobs, with the same goody two shoes morals, the pink dresses, and the God is great God is everything eccentric. Blagh. By the way I wonder where Russel had dragged Noodle off to, he's been doing that a lot lately, taking her to places. It's probably because me and Jack skeleton over there are such nuisances to him. I can't count the several times Russel would shake his head, muttering 'F*cking white boys' every time the two of us would get in a squabble.

I narrowed my eyes squinting as I sipped my margarita. I watched three girls come up to another little girl in a yellow dress sitting on the ground. It looks like they were in some petty fight. How sad. . . Wait, hey. . .

"Hey Faceacke," I growled, my eyes fixated on the girls.

2d lifted his head, getting zapped out of his trance, "Yes..." he asked voice shaking. The poor idiot thought I was going to beat the sh*t out of him for no reason. ... Good.

"Why does that girl look like noodle?" I asked glancing at him through the corner of my eye.

"Well, maybe it tis Noodle?" He said with a small shrug, wincing at his on answer as he shrinks lower into himself.

"But why the hell would Noodle be at a tea party?

He bit his lip looking at me confused kinda the same look he got when he watched 100 Dalmatians for the first time. The bloke just couldn't handle the fact that the dogs could talk.

I shook my head and turned away from the window, "You know what never mind," I groaned staring at my green drink swirling it a little.

Stuart didn't answer just looked down at the floor once again, zoning out.

I huffed in annoyance I didn't like that he was so obsessed with the floor, especially went I was in the room. Grumpy and bored I looked around my mind wandering back to 2d's messy room, to this messy house. We haven't cleaned it sense the day we moved in. It's a dirty pig sty, and for some damn reason it was bothering me. With all the gunk and the trash, and the clothes, and dirty dishes, and that were green stuff spattered on the walls. It was down right disgusting. And the place smelled weird too.

I whipped my head to 2d who was still staring at the floor. Satin damnit what the hell was so interesting right there on that little spot on the floor! "Faceacke!" I yelled.

He flicked his head up with a dumb look on his face, staring at me with uncertainty and question.

"Go clean your room," I growled, draining the rest of my drink.

He scoffed, turning in his chair, "Why tho!?"

"Because it's a mess!" I yelled slamming my glass on the cheap marble in our dirty kitchen.

"H-how would you know it's a mess?" He countered, flicking his spiky blue hair out of his eyes, in fact his hair looked a little purple today, kinda weird but okay.

I tilted my head and gave him the really look, something Noodle taught me not sure if it makes me seem girly or not, "How would I know if your rooms a mess? gee I don't know maybe it's because I CAN SMELL IT ALL THE WAY FROM HERE!"