[2018 UPDATED]

AN: I've updated all of my grammar/ spelling errors. Enjoy! [Expect more.]

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Y/N

"Get up, Y/N!!! Quick, quick, quick!" My roommate Logan yelled at me and yanked me up from the comfort of  my bed. I groaned rubbing my eyes. "Jesus, Logan the house better be on fire..." I fussed finally opening my eyes, squinting because of the brightness in the house. "I wanted you to meet my new hoe daddy~" She purred letting go of me and attached herself to the new guy's arm. "Hoe daddy...?" I mumbled looking at him; he was, give or take, 5'9, Mexican, smelt of pure Axe body spray and dressed like a try-hard-aesthetic douche bag. Logan giggled looking up at him then back at me. "His name is Ryan." She said then bumped his arm. "Oh...Sup, girl." He finally spoke seeming too cool to talk to me. I sighed looking at Ryan. "Hi, Ryan." I said blandly looking at Logan giving her the same old "please don't tell me this guy is living with us" look just getting a grin in return. I groaned. "Logan this is like the seve-" 

"Ah ah ah!" She stopped me mid-sentence, giving me a frown. "I'm going to show him his room. Our room. You don't like it find a new fucking place to stay," She said sternly, shoulder checking me in the process of walking him to their room and slammed the door loudly. I rolled my eyes and went to check the time. 8:32 am. Two hours before I'm supposed to be up. I went to bed late last night doing homework and studying for this physics test today. Went to bed at 5 in the morning! I needed all the sleep I could get. I walked back to my room plopping on the bed trying to find that warm spot from earlier. It must've gotten cold now, so I tossed and turned to find a comfy spot on my bed. I took a deep relaxing breath and sighed once I found it. Time to sleep. I was actually drifting off until I heard squeals and gagging noises coming from Logan's room. Then came the loud slaps followed by loud over exaggerated moans. I cursed to myself and sat straight up staring at the wall that separated our rooms. 

"Oh, Daddy! You're hitting the spot! Fuck my pussy!"  Logan screamed out.

"Aw yeah. Call me Daddy!"  I heard Ryan reply.

I rolled my eyes. "I want to diiiiiiiiiiiiie..." I groaning loudly. It wasn't like they were gonna hear me anyway. I mean, I'm into some kinky shit but jesus-fucking-christ. At least be somewhat quiet about it. I looked around for my earbuds and my iPod. I grabbed them quickly and played Yeah Right by Joji/ Geiko [Or a relaxing song] at a pretty loud volume. I sighed and found my comfy spot again and meandered off into slumber. I slept until my alarm sounded, waking me up 2 hours later. I whined and searched through the pile of covers and pillows to find my phone. I was tangled in my earbuds from sleeping with them in. I broke free from my earbud prison after 5 groggy minutes of fumbling with the knots and listening to that annoying blaring alarm. I heard I loud thud against the wall and jumped looking over toward it. "Turn that damn thing off!!!" Logan yelled from the other room. I frowned and found my phone had fell off of the bed and was in between the mattress and the wall. I reached my hand down and grabbed it turning off the alarm. Finally. Some piece and quiet. "Thank you~!" Logan yelled from my room, her voice filled with a fake friendliness. I twisted my facial expression into an annoyed fake smile and got up closing my door and locked it, making my way to my bathroom to shower and get ready for the long day ahead of me. T.G.I.F. Thank God it's Friday. I took a shower, washed my face, and brushed my teeth in the process. I came out smelling like my favorite body wash and my mouth smelling of mint. I dried off quickly and walked into my room picking out my outfit for the day. I folded up my towel and neatly hung it on my towel bar that was on my shower door. I applied some deodorant and did my makeup. I got dressed and spritzed some perfume on, grabbing my backpack and other essential items before I left to go to class. 

I walked to my car and got in, putting the keys in the ignition taking a second to myself. I rested my head on my steering wheel and took deep breaths. "Common, Y/N. You got this. You're strong. Life keeps shitting on ya but you're great! You can make it through anything." I told myself thinking about when I was younger. How happy and care-free I was. I then started to think about all the responsibilities I now had and how overwhelmed I was with everything, no matter how many times I gave myself this same little pep-talk. My family wasn't here to talk to me. I had little to no friends. I was alone. I sniffled and sighed turning my beat up pale yellow 1976 Chevrolet Chevette on and drove off to school. 

