Raina's POV
I crack a smile at the blue haired singer, trying not to giggle at his silly accent. It was British, but he still sounded somewhat of a child with talking problems.
"Let's go celebrate." Murdoc announced, his snaggley teeth showing. He seemed like a mysterious man, with some kind of look in his eye.
Noodle smiled and waved at me, being silent. She didn't talk. I have a feeling we might be close or become pretty good friends. But let's not judge a book by its cover.
We made our way into this cheap restaurant, and as soon as we walked in, cameras greeted us. One snapped a picture of my my face, and klutzy me fell on my butt.
Noodle looked down on me with caring eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Just stunned."
I got up onto my feet and followed the waitress to our seat. She was a short Asian lady, and I felt like a giant standing beside her. I was only 5"4, and she was about 4" something.
We got into the booth, and 2D sat to the right of me, and Murdoc to the left.
I put my hand down on the cold, brown leather seat. A few moments later, a hand followed right behind mine and decided it wanted to stay there too. I followed the hand to its arm, and I see 2Ds face.
"So, tell us about you! I want to know about you." Noodle chimed.
"Well, I was born and raised in Canada. I am 29 years old." I said.
"Is there any addictions, or things like that we need to know about?"
"Well, I do take medication for my depression." I awkwardly said. They stared at me. Whenever I tell people this, they stare at me like I'm some kind of monster. Ugh.
"May I take your order?" A blonde bubbly waitress interrupts.
" Just a large pepperoni pizza for-"
"And a large beer!" Murdoc interrupts like a small excited child.
The waitress takes our orders and walks away.
"I'm going for a fag. Anyone wanna join me?" Murdoc asked.
I stand up and follow him out the back door.i pull out a cigarette from my pocket and light it with a match.
"So..." Murdoc awkwardly said.
"You wanna know where my depression is from I'm guessing?" I guess.
"Yur' a smart one aren't ya'?" He said.
I sit on the steps, and he does the same.
"Well. Ten years ago, when I was 16, I got home from school-
I tuck a puff from my cigarette.
"I got home from school and saw my brother hanging from the roof." I finish, fighting back the tears. There was a huge lump in my throat and it wouldn't let me swallow him.
"I still see visions of it everyday.." I feel tears coming out my eyes. I hate crying. Crying is for people who are whiny and dumb.
"I must ask... What is with your hair?" Murdoc questioned.
"I died my hair pink when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. She also wanted me to get snake bites. I don't know why, but I did."
I reply.
"Come here."
I take another puff, and move beside him.
"I feel someone's watching us.." I whisper. He laughs in response.
THE END OF CHAPTER 2!
