idfc; 2doc

4. (pt 2) you're slurrin' All your words

•not makin' any sense•

Murdoc POV

I haven't heard from face ache since this morning.. I shook my head, not wanting to think about the previous events of this morning. I wanted to repress those feelings of guilt and self humiliation. I bet he's always wondering why him. I, too ask myself this. You know why. I told myself. I shook my head again, more violently, as if it were actually helping with anything. I Hopped out of my bed, throwing on a random shirt on, and opened my door, yawning and stretching. I walked down the long hallway to my singers room. I knocked on the door, not too hard, but exactly softly either. "Stu..?" I asked, clearing my throat. No reply. Damn. He must be pretty upset.. "I wanted to uh.." I coughed slightly. "Talk" still no reply. Slightly worried now, I slowly turned the handle and walked inside, switching the lights on. My eyes scanned the room frantically. My eye twitched, the anxiety I was experiencing somewhat morphed into a toxic mix of anger and fear. "Wheah' is m' bloody singer" I half yelled. I turned around, walking out of the empty room, and marched down stairs to the living room. I looked around, my eyes searching for my precious blue haired singer. More scared than angry, I pulled out my phone, dialling Stu while heading to the kitchen where Russell sat, reading some sort of book. Put the phone up to my ear. It was ringing. It rang and rang until I hit voice mail. I growled, hanging up the phone, only to call it again. Russell directed his attention toward me, raising an eyebrow. I called him eight or nine times and no answer. "Whea' is that dullard!? Its-" I checked the time "-10:34!" Russell rolled his eyes. "..and?" I huffed. "Piss off" Russell growled, but soon after smirked "aw," he fake-pouted his lip "does someone have have a cwushy-wushy?" He began making kissing noises. My face flushed-- with anger, of course. (Mhmm ;;)) i rolled my eyes.I would have punched russel, or throw something, at the very least, but I have a missing singer I need to find. My missing singer. "Well, all there is to do is wait till he comes back. He is an adult, after all." I wanted to protest, but I couldn't. Rus was right. I sighed, going into the living room and plopped on the couch.

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I began to really worry. It was now 12:17 and 2D Still isn't home. Me and Russell were sitting on the couch watching some flick, waiting for 2D "Russell I want m' fuckin' singeh' m' tired o' waitin' " I said, my voice escalading. Russell opened his mouth to say something, but just as he did, the door swung open, and a very, very, intoxicated 2D came stumbling through it. He didn't look too good. I stood up, looking him up and down "WHEA' IN THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU been" I shout, clenching my fists. "Shu' th' fuck up y'not me mum" he drunkenly slurred, walking past me. Russell awkwardly coughed, walking out of the living room. I turned to look at him. He paused. "Be easy on him, Murdoc. Don't hit him" he said, looking nervous. he slowly entered his room. I turned to 2D, who was way closer than he was a minute ago. "2D whot the hell are you doin', y' bloke" he mumbled something I couldn't understand. "Whot?" I asked, slightly annoyed. He looked angry now. He started yelling slurs and all this rubbish. Then, out of nowhere he started crying. He fell into my chest, sobbing. I hesitantly put my arms around him, but only for them to be pushed away. He pushed hi!self out of my chest, still crying "y 'don't CARE" he yelled, pushing off of my chest. "Y'COULD CA' LESS IF I DIED" he sobbed, pushing me, and stumbling back. I was speechless. A tear zipped down his face, he quickly wiped it away. He was a trunk, clumsy, hiccupping mess. "I'd be better off dead..." He slurred, drunkenly. My eyes widened. I couldnt believe that i did this to him. Hes so broken, and its my fault. I grabbed him, quickly pulling him in my chest. "none of that is true, stu" my eyes began to sting, the tears threatening to spill. "B-bu-" I shushed him, petting (OOF tHAT AUTOCORRECTED TO 'PEGGING IM--) his head. He looked up at me, his nose bumping against mine. I sighed, closing my eyes. "I wish I could take it all back.." I whispered, almost inaudibility. A tear rolled down my cheek. I opened my eyes, and gazed into his coal black ones.  Without warning, 2D drunkenly pressed his lips against mine. I was shocked, but quickly returned the kiss. His mouth tasted of strong alcohol and cigarette smoke, but it somehow tasted good. And his lips, don't get me started. They were rough, but at the same time soft, and cool. Kissing Stuart was just as good as all those fantasies, but better. 2D wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss. I threaded my fingers through his messy, sky blue hair, tugging lightly. He pressed his body against mine, accidentally rubbing his crotch against my stomach. He whimpered, softly (not in pain ;)) as much as I wanted it to continue, I had to put a stop to this, before it turned into somethimg that a sober faceache would regret. I quickly pulled away, grabbing his shoulders. he whined, his eyes shooting open. "Y'need some rest, dents. C'mon, let's get you t'bed" i said softly, loosening my grip on his shoulders. 2D shook his head, pouting. I sighed. So we have to do it the hard way. I stood up, brushing off my knees and
Looking down at the intoxicated 2D. I picked him up bridal style, carrying him to his room. He was squirming around the whole time. We finally approached his door. I kicked it open, walking over to his bed and gently laying him down. I pulled the blanket over his thin frame. He fought it, at first, but he soon relaxed. I leaned down, hesitantly kissing his forehead. I walked out, gently closing the door, and heading to my wennibego (srry, can't spell)

Oof I'm sorry about the late upload, yesterday was me and my bf's 6 month anniversary, and I spent the day with him❤😋 sidenote; ayee 1088 words. any suggestions for chapters?