Chance... Probably. (Gorillaz 2D x Reader)

Chapter Thirty-two: Will This Ever Stop?

(A/N: I just looked at my followers and noticed I have thirty-two now- so for the three of you that appeared since the last chapter, welcome to the cactus family!)

(Russell's POV)

Ugh... Now that Demon Days is out, it feels like there's no reason to stay here. I mean, there's not much to do here since we're not working on songs at the moment, and... Noodle... It feels so empty without her... Ever since what happened just a month ago...

Murdoc released the El Mañana video. I think 2D was ready to punch him for that, but I stopped him. Sure, I wanted to do the same at first, but Murdoc would've killed 2D and it just really wasn't worth the fight.

Besides, I have this feeling that if Noodle really didn't want that video out, she'd come right back here as a ghost and throw things at him until he took it down.

Despite the depressing feelings I was experiencing, I managed a laugh. That hasn't happened in a while, so it was certainly welcomed.

Murdoc hasn't spoken to either of us much. I don't think he's too concerned with the band right now.

(2D's POV)

He released the video... What's wrong with Murdoc?! Clearly there must be something! And Russell and (Y/N) wouldn't back me up on that... I know they both probably hate me, but still...

I quietly got up from where I was sitting on my bedroom floor and walked to my bed, picking up the pillow and punching it a few times. I think I have a right to be angry... At myself, mostly, but I have to get it out and I still have enough bruises from Murdoc and I don't need to add to that. Because of my stupid mistakes, I lost my girlfriend, and my friends... Nobody will have any sympathy for me, and I can't really blame them.

My phone started ringing, and I groaned. What, someone preparing to yell at me just how much of an idiot I am? (Y/N)'s slightly creepy friend, maybe? But I guess I might as well check...

Wait...

Holy shit, it's (Y/N).

(Your POV)

I just had to call him. I don't think I want to try to get back our relationship, but... I don't know why, but I have to talk to him. Just one last time.

He picked up rather quickly, which surprised me since I expected him to just let it go to voicemail. As soon as he did, a tsunami of apologies flooded through the phone to me. "Stuart, listen," I interrupted, not wanting to hear it. "I get that you're sorry about what happened. But please, just... Stop that." "O-okay," he stutters. "Um... Why are yew calling...?" "W-well..." Crap, I'm not really clear on that myself. "I... Just wanted to... Uh, ask how you were doing, and-" "How do yew fink?" He asked. "I get it, yew wanna know just 'ow much of a wreck I am." "N-no, no, that's not it, I just... Oh, forget it... I just thought I should let you know that I'm moving to France in four months." "...W-wait, what?" "What I said. There's good work there. Thought you might want to know. Bye." I hung up. Apparently we can't even carry out a conversation now.