L-O-V-E (2Doc)

December 19th:

I woke up that morning in Murdoc's arms, him still wearing his footy pajamas.
I looked at him and thought:
"I have lost all respect for this man... Meh, I love him anyways..."
I smiled.

He began to stir, awakening from his slumber slowly.
He looked at me, still half asleep, and smiled.
He began to blush as he gained awareness of his surroundings and noticed he was still dressed as a cute little T-Rex.

My phone dinged, claiming that a Twitter post got about 15 million likes and we got fifty-some-odd new followers.
I clicked on it and nearly swallowed my tongue at the post-

It was a photo of me and Murdoc cuddling in our onesies.
"NEWDULL, HOW COULD YOU SNAP A PHOTO A MEY AN' MU'DOC AN' PUT EHT ON TWITTA?!!" I screamed loud enough to shake the studio, "YEW COME 'ERE DIS INSTANT, YOUNG LADY!!!"

I heard Noodle's footsteps quickly retreating.
I got up and ran after her, even though I knew she could whoop my ass in a heartbeat...

Later that day, we convinced everyone that it was a prank and that Murdoc and I were drunk off our asses when that picture was taken, but Noodle did not escape justice!

"No dinner for a thousand years!" Murdoc growled.
"O-One... Thousand...?!" Noodle whimpered, sounding like she was about to cry.
"You deliberately embarrassed 2-D and Murdoc," Russel scolded.
I piped up.
"An' now we've got no choice but to punish yew!" I added, "No T.V. for a week!"
Murdoc grabbed a shovel out of nowhere.
"Now we're gonna bury you in the ground until you've learned your lesson!" He growled.
Noodle held her hands in front of her fearfully.
"Wait!" She cried, "That's not how grounding works!"
"Relax," I said, "We're no' gonna bury yew alive or starve yew, but we will take away ya video games for a yea'."
"Nooooooo!" She cried at the ceiling, falling to her knees.
"Newdull..." I sighed, "We're only doin' this because we luv yew..."
Murdoc nodded.
"We need to set you on the path to success," He added, "Like real parents... Only better."
Russel huffed, crossing his his arms.
"Noodle, discipline is an important factor of raisin' a child." He explained further, "In order to set a child on the right path, you need to teach them what's right and what's wrong, and that there are consequences for everything they do wrong in life. Murdoc, for example, was never disciplined, nor was his dad apparently."
Murdoc glared at Russel.
"I was disciplined!" He cried, "Every damn day, no matter what I did! Dad always beat the shit out of me when I pissed him off."
Russel facepalmed.
"Mudz, that's not discipline, that's child abuse." He explained, "I can't believe your dad never got arrested for that shit."
Murdoc shrugged.
"Anyway, I turned out alright, that's all that matters-"
"No you didn't!"

This escalated into a huge yelling contest that I had to sneak Noodle away from to the safety of my room.

We played cards and stuff to pass the time until Russel came up and knocked on the door.
"Where's Mudz?" I asked.
Russed growled at the mention of Murdoc.
"That asshole ran away like a chickenshit." He grunted.
I was absolutely horrified.
What if he never came back?
What if he stopped loving me?
What if I never saw him again?

It was at midnight when Murdoc barged into my room, drunk off his ass and tears blurring his vision.
"Mu'doc, a'e yew okay?" I asked, before he quickly enveloped me in a hug.
"2-D, I need you now..." He sobbed, "Even if you can't be mine after Christmas, I just need to feel something... Something besides pain, guilt, regret, oh I regret so many things... I need you to help me forget, even if it's just for tonight...

I sighed, holding him close.
"Okay, I'll do whateva yew need mey ta do..." I said.
He pulled away and kissed me, pushing me down on the bed gently...

He ground his pelvis against mine desperately...