A single letter can change your life

Chapter 1

"Dear Murdoc, It's me. Stewart. Well, 2D. Don't know how to go about this all, But. I love you, I love you so much that it hurts, you hurt, me. I must be crazy to be in love with you, is what you might be thinking. If you ever find this I bet you'd just hit me, or yell at me. But I don't fucking care."

2D sighed, his raven black eyes filling to the brim with tears. How could he be writing this for such a monster? a self centered, uncaring,  stinky monster. The blue haired male found himself clutching at the black shirt that covered his chest. pulling at the fabric nervously. he chewed at his thin, cracked bottom lip as he continued to write.

"You beat me, and yell at me, you make me feel like utter shit. But I still seem to find myself melting in your touch and gaze. you make me feel sick, yet at the thought of you I get all flustered and nervous, my heart pounds out of my chest just hearing your god forsaken voice. My feelings get all topsy turvy when I think of you.  I shouldn't feel this way for you, the one who's  ruined my life, and destroyed my relationship with paula. But I do, I'm here head over heels for a stinky bassist. " 

The singer let out a small chuckle, laughing at himself a bit. "how stupid can I possibly be?" He mumbled, his slender hands raising high up to run through greasy dark blue hair. he jerked up right when he heard a timid knock at his door. "toochie?" a small voice called. "Noodle?" he responded, his voice cracking a tad, which made the singer clear his throat. "J-jus'  a minute." 2D quickly scrambled to his feet, reaching forward to grab the small note he had been writing, pressing it against his chest with a shaky breath. he folded the note up and shoved it in the back pocket of his blue denim jeans, trudging his way through piles of crumpled up papers and dirty clothing.  The sleep deprived bluenette trampled to the door, wiping his teary eyes and undoing the endless amount of locks,chains and bolts. He looked around, then  down to be met with the gaze of his small and only friend, noodle.
ever since she was shipped to kong, she's been nothing but a powerful influence of happiness to the band. She's kept everyone happy and even put the green bassist in his place when he would come back home drunk and upset, or if he would start fights and or attack the poor singer. She was also an amazing person to talk to, she's been a shoulder to cry on for 2D despite their huge age difference. Noodle had always been smart, and very emotionally stable. making it easy for her to deal with a panicking, screaming or crying 2D.
"hey toochie!" The young girl chimed, her bangs parting slightly, allowing 2D to catch a glimpse of saffire blue eyeshadow that glimmered across her eyelids. "Dinners ready!" She shot a sweet smile at the taller male. 2D nodded with a small smile. "alrigh' noodle, thank ya. I'll be down in a bit." he managed to say in a slightly happy tone of voice. he watched as noodle let out a small giggle, skipping away downstairs. 

2D made his way downstairs, minding the few bits of trash that littered the steps. he skipped down 2 steps and landed on the messy tile floor of kong studio. His hollow sockets looking around as he trailed his way to the kitchen, stopping in his tracks at the sight he landed his eyes on. 
Murdoc, he was seated at the diner table. next to him sat Russell, and across from him was noodle. everyone was together, but he focused on the green satanist. Like if he was the only person alive. his longing gaze being interrupted by a spoon to the face and an immediate insult. "Hey face ache! what the absolute fuck are you starin' at?!" he yelled, a look of drunken anger crossing his sharp features. The singer whined in response,  his hands throwing up to cover his face in a panic to defend himself.

 Tears Began to sting the tall singers eyes, he took a deep breath in and kept him composure. breathing out to reply to the bassist. "n-nothing, I-I'm sorry mudz." he strolled his way to his seat, directly across murdoc. looking down at the steaming platter of takeout dinner, afraid to look up. he was afraid to be insulted by the person he loved, afraid to be hit with the hands he wished he could hold.  He felt his heart sink to the bottom of his chest, listening to the small talk Noodle was trying to start up. but soon the singer spaced out, his mind racing with thoughts he knew would never happen. his breathing  began to pick up, his cheeks and nose burning red as salty tears began to run down his bruised pale cheeks. after a few sniffles the crying singer got up, running off to retreat to his room. his band members stood flabbergasted at his sudden actions. they all looked at eachother, Russell and Noodle looking directly at murdoc to go resolve the problem. "Fuck both of you." The satanist hissed, slamming his large green hands down on the table, pushing himself up.                     

Loud crying could be heard from upstairs, screaming and things being thrown. The skinny singer wailed, sobbed and yelled. the anger and sadness that welled inside of him controlling his emotions and actions. His head hurt, his heart felt like it was being pulled out and stepped on by the one he loved, his enemy, his friend.  his captor, his crush. 2D jumped when he heard the footsteps of heavy heeled boots clanking against the tile hallway floors. his head snapped to look at his door way, frightened by the presence of the intimidating green male who stood there, his hands on his hips with an annoyed look on his face. 

"what the fuck is wrong you yo!!-" Murdoc was cut off mid sentence, dodging a shoe that was launched at him then a dirty shirt came hitting him in the face. 2D was now throwing anything near him at murdoc, he soon began to run out of things to throw as the bassist got closer and closer to him. the last thing he had to throw was in his back pocket. The helpless singer mustered up all of his courage, taking the love note he had written out of his pocket,  crumpling it up and chucking it at Murdoc with the last bit of strength he had. 2D curled up in the corner of his messy room, clutching a hand full of his tough blue hair listening to the sound of crumpling paper, and low mumbled of Murdoc's raspy voice reading the love note outloud. 

2D expected to get yelled at, spit on. he expected to be called slurs like. "Faggot" or  "fudge packer" But that's not what he got. He watched as murdoc got down and crawled over to him, getting closer, and closer until their lips were separated by the barest centimeter, he waited for 2D to move away, but he didn't. this encouraging the green bassist to  move forward the tiny last, infinitesimal, infinite distance. and covered 2D's lips with his own.

"I do love you, Blue Bird."