El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

Got Her Name Written Here In the Hose Tattoo

A/N - I bet you weren't expecting this.

Paula's POV

I lifted the cigarette up between my lips as I looked over the picture on mug phone, hearing the chatter of people around me in the spacious mall. It had been a while. And I was greeted by this. Couldn't I ever be loved? I was rejected ever since everyone found out, and if they knew the band, they would call me names. A slut, a bastard. A failure, a cheater. A whore. Just because I made one fatal mistake.

Then I saw the brat's picture on my phone, with my ex-boyfriend hugging her, and the man who had ruined my life hand's in the frame. I had happened to follow the person who had posted the picture, and she had put a comment under the picture with the girl's name. I was friends with her, Sherry was her name. A friendly blonde who really enjoyed dressing up and drama with boys. I had met her before.

And of course I knew the brat. Y/N. 2D has babysitters her many times before, and they were close. I knew she complained about me to him, and I think that's what was the final straw, the one that broke the camel's back. She was attached to him, always by his side. But then I would convince him to have more than a make-out session in the closet, and that fixed it all. I didn't do anything wrong. She was the one who did something wrong.

So, here I was, my hair dyed the nastiest color I could find, and myself a drug addict, not even being able to afford a home. I spent a few years in a mental hospital, pretended to get better, then finally got checked out. But life was worse than I remembered. And, now, here I was, slowly dying away in a mall with no money in my pocket, and having the resort to ask people for food.

I had a car. The Geep, actually. No one recognized it, but I didn't do anything to change it. I had changed myself, plastic surgery would do that to you. My hair was different, my mannerisms were different, I had made habits I wouldn't normally make. I was hooked on him. Every time I heard his songs, I knew that he was mine.

And I wasn't going to let anyone take him away from me. I had hatched a master plan. Bring the Geep back, win a spot in that house, act all nice, kick the brat out once I had enough power, then, when he had fallen in love with me, reveal that I was Paula all along. It was a very thought out plan, it was all I did in that mental hospital. And when you hit rock bottom, there is no place left to go but up.

So, I began to drive in the Geep, the only possession that I had other than the clothes on my back. I wasn't going there for revenge. I was going there for redemption.

No brat was going to stop me.

Y/N's POV

I woke up with a small yawn, sitting up in the bed. It had been a few weeks since we had gotten back to the house, and I had been getting more used to the routine. 2D, which I was more comfortable calling him at this point, didn't like to sleep alone, he said that it scared him. So, I offered to share his bed, which sounded bad when I thought about it. I had begged him, lying about how I was scared to sleep alone as well.

I wasn't scared to sleep alone. I just didn't like the dark. And 2D's room had absorbed light more than a goth kid on a summer's day. I would find in him weird positions, and most of the time he would be holding onto me. Not today, though. Today he had actually woken up before me. Probably to do his thing with his drugs and stuff. He knew I didn't like it wen he smoked, and even took pills, and he promised that he would try not to do it in front of me unless it was an emergency.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as I stretched, yawning, and standing up, avoiding the piles of his clothes that had accumulated over the few weeks. I used the basket, and he preferred the floor. I didn't really care all that much, but sometimes it would bug me and I would pick up the clothes even if I saw them back on the ground the next day. To be honest, I didn't know how they legally acquired this house, or if they even shouldn't have had it.

I opened the door, and peeked out, grabbing the rail as I skipped down the stairs, my hair up in a messy bun, and my bangs to the side of my face. I walked past Noodle's room, and Murdoc's room, which was open.Was he still avoiding me? Well, nobody except for Russell, who was still sleeping, seemed to be in their rooms. I continued to walk, becoming more confused as I gracefully stepped down the stairs, almost falling flat on my face as I missed the last step.

I was dizziness as I stumbled gassing the wall, and decided to make it like a spy movie as I peeked around the corner right as I heard noises coming from the living room. I slowly walked into view, rubbing my eyes as I yawned, and looked to see someone I hoped that I wouldn't have seen for a long time. Her teeth had gotten worse, she had her hair dyed a dark green, and she got a self-tan. Looked completely different, and exotic. Really pretty.

Except for her teeth.

It was Paula. I could tell right away as the smile on my face dropped, and I stood there awkwardly, looking back at 2D, who seemed to angrily be lounging on the couch, his hand covering his mouth as he looked out the window. Murdoc was happily chatting with her, himself looking happier than he did in weeks, and even a jovial smile went wrong his face every now and then.

I slowly walked over to 2D, and pulled on his arm, not talking. Murdoc's conversation died down as he saw me, and frowned, looking back at me. I avoided his gaze. If he was going to give me the silent treatment, then so be it. I was going to ignore him with every fiber of my body, and I didn't care at this point. I pulled him up, and he reluctantly followed, himself still frowning.

Then I dragged him to the kitchen, and I could hear Paula laughing at some joke she made, then Murdoc joining. I propped my chin up with my hand as we both sat at the stools that were at the counter of the kitchen island, and I sighed, my face going into the cold material of the counter.

"She has the stupid car. I hate that car," I could hear him say, and my eyes glanced over at him to see him shaking. He knew. He knew that that was Paula, he wasn't oblivious. Sure, he could be an airhead sometimes, but he had enough common knowledge to know that that was Paula. And I don't know what she was doing with Murdoc, but I could just hear laughing. It reminded me of school.

"I don't like her. Murdoc doesn't know who she is?" I questioned him, and he slowly nodded, messing with the set of car keys that were on the counter. He had been acting weird as well, and I didn't know why. Almost everyone ignored me, except Noodle at this point, but even she seemed a little sadder. And 2D has seemed less open, more closed up, and actually dressed up more times than not. I also found a bottle of cologne in his room, if that gives anything away.

"Murdoc should recognize her, that thieving bat. He stole her from me, my beautiful Paula. The person I had lived for a long while. He stole that." 2D groaned, and stretched his face as he looked at the designs of the car keys. He dragged his finger over the edge of the key, taking deep breaths.

"Look, she won't be here for long, okay? She will soon be on here way, and then we can have a party of our own. We don't need them to be in the cool kid's club." I retorted. It was difficult trying to make him feel better. But, he stopped what he was doing, and looked over at me, himself smiling at the same time.

"I would like that. And she can't stay here for that long, it's my house!" 2D suddenly gained confidence, almost as if he had gained this adrenaline from my smile. I nodded, and turned around to see Murdoc and Paula standing in the doorway, with Murdoc smiling like an idiot, and Paula sharing herself a small smirk.

"Y/N, this is my new girlfriend, Shelby. She brought back my car, and, in return, she will be staying with us for as long as she needs. In my room. After you, m'lady." Murdoc's expression was violent and malicious towards me, the first time he had talked to me in weeks. 2D's face went into full panic as he began to hyperventilate, then ran to his room, slamming the door shut a couple of seconds later.

Murdoc then guided her to his room, and sat there, dumbfounded, and partially hurt. I had thought for a second that he had liked me, maybe just a little bit. No, he must've hated me because I was a crybaby.

A loser.

A coward.

Someone who he couldn't get in time, so he settled for the next best thing. God, I could be so selfish sometimes. I came downstairs, hungry, and fully awake. But, now, I had lost my appetite as I stared at the counter, frowning to myself. I felt like I could fall asleep in a second, and that I was tired. So, I sluggishly moved, and began to walk down the stairs.

It was going to be a long couple of days.