El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

Lord, I'm Fine, I Think

So, I kind of ditched Sherry as she settled for a groupie, taking him back to her van. I had grabbed my guitar when I saw them walking over, and we didn't say anything, but just kind of nodded at each other. We knew what was happening, she had seen my whole breakdown, and didn't even say goodbye. She was probably going to go through all of my stuff. I should give her credit, though. She was extremely nice, and I hope she hooked up with Randy. But now, I was on my own mission.

It was weird staying next to Stuart all night, watching what he did, and him kind of just lazily draping am arm around me, or lightly holding onto my wrist as he toted me around. I didn't mind it, it was kind of relaxing having someone help you. He didn't make me talk to anyone, and talked to people for me. It was different from what my mother used to make me do.

She used to make me talk to people. She would grab my wrist tightly so that it left marks, and just smile, pointing out all of my critiques. One day it would be about my posture, the other about the clothes I was wearing. I was a little cautious around Stuart, not sure what he was going to do, but he just let me stand there. Didn't force me to talk to anyone, or even make it look like I was his possession. No, he guided me around like a friend would.

So, when it was finally time to leave this place and go back to his house, I was almost ecstatic. New house, new feelings. And I had a feeling that was gathering in the pit of my stomach that it was going to be wonderful. The ride home in a black car was anything but comfortable. It felt awkward as I was glued to Stuart's side, him holding me close to him, almost as if he didn't trust his band mates around me. I didn't mind, I had missed him, and he was someone I had trusted more than anyone here.

There was some light chatter in the car we took, with a large black man at the wheel. He had white eyes, unliked Stuart's now black ones, and was wearing an orange shirt with baggy jeans, his head bald. His name was Russell, as I had heard from the conversation, with me sitting there, my legs together, and eyeliner stained on my cheeks. The next was Noodle, who was in the passenger seat next to Russell, talking happily with him, and her legs kicked up on the dashboard, the light sounds of music wafting through the car's speakers.

Noodle was pretty, and really knew how to make herself look pretty. Light blue eyeshadow, eyeliner that made her seem dangerous, and a nude-colored lipstick stuck on her lips. Her hair was clipped back with Bobby pins, but not up, so that you could see her face. She was wearing a leather shirt that had showed her belly button, dark grey capris, and boots, her striped stockings visible through the rips in the capris, and covering up her legs.

And, finally, there was Murdoc, who had talked the most, and was the most grumpy. Stuart purposely put him away from me, so he sat behind Noodle, and I sat behind Russel, with Stuart in the middle. Murdoc had his arms crossed as he slumped forward, grumbling under his breath, and smoking in the car, like my mom did when she was angry. I hated it, the smell was terrible, and no one had bothered to open a window.

"Fucking blue-haired dumbass....." I heard him mumble loud enough, and looked the other way, Stuart looking down at his lap, then back at me. I rose my eyebrows, then stuck my tongue out at him. That seemed to lift his spirits a little bit because he stuck his tongue out as well, crossing his eyes. Murdoc scowled even more, hiding in his cape as he pushed Stuart closer to me with his legs. I would have to ask Stuart if he had always done this.

"You haven't been to a hotel yet, have you, monkey?" He asked me before ruffling up my hair, which had already gotten ruined in my breakdown. Truth was, I had never been to a hotel. We didn't have time for luxuries like that. It was studying, piano, studying, guitar, studying, work. Everything I didn't want to do. Well, I was okay with guitar, but that was it. It did make me happy when he called me monkey. Not only did he say it weird, like it was awkward for his mouth, but it made me think of happier times.

"Never have I ever been in a hotel. We were too busy for vacations." I responded, my hands moving to rest in my lap. He tightened his grip on me as he looked ahead, Murdoc stirring a tad bit. I leaned into him, the conversation over just like it had began. Maybe I could fall asleep, and then be back in the place where I had longed to be. I could feel him shift as I leaned onto him, almost as if he was uncomfortable with me doing so, but willing to make it more comfortable for me.

I slowly closed my eyes, the sounds of the music and talking become muddy, and mixed together, my vision becoming blurry. I could feel my brain turning off as I dreamed. Dreamed of something that wasn't as perfect as this. For the first time in a while, I could say I was safe. I felt safe in his arms, and I was glad to have my friend back.

Murdoc's POV

Bloody hell. It hadn't even been a half hour, and she had already fallen asleep, that lazy girl. She would dare to fall asleep in the presence of someone like me? Maybe I should've have brought her blonde friend along. She seemed like she was down for a good time, and she would probably be talking my ear off, like any other person who was in this car with me. I was surprised fuck-face was this quiet as he coddled her, treated her like a baby.

No, I wasn't jealous. Not of him. No way. I didn't want that naive, stupid girl sleeping on me as I had myself a pity party. Out of spite, I had even smoked in the car, even when I could hear her weak coughs. No, I didn't care. There was no way that I felt an ounce of remorse.

Me, in denial? Never. I didn't think she was cute, or adorable, and I didn't want to hug her. Her snores were quiet, and like that as a child's, and she did have a youthful innocence prancing about her. But there was not room for another person in the house. I made the rules. 2D should've known that at this point. But, here he was, inviting strangers into the house without asking for permission. I didn't even ask about their relationship. He was probably going to screw her tonight. Funny, it was usually me bringing the ladies to the hotel buildings, and then waking the band early in the morning to ditch them.

I didn't fall asleep, in case you were wondering. Someone like me only sleeps in the day, so I could avoid that bastard in the sky. I preferred the night much better. Times when rockers banged, ladies were at their finest. No, I wasn't kidding. Do you think I am kidding?

You know what, maybe I will rest my eyes for a while. Get that stupid girl out of my brain, even though I am probably going to see her more than I would want to.