The G-Sides (the Girlfriend Sides) Part 2 to Some Kind of Melancholy

Annnnd we're back

After the concert was over, I didn't stick around. I was out of there as soon as the last second of Slow Country played. And I went home and just tried to sleep the whole thing off.

Back, I had to come back. I had to. As soon as I finished my grocery shopping, I headed back to the concert hall. As per usual, I was the first one. I set my bags down in my office and decided to walk around and shake off all the craziness from the past week. I walked up and down the stairs to where Murdoc and I first met. I walked over the stage where we danced. But I didn't dare walk by the west room where I had scared the shit out of Gorillaz. Too many embarrassing memories.

It had been nice and quiet. The thing is about concert halls is it would either be silent...or loud as hell. No middle ground. So as I as I walked around, I noticed something. I stopped. I listened....

It was not silent.

From a far, far distance, I could hear a faint sound within the walls of the concert hall. A sound that shouldn't have been there.

I wasn't alone.

Someone was in this building with me. Someone who was not suppose to be here. I listened more closely. I could swear I heard some kind of cranking and chains rattling. It stopped....

CRASH!!

I ran. I took out my walkie talkie.

"Hello? Is anyone online? One, two? If anyone is on, please answer. I believe someone has broken in backstage and I need someone to call the cops ASAP. I have no idea what's going on, but I'm going to try to handle this on my own first, over." Nothing but static replied back to me. I shut off my talkie and scooted up against a corner. Just down the hall, I heard shuffles and things being moved inside the last room. Thoughts rushed through my head. I immediately thought it might be a burgler. My instinct was to go and just jump him. But then again, he might be armed. I looked around for anything to use as a weapon. Lucky enough for me, fire extinguisher was across from where I standing.

Holding it against my chest, I crept towards the door. I could still hear shuffling. Soon I was right outside the door. I tried to peak through the crack but some no one. I silently took a deep breath. The shuffling stopped.

'Oh god,' I thought. 'They've sensed me!'

With that, I kicked open the door with all my might, (I swear I broke it), and blasted the extinguisher first, blinding the intruder, then chucking it over to where I saw them standing. I heard a clunk! and an oddly familiar scream.

"2D?" The blur-haired man stumble to get up and rub his head. He groaned and looked over at me with his big black empty eyes.

"Mori?" He tried to take a step but collapsed. I ran over and lifted him up, tossing his arm over my shoulder and began leading him to the hall.

"2D, what the fuck were you doing?" I said struggling to drag his limpy body along. He looked up at me and gave a sheepish grin.

"I was looking for a guitar." It was then I noticed the guitar held in his hand. I stopped.

"What's that for?" He smiled but suddenly his head dropped down. I realized he was out cold. I didn't think I hit him that hard. I guess his head had grown very sensitive to strong impacts. Along with the fact he got them...a LOT. I dragged him to the med room which wasn't to far away.

The med room looked like a doctors office and was there for mostly minor injuries, like if someone fell down and scraped something or if we had people pass out during a concert we would take over here till they were fine again. It was a white room and smelled of latex gloves. I laid 2D's body onto the stretcher and put his guitar in the corner. Then I began to rummage around the cabinets looking for an ice pack or something to heal his head. I took out a bottle of pills.

"Fast Relief" it read on it's label. I started to read the amount needed to take before I heard a light snoring coming from behind me and turned around. 2D slept stiffly and I saw his muscles kept tensing up. I walked over him. His eyebrows were twitching as well as his mouth. Unsure I should had just shoved all the pills down his throat, I tapped his shoulder hoping he would stir. His twitching stopped and he was still. I waited for a moment before yanking my hand back.

'Oh god,' I thought. 'I killed him!' Before I could even grabbed his body to throw in the river, he groaned and his head drooped upto one side so his face was facing my direction. He lifted it up a bit and open his eyes to where it looked like he was wincing. An awkward toothy smile spread across his face.

"Mum, rub my head will ya?" his head dropped back down and he went back to his light snoring. I stood for a moment, unsure what to do. My first instinct was to leave 2D till he regained consciousness. But looking at how helpless he looked, I decided what the heck.

With a hesitant hand, I let my fingers run through his surprisingly soft tuffs of blue hair. It was silky almost. Each strand slipping through my fingers easily. His head felt warm against my cold hands. I brushed each tussle back, wondering how it managed to bounce back into its pointy ends. I tried to smooth back the hair from his face but it sprung back like the rest. I felt a brush if his skin. It was...smooth. I grazed my fingertips over his face and realized how flawless it was. His nostrils open a bit as he breathed, his small mouth gently pursed. In my eyes, I felt like I was looking at a little boy. A little boy with a five o'clock shadow.

It was then when I noticed why girls loved 2D so much. 'He wasn't bad looking' I thought. I mean, I always thought he was really awkward looking, but it was then I realized, he was...actually okay. I paused.

A idea suddenly sprung in my head. A mystery I had always wondered about 2D. Something that I'm pretty sure most girls would dream of doing when they met him. Slowly and quietly, I leaned down close to his face. Placing both hands on his cheeks, I pulled him closer to me...

And pulled one of his eyelids open.