kids with guns // 2doc

Chapter Seven

August 8, 1995

Stuart's headache was pounding at his skull like a drill. He had felt like shit the entire day and seldom managed to sleep during the night.

The only reason he woke up the next morning was because he was starving. Yesterday, he had only had breakfast, which was only a cup of tea.

Not to mention he managed to go through at least 20 bottles of water, all brought up by Noodle. Besides liquids, he hadn't ate, and by God he was starving.

He sat up in bed rubbing his face. His head made him dizzy, but he managed to stand and stumble downstairs to the kitchen. He grabbed himself a piece of bread and put it into the toaster.

While he waited, he made himself tea.

The sun hadn't come out yet, but Stuart decided he wanted to sit outside anyways. He grabbed his plate of toast and cup of tea and headed to the back porch.

He hadn't noticed the porch swing until now but it was oddly comforting. He sat down placing his plate of toast next to him as he breathed in the cool, windy, damp morning air.

The sun started coming up on the opposite side of the house, and he enjoyed not having direct blinding sunlight.

Murdoc emerged shortly after that and went to the porch.

"Ya feelin any better blue bird?"

Stuart whipped his head around with a faint grin. "A lil' bi' I suppose."

Murdoc nodded but stayed quiet.

"Come si'down." Stuart offered moving his plate of toast.

Murdoc made his way over and plopped himself next to the bluenettte. Stuart offered him some of his tea and toast, to which Murdoc kindly refused.

"Stu, do you remember anythin' about bein' alive? Anythin' at all?" Murdoc turned to look at him.

Stuart shook his head, the only sound being emitted was the crunching of his toast.

"Do ya ever remember fallin' in love? I wish I remembered what that felt like sometimes. It's such a lovely feelin'."

Stuart nodded faintly. Murdoc was the last person he would expect to be talking about something like this. He related in a way though. He did remember what love felt like.

He also remembered he loved someone with great passion, but that person ended up leaving him for reasons he couldn't remember. The same person he hated for taking that person away from him, ended up supporting him through the entire heartbreak.

He couldn't remember names though. Let alone faces. He just vividly remembered the joy of love and melancholy of heartbreak. He never told Murdoc this though.

"If ya would have told me a while back, I'd catch feelings for a hooligan, I'd tell ya you were mad. I don't exactly know if it's feelin's or jus' carin' about em, but it's sure as hell somethin'."

"I kinda remember wuh luhv is like. I remember it hurtin but also bein this magicul feelin'. I like it a lot, but I haven' fel' it in a whyale."

Murdoc was quiet for a moment. He contemplated on being risky or keeping to himself. He chose the latter.

"So I was thinkin' if ya wanted to go up and play? Yuh don't gotta sing obviously, but jus' write or somethin'." Murdoc proposed standing up.

Stuart nodded and smiled his less than toothy grin. He drank the last couple drops of his tea and picked up his plate heading inside lead by Murdoc.