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I can't believe I wasted my time studying all night long just for me to flunk the test anyway. All because I missed numbers 10 and 25. Well...Lucky me. All I have to do is work and then I can finally reward myself with a drink. I walked all the way to my car and looked around for my keys. I couldn't find them. SHIT! Where are they??? I looked all through my bag and cursed remembering I had dropped them and planned on picking them up after I had finished my test and I forgot. to pick. them up. I groaned loudly and ran back to class. By the time I got there, I was panting heavily and extremely tired. I walked into the room and saw my professor had stepped out. I looked around and spotted my keys on her desk. I walked over and picked them up and started my way back to my car. I had finally reached it and unlocked my doors and got in, driving off to work. I worked at a grocery store. It paid okay and all I had to do was ring people up, take their money, and move on to the next person. I parked and grabbed my phone and name tag out of my bag. I got out of my car, locked the doors walking inside, and clocked in. I snapped my name tag on and took my co-worker's place. I rung up three people in the next 3 minutes and waited for the next customer. The day went on like this until it was close for me to leave. I waited for my last customer for the night until I could treat myself.

"Can I get a pack ov' Menfols, please?" I heard the next customer say in a heavy English accent. It sounded more cockney than anything but also had a few other hints of something else in it as well.

I looked up at them and bit my tongue being kinda freaked out about their appearance. He had extremely blue hair, cloudy black eyes...that seemed to turn to a milky white? dark bags, pale skin, light stubble, he was really tall and lengthy with a medium build and his one of his two front teeth were missing. I'm glad he had his attention on the younger Asian girl next to him, I wouldn't want him catching me staring at is strange appearance. He didn't look terrible just...unique. In a good way. He was actually rather handsome. I'm sure if he looked like a daily lad someone would quickly scoot him under the "skaterboi aesthetic" category with all of the other Mac DeMarco wanna-bes. "Chocolate, Toochi!" She spoke irritably to the man. She sounded Japanese but with a twinge of British in a few words she spoke and used. "Ok ok, Noods. And 'is chocolate ba' tew." He said setting the bar on the conveyor belt. "Of course!" I spoke lightly giving them both a smile. I looked at the girl "Noods" before I glanced up at this "Toochi" guy. I always make it a thing I do, to look at the woman before the man. Well, if there is a woman with a man. Ya know...just in case if they're dating or something like that. I grabbed the cigarettes and came back to the register to finish ringing them up. "That'll be $6.34," I said looking up from the small bag to the blue haired man who was staring at me as I would be at him if I didn't have any common sense. He had a slight blush accumulating on his pale cheeks. "O-ov' course!" He stumbled out, looking down at himself as he reached back into his pocket pulling out his wallet giving me a ten dollar bill. I smiled at that then took the bill. I am really diggin' his accent.  I fished out his change from the register and turned back to "Toochi."
"$3.66 is your change! Heeeere ya go." I said putting the money in his...trembling? outstretched hand. "F-Fanks. 'Ave a good day!" He said smiling at me. I blushed looking at his goofy toothless smile. It was pretty adorable. "You too," I said back with a smile. He was just standing there laughing quietly and nervously, it sounded like. "Uhm. Sir?" I said looking confused at him. My actual smile breaking through my fake-robotic customer service attitude. He got redder in the face. The girl sighed and grabbed the bag and his hand. "Common, Toochi...Sorry, Miss," She said patiently. I raised a brow. That was weirdly adorable. I told myself watching them leave and saw a small crowd of people follow them both. I shrugged and left my register going to clock out of work.

I grabbed a bag of Rold Gold pretzels and paid for them on my way out. I checked the time and smiled. "10:30," I spoke quietly to myself and I walked to my car opening the door and getting in. I drove to the bar I usually go to on Fridays. I found parking and got outta my car going inside. It was getting cold outside and I was glad I didn't have to walk too far to get in. The bar was warm and smelled of booze and cigarettes. This was definitely not my crowd of people at all. Filled with bikers and sluts. I just needed a place where I could be by myself and drink and enjoy the music they played. I ordered a long island iced tea and some french fries. I sat in the booth and waited for my drink and food. I whipped out my phone and absent-mindedly scrolled through my Instagram feed. The door to the bar opened letting in a cold draft causing most people to look at the person entering, including me. Once my eyes landed on who it was they widened in surprise. It was the blue-haired man from the grocery store. Toochi! He was by himself. He took a seat at the bar reaching in his comfy looking military windbreaker, pulling out what seemed to be the cigarettes he bought and a zippo that was decorated with the Japanese flag. I hated staring but he peeked my interest. He seemed like someone I would be friends with. The more I thought about it he was very attractive, even with his flattering idiosyncratic look. His style was nice too. His camo windbreaker went nicely with the washed-out white graphic tee he had under it. Faded blue, frequently worn, denim jeans with a cuff right above his dingy light brown combat boots that were loosely tied. One thought popped into my heads and I rolled my eyes at myself for it. Skaterboi Aesthetic. He lit up a cig and ordered a whiskey on rocks. He sat there smoking and drinking, minding his own business. My daze was broken with the bartender yelling my order. I got up pretending like I didn't know he was there. I went and grabbed my drink and fries and returned to my empty booth. Making sure I held my head tall to make my neck seem slimmer and paid more attention to how my posture and stride were than I usually would have.

