Gorillaz drabbles

Ever-2D

The nearing winter's night breeze blow harshly. I huddled into my jacket and looked at 2D who seemed to be unfazed. I debated heading back inside first but I knew that wouldn't do anything. I sighed lightly and up spoke first.

"Do you ever—resent him?" I paused questioning if I should continue.

"You know, because of what he did to you...?"

His leg never ceased to shake as he took another drag of his cigarette.

"Not now. That's for sure" he replied rather quickly, never breaking eye contact with the night sky. He continued,
"Back then, maybe. It's sorta hard to look back on it now, y'know?" His reply this time, was rather slow and thought through.
I saw him put out his finished cigarette on the glass table near by reminding me we needed more ashtrays. A silence settles between us signaling the end of the conversation.

Or so I thought.

He grabbed another cigarette.

Once again, I pulled out my lighter for him. Everyone in Gorillaz smoked, it's their die hard habit. Now, even though I don't smoke, it's becoming a custom for me to carry a lighter.

"I remember a few things pretty clearly. N'its that I wasn't goin' nowhere. Music was in my bones 'n I knew it, but I had completely bullshit my way through high school and got stuck at some dead end job. I was jus'...nowhere. When it happened, I woke up and I was somewhere. Wether it was good or bad doesn't really matter now." He let out an exasperated sigh and continued to fill his lungs with harmful smoke.
He never once glanced at me in the whole conversation and it made me wonder if we'd ever make eye contact again. I felt a twinge of guilt in my chest. It wasn't my place to make him talk about things he didn't want to think of or remember.
I didn't want to interrogate him like that.

I just wanted to understand him better...

I huffed and formed a reply
"Um, I wasn't either...ah. I don't really think any of us were going anywhere, y'know? We'd probably all be lost as hell if it weren't for this shit band"

That  earned light chuckle in response.

"Guess so"

I sighed, content at how the mood had lightened.
"May I have one? Please?" I pointed at the cigarette in his mouth.

"You sure ya' want to be part of this club?"

I shrugged but internally I wanted more than anything to be accepted into whatever it was they had. It sounds silly but I've learned to accept that's just how I feel.
They have a unique bond and just 'cause I was newly a part of Gorillaz didn't necessarily mean I was part of their group.

"Sure, do I get any benefits out of it?" I tried playing it off.
"Just a shorter life span, that's for sure" he laughed at his remark as he pulled out a fresh cigarette.
"Ere' dis one's yours" his said handing one to me.

To my surprise, and dismay, he gave me the cigarette he'd been smoking and took the new one for himself.

"Asshole! You said I could be part of the club!"
"Haha, yeah new comers gotta take it easy"
"Who says?! Can I speak to the club leader?"
"Lookin' at him love" he smirked mischievously.
"Well tell the fucker if he doesn't comply no ones getting lit" I said holding out my lighter in front of him, to which he frowned.