El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

I'll Follow You Until You Like-Like Me, Pepperoni

Murdoc's POV

"Like the legends of the phoenix. All ends with beginnings. What keeps the planet spinning. The force of love beginning." I yelled, and sang, as I stumbled up the stairs, my feet pounding against the wooden steps, and myself running into the wall next to me multiple times. A bottle of Fireball was in my hands, the second bottle I had today since I've been home.

Ah, home. My favorite place in the world. I have control of home. I have privacy at home. I don't have to sleep in an awful motel because we were at concert. That was our last tour, our last hurrah. Until we made another album. Then, we would have to do it all again. Sure, I loved the publicity, the girls flashing me, not the police flashing their flashlights in my eyes. I can pull the 'I'm famous' card anywhere we go.

"We've come too far to give who we are. So let's raise the bar and our cups to the stars." I knew where I was headed. My mind had seemed blurred if it could've been, and my eyesight doubled, a slight buzzing moving trough my ears, but I ignored it as I took another sip of the burning whiskey. I walked past Russell's room, and on 2D's door. 2D has left around an hour ago to meet up with our manager about something or other.

I knocked on 2D's door, it swinging open to reveal her. She had cleaned the whole room. Faceache was a pig when it came to that stuff, cleaning and junk. And she had managed to do the impossible. She gathered all of the cleaning supplies, and make his room look decent. She was sitting upright on the bed, reading one of Noodle's book about human life or whatever.

She slowly looked up. Her eyes had a childish gleam to them as they glanced up, her mouth in a thin line, and herself blinking, not saying a word. She had put on new clothes, her clothes in the bag against a wall. She slowly placed the bookmark back in the book, opened her mouth to say something, then stopped. Fear laced her vision, I could almost smell it as I awkwardly leaned shading the door, no doubt with an intimidating sneer.

"Let me serenade you." I exclaimed to her, my voice having a flirtatious edge over it. Her eye twitched as she grabbed the book, and stood up off of the bed, brushing herself off. She nervously held the book up to her chest, and covered her mouth and nose as she walked past me, moving under my arm, and closing the door. Her eyes looked up at me for a second as she stayed still, then she began to walk off.

She was difficult. I could crack her shell. If it meant I had to be nice, then I would. Wait, why? Why was I attracted to her, she had seemed like a mute at this point as I grabbed her wrist, holding her from walking away. She moved her other hand down to her waist, the book still in that hand as she turned around, not looking at me. I didn't know why, but I wanted her. I lusted after her. No, I was drunk. That was why. I wasn't jealous. I was drunk. She would become a second Noodle, and I wouldn't do that to Noodle. I couldn't.

"Well, it all depends on what song. I'm super enthusiastic about the song called, 'I'm Going To Apologize For Being a Butt', but, you know, you aren't manly enough to sing that song." She suddenly sassed me as she tugged on her wrist, trying to get away from my grasp. I didn't know why. I was more confused, but I began to sing.

"I was a butt. A big butt, Nicki Minaj style. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I was confused. And sober. I learned I'm not nice when I sober. I apologize." I tried my best to sing, using my voice seriously. I hadn't done that in years. A smile entered her face as her eyes lit up, small giggles erupting from her mouth. I let go of her wrist.

"You are a funny man, you know that? A butt, but a funny man." She mumbled as she began to walk down the stairs, and took one look back as she stopped, her facial features softened. I stood there like an idiot, dropping the bottle that was in my hands, and my mouth hanging open. She was about to move before she said the last thing.