2D

I walked Noodle home and walked back to the bar. My headaches have been getting worse and I ran outta my pills so I thought a drink could be a decent temporary fix. I kept thinking about that register girl. She was so pretty... Really pretty. I should've actually talked to her tried to get her number or something. Maybe I'm getting rusty... I wonder if she works tomorrow. Probably not it's the weekend... Well maybe. It's her job not bloody grade school, Stuart. I sighed running a hand through my hair as I finally reached the pub. I walked in being met with the smell of booze and smoke in the warm air. All eyes were on me when I walked in and I quickly took my seat at the bar. I took out the pack of Menthols I bought earlier. I stared at them for a bit thinking about the girl and smiled pausing a moment before taking out my Zippo and lit the end of one. I took a very satisfying drag. I closed my eyes as I held it in before letting it go. I put the package on the counter in front of me ordering whiskey on the rocks. I took another drag from my fag looking around the place a bit, getting my drink rather fast. I took a sip and sighed contently running my hand through my blue hair. I need a haircut... I looked over when I heard the other worker had called out an order. He's a loud one. Well, I guess over all the commotion he should be. A woman walked up to the bar, picked up her food, and walked to an empty booth. I raised my brows. She's pretty. I couldn't see her face so I followed her with my eyes. Maybe I should try to get laid tonight. That'll help a headache... mmm. Well, I haven't had sex in a year that might be an issue. My hand is getting pretty boring. I smiled as I onced over the woman's body as a "douche bag" would. Like Muds would. She wasn't really dressed for this kind of place. I squinted my eyes trying to see better. My smile dropped almost instantly when I saw this woman's face. It was the girl from the grocery store. She looked so out of place unlike all of the other gals in this place. They were all over the men in here. Wearing practically nothing. Muds would lose his marbles if he were here to see all of these winnies. I blushed contemplating if I should go over and talk to her. I kept staring until I saw she was about to look my way and I quickly turned my head back to my drink staring down into it. I felt her eyes on me, staring and judging... or that might've just been my anxiety. I closed my eyes and breathed in a sigh. I should go talk to her.  Hopefully, she didn't think I was stalking her or anything. 

I pocketed my Menthols and zippo and grabbed my drink putting out my cigarette and put it behind my ear, walking over to her booth. "Uhm..'E-Ello!" I said rather loudly. I blushed and mentally cursed at myself for being such a dullard. She looked up at me and the first thing I noticed was her beautiful E/C eyes. "Hi! You're from the grocery store right?" She asked smiling at me. I nodded smiling brightly at her taking in her friendly energy. "Yew mind if I sit 'ere?" I asked, getting a head shake that went with a gesture for me to sit. I took a seat on the other side of the table, across from her. I drank some more and sighed happily. I looked around for the cigarette I had, forgetting it was behind my ear. I looked at her and smiled awkwardly having her just smile back at me. "Oh, yea'..." I mumbled and got the cigarette from behind my ear and tried to do that stupid trick Muds keeps doing to impress women. I lowered the hand I had my cig in and flicked it up towards my mouth and tried to catch it. Once that failed I just smiled sheepishly at the girl and put it in my mouth. She gave me a small giggle and took a sip out of her drink. I was about to light it before I looked at her "Oh, 'm sorry. Dew yew mind?" I asked looking at her. "Oh uh... No. Go ahead" She said sipping at her drink more. I nodded and lit up taking another drag from it blowing the smoke away from her. "W-well... I uhm.. 'm 2D!" I said seeing a puff of smoke come out my nostrils as I spoke. I reached out my hand. "Y/N." She said shaking my hand. Her hands were so small and soft. I giggled like a bloody schoolgirl. "Lovely name~" I complimented trying to be as calm as I could around her. I think this is going rather well! Bravo Stuart! Bravo! 

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AN: Okie, guys! I have updated this bad boy and plan on doing much more with this pilot. I have always been a big fan of the Gorillaz and especially 2D. I think with some inspiration I can make this book one of the tops on my acc. :) Wish me luck and don't forget to leave a follow and a vote! Check out my other books too! I update every other Monday <3