Rhinestone Eyes [2doc]

[four]

i've decided that clocks by coldplay could as well be essential to the emotion of this story. just listen to it.

some spicy af stuff that will move the story along is gonna happen and it's lit.

why did i say that? idk

also, my headcannons may not go with theories or proven facts about albums. this is an au, so things that exist irl and cannonically do not matter. just had to put that out there ✌

warning: this is where it gets sad, fairly quickly, so this will be a short chapter.

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Upon waking up, there were tears in 2D's eyes. Immediately, he got up and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Yep, he was crying, but for what reason though? That was a question he couldn't answer, but rather let himself guess all day until he knew the exact reason why.

He went back into the main part of his bedroom and looked at the time. It was currently almost noon and he realized that he'd slept in the same clothes from yesterday. He yawned, causing more tears to fall, but at a rapid pace. 2D wiped the tears away and wiped them on his shirt.

He walked downstairs, humming, and was surprised to see Murdoc fully awake with a mug of coffee in his hands. He got a bowl out of the cupboard, avoiding Murdoc's gaze, and got some cereal.

Murdoc said nothing, instead continuing to drink his coffee and watch the singer pour cereal, then pour milk. "Sleep well?" "I slept fine." "Oh, okay."

2D took his cereal into the living room, yawned, and began to eat. He felt content just sitting there, eating his frosted wheat cereal and humming. His brain forced him to hum Some Kind Of Nature but softly, so that's what he did as he finished eating and drinking the milk. He took his bowl and spoon into the kitchen and rinsed it out before putting it them in the dishwasher.

Murdoc said nothing, just stared at him. "'ey Muds," 2D said and Murdoc shifted his gaze to where he was looking at the stairs, acting like he desperately wanted to be away from the singer, purposefully ignoring him. "Nice chat," Stuart said, whistling and walking into the bathroom, but he coughed, gasping for air. He was choking.

Suddenly, he felt a cramp in his stomach and lurched forward, emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet. He was angry, due to the fact that he'd just eaten, and now his food was in the toilet. He threw up again, but this time it was clear. 2D locked the door, closing the toilet lid and sitting down. He put his head in his hands, attempting to calm the ache, but it didn't help.

This was confusing. Life was confusing. Stuart didn't understand why these things happened to him - why anything happened to him. He was a good person. He never meant any harm to anybody. All he wanted to do was be happy and nice to people.

Maybe this all began with Murdoc, when the bassist hit him with a car and put him in that coma. If he'd never met Murdoc, he'd be perfectly fine. But, at the same time, he'd have never met Russel or Noodle. They were his friends, but Murdoc was his best friend. Though, best friends don't ignore each other, or abuse each other. A best friend is not supposed to kidnap you and hold you hostage on a beach just to record a damn album. A best friend is supposed to care, not abuse the other friend.

Maybe they weren't even best friends anymore. Maybe they'd grown apart in that aspect of their friendship.

There was a knock on the door. "You alright?" Murdoc asked from the other side of the door. "Yeah, m'fine Muds," 2D said, standing up and walking over to the sink. He turned the cold water on and splashed his face, then took some in his hands and put it in his mouth. He swished it around and spit it out, then did the same with some mouthwash. He didn't want anyone knowing he was sick or rather, still sick. He'd been almost violently ill for the past week, and it hadn't passed, but he didn't want to go to the hospital in case it wasn't too serious.