‘So you want me to sleep with you
‘Ye… no… I, uhm…’
2-D was panicking a little, Pixie was enjoying herself, asking questions that she thought 2-D would’ve already thought
of rather than leaving it for her to ask.
‘Sleep in your room, like the time
‘Yeah but…’ Pixie looked
at him, ‘I’ll have my top somewhere so I don’t loose it…’ he blushed.
‘Same bed?’ 2-D really
started to blush now, he tried to ignore what she was saying and the thoughts that were going through her head, or at least
what he thought she thought. Crap, why did I say that? Why am I asking these questions?
Why am I talking to myself! Shit, I’m going mad! Calm down… okay, he thinks I’m a whore, work with it…
‘I was joking, D, do you really think
I’m that kind of girl?’
‘You’ve been actin’ like
it latel...’ he shut himself up before he upset her. Pixie sighed. I knew it!
She told herself, over and over again.
‘Why do I bother…’ she
‘Huh?’ 2-D asked. She didn’t
answer but he knew what she had said anyway. He put his finger under her chin.
‘Listen, it don’t matter ‘bout
anythin’ much, just be y’self!’ She looked up and smiled, only to be greeted with a kiss. Noodle came in
and saw them. She brought them her lovely meal; cereal.
‘Your dinner is served!’ Noodle
said, about to sit down. She spotted herself in the reflection of the table, bright and shiny, unlike herself, who had very
‘AAAAAAH!’ she screamed, causing
2-D to throw a headache pill down his throat will covering his ears with a sarcastic smile on his face. Pixie laughed at him
as well as Noodle’s sudden rush to brush her hair.
Murdoc woke up with Cortez biting at his
‘How the fuck did you get in!?’
He shouted, Cortez just squawked and flew away. Murdoc shook his head and grabbed his nearest clothes, seemingly in a rush
to get ready. He walked into the front of his Winnebago and stared at the empty sofa. There was a knock on the door.
‘Hey, I got ya some junk!’
‘Ya what?’ Pixie walked in
with a box. Murdoc wondered what she was on about until Pixie dropped the box which happened to be full of materials and had
a ‘how to make a voodoo doll’ scribbled on the front. He smiled.
‘As an apology that I took yours!’
She smiled back, with the 2-D voodoo doll she had taken clearly hanging out of her pocket. He took the box and put it in the
corner as Pixie walked off. He shook his head at her attitude. He looked out to see her as she left the car park, but she
stopped and looked at him.
‘And make sure it isn’t of
2-D or I’ll be ordering myself one of them!’ She shouted. He laughed and then watched as she got a key out of
her pocket and unlocked 2-D’s door. He looked a little surprised at this and walked back over the box.
‘That girl…’ he
mumbled to himself, lighting another cigarette. Why the hell has she got a door key
to his room? He only gives copies of them to his girlfriends. He realised what was going on and laughed. They shouldn’t keep it a secret if that’s what they’re doing! After all, it’s about time 2-D
left me to the girls his age!
‘At least I won’t be stealing
her!’ He left a note on 2-D’s door as he walked past it, on his way to the studio kitchen to re-stock the cupboards
in his Winnebago.
On his way back from inserting the Demon
Days album into the duke box, 2-D found the note on his door.
‘Talk to me ASAP, Murdoc…’
He read, taking it off his door and entering his room.
‘Err, hey Trixie…’ He
said, throwing the note in the bin and walking over to her, ‘Murdoc wants a quick chat so I’ll be back in a bit.’
‘Okay, don’t let him hurt you…’
Fair enough, why would he hurt him? He hadn’t done anything that usually upset him lately. He found Murdoc stood outside
the Winnebago and walked up to him.
‘Shut up and listen.’
‘I know something is going on with
you and out little fairy, so you might as well tell me.’
‘If you happen to be with her…’
Murdoc chose his words wisely, ‘Then I want to know, I won’t hurt you…’ Hi crossed his fingers behind
‘I ah… She…’ Murdoc
caught glimpse of 2-D’s love bite as he moved around from worry.
