Cuz' I'm so fuckin' scared
2D POV
I woke up with a migraine-- but not my average morning-migraine. It was a toxic mixture if my morning migraine AND a hangover migraine I groaned in pain, tears building up in my eyes. I slowly turned and faced my alarm clock, checking the time 1:52 PM it read. I slept in really late, I should get up. Besides, I need to get some painkillers. I slowly sat up, gripping my hair tightly. I began to cry silently, shoulders shaking. I slowly stood up, my long legs trembling slightly. Just I was about to reach the door, a curious looking murdoc peeked his head in "well, good evening to you" murdoc muttered, emphasizing the word 'evening' "h-hi mudz" I replied. Though my voice was barely a whisper, it still caused my head to throb with every syllable. I groped my head, squeezing a fistful of my blue, slightly greasy- yet still somehow soft- hair. A single tear slipped down my cheek. I looked back up where murdoc was, but now he was gone. 'Hm' I thought 'must've not heard him leave through my throbbing migraine' I shrugged, slowly making my way down the hall to the kitchen.
MURDOCC POV
I groaned, sitting up from my springy, stained mattress, stretching my back and stretching. I sat there for a minute, looking around my Winnebago, as last nights memories came flooding back to me. I sighed, getting up out of my bed, and throwing on a black tee and some jeans, making my way out of my Winnebago and towards 2D's room on my way, I cane across russel helping noodle with lunch. "Yo murdoc" russel called. I cringed, "fuck" I whispered. "Yes?" I turned around, forcing an "obviously-sarcastic-smile" on my face. #cam you go go get toochi?" Noodle sweetly replied, cutting off russel. "Sure" I responded, my smile dropping as soon as my back turned to face them. I speedily walked up the stairs, oddly happy to see that dullards face. When I reached the top of the stairs, my pace slowed, and I pushed away that happy feeling is my stomach. I approached 2D's door, pressing my ear against the cold wood, listening. I heard some shuffling, followed by soft sobs and sniffles. I quietly gasped, detaching my ear from the door. I quietly opened the door, slowly peeking my head in. When I peeked my head I'm I was immediately met with 2D's tired, sad black eyes about 6 or 7 inches away. I cleared my throat. "Well," I started, getting my 'mean guy' act on. "Good evening to you" I muttered, though I, too, just woke up. He flinched. Probably his morning migraine. "H-hi mudz" he just barely whispered, grabbing a good fistful of his hair and pulling slightly. When I saw a tear slide down his face, I took that as my que to leave. I quickly- but quietly- closed the door and made my way down the stairs. The amount of empathy I had for the poor boy was infinite, never ending. I felt so bad for him, and what I've done to him.. But I act like I don't care, because I'm so fucking scared, scared of these feelings. I sighed, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat "where's toochie?" A confused noodle asked. "He's coming." I mumbled.
I can't keep doing this. I need to tell him.
A/N
y'all... I am so sorry for not updating ive just been so stressed.. My grades are failing, my family is fighting more, and I recently relapsed.. But I'll try to update as much as I can! <3 btw, TYSM FOR 1K READSSSS
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