Nothing More

Chapter 3

...It all happened so slow. His mask falling down revealing non other than the infamous Murdoc Niccals...

"Hell-shit" I hear him mutter as his nose starts to bleed out. My eyes widen as I see one of my idols right I front of me.

"Oh. My. Fucking. God. This. Isn't. Real..." i slowly say. He grunts angrily "Well it is luv, it fucking is..." he hissed out.

"I just punched Murdoc Niccals right on his already broken nose...THIS IS A DREAM. NOW I'M REALLY STARTING TO THINK THAT I'M ON DRUGS OR IN A COMA" I yell out.

"Can you shut the fuck up and help out?!?" He yelled back at me. I'm still dazzled about this that I stay frozen, analyzing what just happened. "Um hello? Earth to some crazy-ass fan?!" He said again knocking my senses back.

"Oh-oh you're hurt!" I said. "Yeah no shit" he said. "I'm sorry. I'll go grab some toilet paper..." I mutter embarrassed of what I just did. You are so stupid (Y/N). You just fucking punched your idol. No wonder his voice sounded so familiar...again, very stupid of me. I thought in my head as I cleaned the floor that was now filled with Murdoc's blood.

I then continue, or try to wipe his nose but he snatches the toilet paper out of my hands before I got the chance to.

"Hey! I'm not a crazy-ass fan! I have a name you know?" I said semi-angry. "Yeah well what is it. I'll probably forget it anyway..." he muttered that last part.

"It's (Y/N)..." I say. "Charming. Don't care. Moving on..." he said. "B-but what happened to um...Russel 2D Noodle...?" I looked back at him. He couldn't really put the words together.

"They uh. They be takin' a break y'know. Goi'n discovering themselves more or somethi'n like that" he said a little mad.

"Ooh ok" I say. "I'm so glad I finally met you...well technically I met you before...but personally meeting you!"

"Let me guess...you went to the concert two nights ago right?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah, your band is so amazing. I mean I personally think it's amazing!" I say.

"Well too bad! The band is separated okay!" He spat out. "Jeez...didn't you say they were on a break or something like that?" I ask.

"No they all left. The band literally broke okay!!!??? Happy!!!???" He said. I looked at him a little shocked. He seems sad by the band separating.

"Sorry for asking..." I quietly mutter.

Things became a little awkward for the both of us. Until he broke the silence.

"Uh yeah...do you wanna. Start over?" He asked. I looked at him. "Whatever" I shrugged.

"Fuck it! Hi I'm Murdoc Niccals. And you are...?" he sighed, "And you are...?" Silence filled the room, "Go on. Introduce yourself." He whispered demandingly. I roll my eyes, "(Y/N)
(L/N), it's very nice to meet you..." I say grabbing his arm roughly and shaking it.

"So what do you like, dream about being in the future?" He asked. I chuckled "this is so stupid-" "No, no keep going. If we're going to be roomies, might as well get to know each other"

Again, I groan. "Well I like music and books so I aspire to be a musician like you" I say. "Magnificent" he said.

Is he for real? "SOooo Murdoc? What do you like...since your dream technically came true..." I asked.

"Well I like a good bottle of Whiskey, I like to smoke, I like ladies and sex..." he trailed off licking his lips. "Ohh boy I missed the sex..." he said.

I quickly change the subject. "HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR DRINKS?" I ask-shout at him. He got surprised at the sudden question.

"Well I like my cups big and uh I once tasted a 'sangria' oh yeah I really liked those... I like when people put some salt around the rim, gives it a li'l spice y'know?" He said.

"Wait...what is a 'sangri-whatever'?" I asked confused. Murdoc eyes widened. "How can this- You- you've never tasted a 'sangria'???" He asked pretending to be offended.

"No I have never..." I say. "I'm so taking you to get one..." he half-muttered that to himself. I chuckled.

"Well Murdoc, why are we in L.A? What are you, of all people here?" I ask.

"Well I had to outrun the police with my bus-submarine-" "still don't believe that bullshit" I interrupted, "Shut it I'm talking. Maybe start a new band. I don't know...maybe make some music on my own before I reunite with my band or create a new one..."

"You're so naive" I said. He looked at me, "ya think?" He said. I went outside to climb on the bus.

I laid on the roof, looking up at the stars. I'm still bummed about this whole thing about me on the other side of the world, without any knowledge of this place I really won't get that far.

But look on the bright side...destiny brought you to a famous bassist, Murdoc Niccals....I sigh through my words. But he apologized me...and I treated him like shit. It was pretty much uncalled for. I wasn't his fault. I was the one asleep.

My thoughts get interrupted by the footsteps of someone making his way to climb up with you as well. "Hey (y/n)" he said.

"You remembered!" I say clapping my hands as if I were his mom teaching him names.

"Yeah, yeah, I only did that so that you could shut up 'bout it" he said.

I giggle a little. But then my smile turns into a frown. "Listen, Murdoc...I'm sorry for not accepting your apology...you are right about this whole thing being uncalled for...I should have just accepted it..." I said.

Murdoc looks at me in confusion. "No I'm sorry I got you into this mess!" He said chuckling a little.

I stretch my arm out n front of him. "Friends?" I ask. Murdoc hesitated but then he grabbed hold of your hand soft and nice.

"Friends"