My Medicine | 2doc

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"Oi, D, what's your favourite song? Like, I know what bands you like and stuff but what's your favourite song?"

Annoyed, 2-D rolled over to face the green man. "I don' know, it's hard ta remember specific song names 'nd tunes," 2-D answered.

"Welll, how do you play music then, if you can't remember tunes?"

"My hands seem ta remember. I sorta do it unconsciously"
"That's cool, I don't think I can do that. Easy lines like feel good I remember like riding a bike, but other stuff I have to look over the notes in order to remember it. I guess maybe it's cuz I'm old but yeah... come to think of it, i never learned to ride a bike. I was out misbehaving instead of being a kid," Murdoc leaned his head back against the wall and chuckled.

2-D raised his eyebrows and looked at the floor. Murdoc had complimented him and revealed something personal. He never did that sort of thing. He usually used compliments as a way to bully him. He'd say something like, 'you have a nice voice, but you're gonna have to actually USE IT, dullard'. This time it was a kind, face-to-face, compliment.

"Why're you smiling?" Murdoc gasped, over dramatically, "Are ya laughing at me?! I'll have you know that I was way more cool than any of the kids who could ride bikes! Little me in my overalls, I was the king of the playground! Everyone would cower in the sight of lil' Mudz!" Murdoc giggled like a little girl, "Heck, I bet I was even cooler than you and yer pretty hair. Lil' Mudz had the freshest bowl cut in town!"

2-D couldn't help but squeak, as he tried to suppress his laughter. What was up with Murdoc?

"My hair's not pretty, it got me inta a lot of trouble at formal events" 2-D blew a blue strand out of his face.

"That sucks. I just don't go to formal shit. Unless I absolutely have to.. the people there are fake. I mean, look at them, all dressed up in stuff they'd never wear, pounds of makeup covering up who they really are, acting like mature, responsible adults. I don't last long... that's what she said. Either way I'd love to have such pretty hair" Murdoc actually said something deep for once, to the person he'd least likely have an actual conversation with. Seriously, where's the real Murdoc?

2-D nodded, dismissing the dirty joke.

"Can I touch it, your hair?" Murdoc begged.

"Oh, yeah, I guess"

Murdoc got closer to reach the blue hair. Carefully he ran his fingers through chunks of it. "It's sooo soft" Murdoc smiled from ear to ear as he inhaled it's scent. "How do you get it to smell so good?" Murdoc continued to play with 2-D's hair, twirling it in his fingers. "I wash it" 2-D awkwardly answered. He was fine with him touching his hair, people asked to all the time, but Murdoc was acting too nice.

"Er- are ya alright Murdoc, like, uh, you usually hate bein' 'round me?" 2-D questioned.

Murdoc backed away, realizing he was going too far. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose you again. We need you in the band, I thought if I was nicer.." Murdoc had a hard time understanding peoples' boundaries and feelings. He always dismissed his own emotions, as well as others. He never took a moment to think about how his actions would impact others and himself. It explains why he was always getting into trouble, even at this age.

"Oh," 2-D looked disappointed, "So you're jus' sayin' that stuff ta be nice?.. You don't have ta lie to me. If you're that desperate, I don' really care. I'll stay. I've got nothing better to do. I mean, you did sorta ruin the life I had before Gorillaz sooo."

Once again, oblivious to the singer's feelings, Murdoc grinned, "I knew you couldn't leave us! Oh, faceache, Noodle will be so happy to have you back!"

"Yeah, whatever.."

-

When the day had arrived, 2-D kept true to his word. As soon as he left the place, he opened his phone and called Russel.

"'Ello?"

"Holy shit, hey Noodle guess who's on the phone?!"

2-D could hear movement on the other end

"Hi Toochie! It's me Noodle! I love you so much and I missed you so much.. Are your coming home?! Please say yes, cuz we're still best friends right?"

"Uh, yeah, can ya put Russ on the phone?"

More movement.

"Sorry the girl's got a strong grip. Anyways, what do ya need, D?"

"Pick me up? I'm at the county jail- don' ask.."

"Alright, we'll be over"

-this is a shitty chapter, I'm trying to undo the damage I've done, cHilL-

Solitary, without a sign of overcrowding. I chose. Yes, I explained and reassured before I returned to my old ways. This month, this week, it's over. Time flies, even when you're not having fun. I'm fine with it. Time feels faster as it goes by. Almost as if every second is crisper than the last. I don't understand it. I don't understand a lot of things. Feelings are hard to understand, even when they're your own. I hate my mind. Why does it got to be so confusing. I hate having certain thoughts cross my mind. Certain questions.. Why do I feel depression physically in my chest, if depression is mental? Why is that depressed feeling similar to the feeling of an orgasm? How I hate when my mind thinks these things. I can't shake it off. How come the feeling of orgasm is desired but the feeling of depression isn't if the sensations are similar? Why does my mind drift in all these directions if I always reach the same destination? The bloody destination. I hate it. It's more confusing than my mind. Maybe I'm the one making this confusing. Damnit. Get out of my head. Why am I here? Why does he care? Why do I still care? Damnit. Why won't I let him leave me alone? He's everywhere I look. I wonder. What if.. No. No. No. No. N. O. I'm not. No. I've got more pride than that. No one would care. They'd see me as weak. He'd see me as weak. I'm weak. They don't need to know. They don't need to know what's keeping me up. But, I haven't tasted- no. No. What if I distract myself. Distract  my lips, my tongue, my hands, mmm I'm not allowed to desire that. But Damnit. It's at my fingertips, most of the time.  Weak. It's weak. No. It's wrong. Unnatural. Frowned upon. I'm stupid. Damn my mind. Damn my thoughts. Damn my feelings. I wanna be numb. I don't want to feel dehydrated when I get a glimpse of the feeling. I need time to fly faster. Just for a little while. I need a relief. In the meantime, these will do.

2-D looked at the palm of his hand. Damn everything.

He took in more than prescribed.

Temporary relief.

Stop the thoughts.

Author's note:

Rip pickle daddy 2k18

Can I commit despacito yet?

Song: Bitter Fuck - Joji