‘2-D, listen, you told us all that
you didn’t have a girlfriend because you left them all at the fair, yet you still have a new love bite, right there,
on your neck. The only explanation I can get from that is that you are with her and this could endanger my band!’ He
growled, making it obvious that he wasn’t happy.
‘All she did was kiss me, I’m
not letting it go far I promise, but I do love her and nothing you can do can stop it!’ He shouted, getting hold of
his ego and throwing it at Murdoc who grabbed him by the neck and lifted his arm about to punch him.
‘Don’t touch him.’ Pixie
demanded from behind them both. 2-D tried to get Murdoc to let go as he glared at Pixie.
‘What the fuck are you doing,
standing up for your boyfriend I know but you don’t have to endanger your own life for him!’ Pixie’s eyes
widened and she looked at 2-D who stopped struggling. His eyes filled with water. I’m
sorry Pixie, I don’t know how he found out but I know he wouldn’t hit a girl… wait!
‘You’d never hit a girl!’
‘And what would you know about that?
I do what I want!’
‘Leave him alone, I don’t want
him to be hurt and I don’t want the band to be endangered!’ Pixie shouted. Murdoc let go of 2-D who squirmed away
to a safe distance.
‘So what would be your brilliant
plan then?’ Murdoc said, bringing his hand to his side.
‘I won’t sleep with him like
you say, I will, however, kiss him, but that is my own business, nothing in that statement is against the law.’ Murdoc
raised and eyebrow, not that you could see, at her wisdom of how to go about this, ‘I don’t want you to hurt 2-D
but I guess that is of your own right. So do as you want but don’t mess with us as a couple because it you aren’t
gonna loose your singer.’
‘Fair enough’ He said, peering
over to 2-D, ‘I’ll hurt him more than usual but that’ll just be because I feel like it, not because of you
two.’ Pixie shook her head but had to agree because it was what she had said. Murdoc grabbed a pack of cigarettes from
his pocket and went into his Winnebago. 2-D looked at Pixie for a second before closing his eyes with a massive sigh of relief.
‘I won’t let him beat you up
at all; you don’t have to worry about that!’ Pixie said happily. 2-D ruffled her hair and returned to his room.
Pixie opened the door to 2-D’s room
half an hour later. He was meditating on the floor. She sat beside him and curled herself into a meditation position. There
was a little bang and some scratching coming from the air vents, 2-D didn’t seem to notice but Pixie got a little worried
‘2-D…’ He opened his
eyes suddenly like he had just woken up.
‘Yeah… a zombie?’ Pixie
nodded. 2-D got up and went over to his bed; he grabbed a scythe that was under his bed. He stepped carefully over to the
air vent and stood, ready to lift the vent and slash the zombie. He opened it and something came out. 2-D jumped back rather
then slashing the supposed zombie. Pixie saw a little tail come out of the pile of dirty washing the ‘zombie’
had landed in.
‘Norm?’ Pixie asked, reaching
towards the washing.
‘Pi…cus I…so pleased
and err…’ It came out of the washing and looked at her, ‘Hello!’
‘Isn’t Norm a monkey?’
2-D asked. It wasn’t a monkey at all, it was a boy. He had long hair and a sweatband round his head. He had long tail
however and one of his eyes was black with a scar running through it.
‘It is Norm!’ Pixie said, running up and hugging him.
‘Hey! Glad to see you again! Listen,
I have to go in a little while but I err… well, are you staying here from now on?’
‘Sure! I hope…’
‘She is.’ 2-D said happily.
‘Right, well I’ll come back
soon with my guitar!’
‘You play guitar?’
‘Bass. So anyway, I’ll see
‘Okay!’ She let go and he walked
over to 2-D and smiled.
‘I’ll see you soon, too, maybe
we could actually get to know each other!’
‘Err… yeah, sure.’ Norm
nodded and ran back up the air vent. Pixie shook her head and smiled. 2-D looked at his clock for a second then looked at
‘Just because you’re my girlfriend
doesn’t mean I’m not still your official guardian!’
‘Oh, right… maybe Murdoc could
be my guardian, I mean, it’s a bit odd; me going out with my guardian…’
‘Fair enough, but for now, BED!’
Pixie laughed and got her clothes.