Rhinestone Eyes [2doc]

[three]

a/n: i love writing this book so much that i'm writing this chapter not long after publishing the last.

there's nothing special about this chapter, but it moves the story along somewhat with the plot.

oh and muds and 2D are best friends in this book, as they are irl, so be quiet

oh yeah, prepare for nice!murdoc

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By the time anyone had moved, it was almost 5pm and the sun was beginning to set. Nobody wanted to move, but somebody had to - it didn't matter who, and this person was 2D. He had to use the toilet.

During the six or so hours they'd been fixed to their spots, Murdoc had moved closer to 2D for warmth. Of course, since they were sort of best friends, neither of them minded. Although it took about two years for them to get like this, soon enough they were back to their old selves: Murdoc being less pissed off at 2D (mostly because they were both getting older) and the two of them hanging out more. Hanging out meant having a drink and/or smoke every night whilst talking.

Murdoc had frowned when 2D got up, missing the warmth of his best friend. He'd been about ready to fall asleep, but 2D just had to get up. Soon enough, 2D returned and got back on the sofa, he and Murdoc returning to their original positions: their bodies pressed together and them almost lying down. To any regular person, they looked like a couple, and 2D liked that idea.

"'ey, Muds?" 2D asked quietly, as Noodle and Russel were asleep. "What? Make it quick, Stu, I'm tired," Murdoc said, yawning. "I never fanked you. For, y'know, somefin'. M'crazy fo' sayin' this, bu' fank you fo' givin' me 8-ball fractures. I wouldn' be famous if it wasn't for you. And-And m'sorry fo' sayin' that the band wouldn' be the band if it weren' fo' me. I neva' mean' it, I swear t'Satan," 2D said, hugging Murdoc awkwardly as he was laying on 2D. "Don't swear t' Satan. That's bad, Stu. Now, sleep," Murdoc ordered and 2D nodded, closing his eyes.

He heard Murdoc yawn again, loudly, and smiled. He liked it - being able to do this without either of them arguing was possibly 2D's favorite thing; it was better than music. If only it could happen more often. Since Plastic Beach, 2D had completely lost trust in Murdoc; for the first couple years that they'd been sort of reunited, he would flinch whenever Murdoc would raise his hands, or he would completely remove himself from the room. And if by any chance Murdoc got near him, he would start crying. Now, three years later, he was comfortable around Murdoc. There were few times he got hit, and that was a good thing.

2D finally fell asleep, uncomfortable because of the shorter man practically glued to his side asleep, but he was happy.

oOo

It was warmer in the house when 2D woke up - he could feel it. There was no extra body near him, and instead of Noodle's throw blanket, he was covered with a much thinner blanket. He opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them and yawning. "Oh look, you're alive," Murdoc said from the armchair.

2D could smell pancakes. He only knew they were pancakes from the scent of syrup and butter, as well as that scent pancakes have. He could also smell bacon, as well as toast and chocolate. Who cooked breakfast?, he asked himself, but his thoughts were answered when Murdoc left and brought back a plate. It had three chocolate chip pancakes with butter and syrup, a few pieces of bacon and a piece of toast with butter.

"Eat up, we're goin' out," Murdoc said and 2D picked up a piece of bacon, putting it in his mouth. It was surprisingly good. "Where're we goin?" 2D asked, eating more bacon. "I already said this: out." Murdoc sounded annoyed by 2D's ignorance - but who could blame him?