We're Only Humanz

Chapter 1

Stop it.

It was a frequent command that ran through her head more than fifty times a day.

Stop looking at him.

But it was so hard to look away. She could feel pheromones heat up inside her like wildfire when she saw him, when she heard him, when she touched him.

It's wrong.

Of course it was wrong. 2D was twelve years older than Noodle. But it didn't make her stop thinking about him. Thinking about him running his long fingers through her hair as she breathed in his intoxicating scent; cigarette smoke blended with some cologne. Thinking about the way she would nestle beside him at night, face in his soft blue hair.

Most twenty six year olds don't have crushes on their thirty nine year old roommate/bandmate/brother. She scolded herself crossly, adjusted her leather jacket, and strode out for breakfast, the smell of oily food hitting her like a brick wall. She sighed. Russel was making his signature eggs and bacon.

'Hello Russel-san.' She said.

'Morning Noods!' The drummer said brightly, not looking up from the pan.

'Russel, didn't I tell you I'm trying to be vegan?' Noodle questioned.

'I remembered! That's why I'm making more eggs than usual.' He chirped happily.

Noodle sighed. She'd had the 'what is a vegan' discussion too many times this month.

Stuff it. I'm going vegetarian.

'Arigato, Russel.' She said, attempting to match his bright tone.

The lift announced itself with the satisfying ding dong that Noodle enjoyed thoroughly. She looked expectantly to the lift, waiting to see 2D emerge...

Instead it was Murdoc, wearing boxers and a black singlet with a questionable stain on the side. Noodle grimaced and turned away.

'Warm welcome, thank you Noodle.' The green man growled, then chuckled. "What are you making us, Russ? Fried shit?"

"Your face will be fried shit if you keep talking, Muds." The drummer growled from the stove.

Murdoc simply gave a larrikin laugh and sat down at the table.

"Noodle, pass a fag luv." The bassist beckoned to the girl. Noodle took one out for herself and then flung the pack at him. They both quietly lit them in unison, which made Noodle smile. She still loved Murdoc even if he was a total dickhead and a poor role model.

The lift announced itself a second time. 2D emerged, and Noodle had to turn away. He was wearing tight skinny jeans that showed off his long gangly legs, an oversized belt and Gorillaz converses. No shirt. 2D cocked his head in confusion when Noodle looked away from him quickly. Murdoc sniggered again.

"Don't worry faceache, she did that to me too."

Noodle took a fustrated drag from her cigarette.

****

The band sat at the breakfast table, Noodle and 2D sitting opposite each other.

2D couldn't quite figure out why Noodle kept shifting in her chair and picking at her food like she was on one of those cooking shows where the chefs eat one grain of rice from a dish and declare 'it's not cooked enough.'

He also couldn't figure out why she was avoiding all eye contact with him. It was probably the absence of a shirt. He just really couldn't be bothered today, and most of his bruises had healed up anyway.

After breakfast, Noodle disappeared suddenly. Like, ran out the room suddenly.

"Uh... I'll see if she's okay..." said 2D, heading toward the lift.

"She's probably just on her period." Said Murdoc, waving him off.

"Wot's a period..." asked 2D.

"What do you mean, 'what's a period?"

I don't own these characters, they belong to Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett, Gorillaz.

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