My Medicine | 2doc

seventeen | inside

!~WARNING, CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN CONENT NOT SUITABLE FOR SOME READERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK~!

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Murdoc decided against  interacting with 2-D for the rest of the day, as the singer was awfully embarrassed enough. If any progress or conversation was going to be made, the others had to be absent. He waited until he knew the others were asleep before barging into 2-D's room.

"Oi, D, wake up," Murdoc shook the man gently. He knew 2-D was a light sleeper.

"Wake me up when September ends," 2D mumbled and turned on his side, away from Murdoc.

"It's October, dumbass...September already ended, just get up, it's important."

2-D sighed at Murdoc's stupidity. Everyone knew that reference to some extent. Even though Murdoc wasn't into punk like 2-D, he was into rock n' roll. He should've been able to get it. How uncultured does someone have to be to-

"Stop day dreaming and get dressed, we're going out for a ride in the car."

2-D cocked his head like a confused puppy, but in the end,obeyed the man's orders. After about five minutes, they were out.

The night was pitch black, the headlights being the only source of illumination. No one was out at this time, besides the night shift workers. The city was silent. This sort of seriousness brought shivers down 2-D's spine. Murdoc continued driving silently. Based on every move he made, it was likely their destination was predetermined. The farther he drived, the less urbanized it seemed. Murdoc took a turn into a vacant parking lot surrounded by nothingness. He parked the car into a random spot.

"Why'd you take me out 'ere?" 2-D hesitantly asked.

"I just waned to talk to you... I sorta acted on impulse, I didn't think about what I said this morning before I said it. I really have been liking you for a long time, but I just don't know if it would work out if we got into something serious. We have support from Noodle and Russ, but how  do you think the fans would feel about it? People are disgusting. People are douche bags. People are penis faces. If we did get serious or something, it would probably be best kept as a secret. That's hard, if you actually think about it. I don't know if we'd be ready for that."

2-D looked at his toes, his eyes watering. He didn't think about it like that. He was embarrassed for expressing his feelings. Salty streams danced down his soft cheeks. Each drop took the last in its arms and waltzed down to his jaw, then his neck, hitting his collar bone. His nose sniffed, displeased. Snot began building up in his nose. More sniffing. More dancing.

"I'm not saying that I'm not willing to go through that for you." Murdoc unbuckled 2-D's seat belt as he spoke. He gently led the man onto his lap. The Man sat, his long legs bent, straddling the bassist in an awkward position. "You don't have to cry. We can do this if you want."

"I don' want -sniff- to force you inta anythin'." 2-D looked out the window, avoiding the face in front of him.

Murdoc took the man's wet cheek into the palm of his hand, wiping away the tears, softly, "I love you. I just want to make sure you're okay." He brought the man's face within an inch of his own,"I care about you, I know the community service sentence is over, but I still and always have, deep down, cared for you. I'm sorry about everything. I'm a piece of shit and I know I could blame my father for being such an awful role model, but it wouldn't make up for all the shit I've done." 2-D only nodded along, knowing that if he spoke, it would only end up being a mixture of voice cracks and sobs. The bassist smiled at the man in front of him and brought him into a warm hug. The man hugged back fiercely. "Would you grant me the pleasure of being your boyfriend?" Murdoc asked, his pulse instantly picking up tempo. His heart felt like a bee in a field of lavender. It began to hurt. His ears burning like they'd been thrown in hell. Suddenly movement. In his chest... not in, on? He looked down at the tangled mess of blue, it was moving. Side to side? Up and down? Murdoc studied its movements, his heart beating as fast as the tempo of Night on Bald Mountain now, intense and frightening. His fingers shook as he placed them on 2-D's head to try to feel the direction of it's movements.