L-O-V-E (2Doc)

December 2nd:

*2-D's POV*
After eating breakfast, I only left my bed to use the toilet or to eat.

So it was now the next day and I was feeling a bit less reclusive, but I still sort of avoided Murdoc while I thought of how I was going to win him over.

Maybe use the time I had to butter him up before telling him? Maybe I should just let Noodle tell him, but then he would probably still kill me, so it was a lose-lose situation-

"2-D." Murdoc's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was 10:35 A.M. and I was making myself some peppermint tea when Murdoc had walked in.

"Y-yeah?" I asked.
"I said 'good morning,' you dolt." He growled.
"O-OH, uh, G-good mo'nin', Mu'doc!" I said quickly, grabbing my tea and making my way to the table.

Murdoc soon followed me, holding a cup of coffee.
"What's wrong, D?" He asked, "You only ever get like this when you're scared of me for some reason, and I know I haven't tried to kill you lately."
I started twiddling my fingers nervously, figuring I'd give him a hypothetical answer.

"W-Well..." I inhaled, "Dere's dis guy ah like an'... Well... N-Noodle caugh' mey... 'Relieving meself'... An' now she's sayin' if I don' tell the bloke 'ow ah feel by Christmas Day, den she'll do eht fo' mey..."
Murdoc sighed, dragging his hands down his face.
"Stuart," He said, "If you really like this... Bloke... Then just be open about it. Don't be ashamed of who you are, just walk up to him and ask him out. Be up front and honest with him about how you feel and if he doesn't feel the same, then there's nothing you can do about it and you should just forget about him because he doesn't deserve you."

If he was being honest, which I could tell he was, then his monologue showed that he actually did care about me to some extent. He ruffled my hair as he got up to go watch TV. I blushed, because let's face it... It was much better than a smack or a yank, right?
Later that day, Noodle told Murdoc and me to go to the store and buy some Christmas decorations, claiming that we needed to "Spend more time together."
I honestly wish the car ride was less awkward than it was, but Mudz and I just didn't feel like talking. I could tell he was in a bad mood, considering he was a Satanist on his way to buy decorations for Jesus Christ's birthday...

When we got there, he was looking for lights while I searched through the ornaments.
I figured we should get paints so Noodle and I could decorate the ornaments to our liking. Murdoc and I met back up at the check-out counter. I looked at all the different colored lights he got.
"Seizure warning, D." He joked, elbowing me gently in the ribs and chuckling.
I liked his normal laugh much more in comparison to his "Hwa-haw-haw" and "Hwah-wah-wow" noises. I swear, those are less "laughing" and more of a mating call! The girl at the check-out eyed us with a strange look on her face as she scanned the items.
This did not go unnoticed by Murdoc.
"Something funny, Miss?" He asked, his tone of voice a bit hostile.
"Well..." She said, her tone being quite bitchy, "Honestly, I thought gay marriage wasn't legal around here. I moved here to get my kids away from that noise."
Murdoc was pissed.
"Excuse me, I'll have you know that I, Murdoc Niccals, have shagged more women than you have in your contacts list," He growled, "And even though 2-D's got a crush on a bloke, he is the sweetest, kindest man you will ever know. Now would you kindly stop berating us and check us out so we can get the fuck out of here, because we've got a grown daughter waiting for these decorations."
The woman had a look on her face like "Oh HELL naw!" and spat another insult.
"How dare you cuss at me?" She said through clenched teeth, "I was just stating my opinion, and I am allowed to do so! Even if he's sweet, he's still going to Hell! Homosexualism is a scourge on the face of this once glorious planet that needs to be wiped out!"
"WELL I'LL SEE YOU THERE, YOU CLOSED-MINDED CUNT!!!" I shouted, having enough of her bullshit.
Murdoc looked back at me with shock clearly defined on his face.
The lady didn't say anything else, just checked us out and let us leave. Murdoc and I got back in the car and began to drive home.

He turned on the radio and it played a song called "Just a Gigolo (I Ain't Got Nobody)" by David Lee Roth. Murdoc smiled, singing along. I happened to like the song enough to sing with him.
When we got home, Noodle was waiting at the door.
"Hey guys! Did ya get everything on the list?" She greeted.
"Yeah, sure, here." Murdoc said, dropping the bag in her arms and walking away, still humming.
Noodle wiggled her eyebrows at me.
"No, I didn't tell him." I sighed.
She frowned at that.
"When?" She asked.
"Not yet!" I cried, throwing my arms up and walking away.

At dinner that night, Noodle and I both had paint underneath our nails.
"Did y'all wash your hands?" Russel, the ultimate man-mum, asked.
We didn't reply, just rushed to rinse our hands in the kitchen.
"With soap?" He spoke up again, his voice dripping with motherly sass.
We got up again and rush washed our hands with dish soap.
"Did you dry them?"
😠
I dried my hands off on my shirt while Noodle got up again and dried her hands on a dish towel.
I took a bite of my salad-WAIT...
"WHAT?!!" I shrieked, "IS DIS ALL VEGETABLE?!!"
Noodle burst out laughing.
Apparently, we had re-enacted a "Tic-Tac" or whatever she called it... Eh... Sounds like a cruddy replacement for Vine.
Nice try, but f*ck that noise. *Raspberry*
I went to bed that night and dreamed about Murdoc...