L-O-V-E (2Doc)

December 1st, 2017:

2-D sat on his bedroom floor, curled up into a ball.
His phone screen faded to black, but he paid the vanishing image of his crush no mind- he was too busy recounting everything that had just happened...

He was lying in his bed, not bothering to cover himself up as he touched himself.
His phone showed very up close pornographic images of the singer's crush, who also happened to be his best mate.
God, what would Murdoc think if he saw this?
2-D was close, ready to burst as he moaned quietly, when suddenly:
"2-D, Russel told me to come and get yo-WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT?!!"

Noodle had barged in without knocking, a startling reminder that the door was unlocked, and saw exactly what 2-D was doing.
The singer dropped his phone on the floor from the shock and the haste to cover his quickly softening erection and tje device slid toward the Japanese guitarist.
The girl picked it up and saw what exactly 2-D was pulling himself off to...
"So..." She said mischieviously, "You have a thing for drunk, smelly pickles?"

2-D froze, fear paralyzing him as his eyes turned whiter than Russel's, something that only happened when he was depressed or on the verge of soiling himself from sheer horror.
"Er, j-jus' the one..." He croaked as he shivered, the cold of the room getting through his quickly diminishing body temperature, "N-Now, gimme my phone back!"
Noodle didn't budge.
"Why should I?" She asked, "I'm sure Murdoc would just love to know that his best friend touches himself to pictures of him... Maybe he ought to know-"
"NEWDULL, DON'T YEW FECKIN' DA'E!!!" 2-D almost screamed, his voice cracking as he reached out toward his bandmate.
Noodle smirked.
"Okay... One catch..." She giggled, "You have to tell Murdoc how you feel about him by Christmas. If you don't, then I'll tell him exactly what you've been doing with your spare time... Oh and, by the way, breakfast is ready."

With that, Noodle dropped the phone onto the singer's bed and skipped merrily out of the room, locking the door and shutting it behind her.
2-D tried to find a clean pair of pants, but instead dropped his phone on the floor again and culed up into a ball.
With how he was thoroughly afraid of how Murdoc would react, 2-D felt like he could never leave his room again, let alone tell the bassist how he felt toward him by Christmas.
He felt like Noodle telling him might be the better option.
'I reckon Mudz'll mu'der mey eitha' way,' He thought, 'I'd ratha die afta Christmas than befo'e...'

With that, he ran downstairs and scarfed down breakfast, running back to his room without encountering Murdoc...

Heyo! It's gonna be in 2-D's POV for most of the rest of the story, only switching to Murdoc's POV once or twice in short intervals or one or two chapters. Hijinks will ensue as 2-D struggles with ideas to tell Murdoc how he feels by Christmas...
I WROTE TWO YEARS AGO, AND WORKED DAMN HARD ON IT, SO I'D BETTER NOT SEE ANY NEGATIVITY OR TOXICITY!!!
*LOUD INHALE THROUGH MOUTH!!!*

Have a nice day, you guys! 😊
*Quietly laughing my happi buttocks off in the corner at the sudden 180°*