(2d's POV)

Like you can imagine I was trembling under the stairs like a mouse, hiding from a vicious cat, but that's the thing cats are cute, so why do they have to be so mean?

I had looked around the house for a total of three seconds to find that pepper spray thing but I couldn't find it.

So I sat here in the dark my head resting on my knees, as tears scorched my face like a hot iron. I should have just shut up, I should have just cleaned my room. It needed cleaning anyway. But why the fvck didn't I shut up, he obviously hurt me because of what I said, ugh. Speaking of hurting, I feel like I am going to throw up, my head was spinning, and that gut punch, both the literal one and the figurative one hurt. He was right... I am small, and hopeless, I feel like now a days the only reason I'm still alive, still here... is because I was given a voice of an angel.

It's such bullsh*t.

I sniffled, whipping my running nose on my sleeve. F*cking Murdoc, why you such a mean cat. I started whipping my eyes with my other sleeve, but it seemed like I was still crying... oh right it still hurt. I thought I got rid of my migraines, why did he have to do this to me, I didn't deserve that bit of it. 

This was all too Brainsick.

F*ck you Murdoc.

Ow... ow... F*cking Christmas crackers!

I held my head rocking back in forth in place. All I could see was a neon figure, I can always trick you into putting a rope around your neck, because your that stupid. But your death isn't really enough for me... because torturing you is way to much fun. Then I felt something tight around my neck, I new I was probably imagining it, and that I was just having a panic attack on top of this migraine. But what was weird was that the voice repeating Murdoc, didn't sound like murdoc... it sounded like a girl... put a voice I know...

Wasting no time I took out my phone not being able to handle it anymore, and texted Russ.

Hey Russ

I'm hiding under the stairs.

And I can't find the pepper spray.

I need you to come over, I'm scared.

I bit my lip rubbing my throbbing head, then I added on.

And I have a migraine..

I put away my phone hissing as my brain started burning, like it was on a stake or something. And the words repeated, I can always trick you into putting a rope around your neck, because you're that stupid. But your death isn't really enough for me... because torturing you is way to much fun. And the tightness around my throat increased, by now I was choking over myself.

Then another voice came into my head, blocking the headache away.

look Hot Kiss Ass Singer get you ass up, and pull yourself together.

...

. Uhhh, Cause... I mean isn't your diary in your room? The same room your precious Murdick is in?

I blinked the migraine and the panic attack going away instantly. My.... Journal? In my room... Murdoc in my room. "OH F*CK!" I screamed gripping my hair as I kicked the cubby door open, that journal was full of more fvcking dirty gay shit that is comprehendible, sexy thoughts, desires, dreams, murdoc....  Oh god he can NOT find it, if he does I might as well run in front of a moving train, preferably a little blue one, like the train that could. So I ran into the kitchen grabbed a knife from out of the drawer and ran back up the stairs.

Some stupid adrenaline that popped up out of no where was making me hop the stairs two at a time, "MURDOC!!!" I yelled coming to the base of the stairs then running across the hallway just to ninja kick my door open, like noodle would every time she needed to make a big entrance.

"MURDOC I HAVE A KNIFE!! IF YOU DON'T GET out..." I stopped short dropping the steak knife and letting it hit the ground, what I saw before me was dumbfounding. My face was pulled down in a confused frown. Murdoc wasn't there.... But my room was picked up...

(Russel's POV)

I was sitting at a table near the edge of this little party. The one with all the mothers and grandmas, lightly gossiping about the future, and there kids. I was fine with it I'd say the least, it was actually kinda fun. I smiled sipping my earl gray tea, in my little tea cup, as I listened to Mrs Baker, talk about some little shop down at the mall that was absolutely amazing. This table was a table of adults that I could relate to, they could be my peeps, but I don't think I'll be 'BFF's' with them, hence they are all women and dressed in fancy clothes and I was a guy that's hasn't showered in a few days. By the looks of them all I felt grimy.

Nodding mindlessly to what one of the ladies said, I took a chance to glance at noodle. She seemed to be doing well, she was sitting by the bushes across the yard talking with three other girls which was great! Dear Noodle didn't have many friends and she is almost fifteen, and I was kinda set on making sure she wasn't a loner, I heard that most loners have depression and commit suicide, and that is something I will definitely not let happen to her.

"Mr Hobbs, what do you think?"

I blinked and turned my head to my side, and looked at the woman sitting next to me, she had straight black hair, brown eyes, and a simple floral dress shirt on, something classy but normal, so to be honest she stood out from all of the dresses and hats, like a lily would in a garden of roses, "oh please call me Russel... uh, sorry, I wasn't paying attention, what was that?" I asked feeling a little embarrassed.

She just smiled at me, "I said what do you think of the party, Russel?"

I smiled back setting my tiny tea cup down, that looked like a toy inside my big hands, "Well I think it's quite splendid."

"That's good! I just love little parties like these," the lady smiled down at the table and took a sip from her own tea, but as I kept smiling at her I saw tinge of worry in her facial expression, I saw it because of how her eyebrows seemed to lift a little bit, and how her smile seemed to cripple at the edges of her long mouth.

"Is something wrong?" I asked bringing my voice a little lower, afraid that this was something personal I was stepping into.

She turned her head a weak smile on her face, "No..."

My eyebrows furrowed and I turned my body slightly, "Are you sure? You seem kinda troubled."

I watched as she looked down into her tea and bit her lip. Then her voice got really low as she whispered something at her tea cup, "I just sometimes feel like there's something off about these people?"

I cocked my head, my voice matching hers, "go on..."

"I have no real answer, it's just a feeling I get in my gut sometimes, for some reason my instincts tell me to grab my kid and get as far away from here as possible, but I don't know why..."

My eyes widened, when a parent feels it in the gut to get there kids away from something they should do so, "You should always listen to your instincts," I said leaning in while I whispered quieter, "if you don't feel like it's safe you should protect your kids."

She finally looked up at me, smiling, "I know but I just see how happy Frankie is here, cause I mean these girls are her friends, it feels wrong of me to rip her away from her social life just because I have a little feeling."

"Describe little... how much does this feeling hit you?"

"Only sometimes... it just feels weird you know, because I mean these people," she gestured to the women around us, "are my friends too. I should trust them, because I know they are trustworthy."

I nodded even though I didn't agree with that, if you had a a feeling in you gut like that you should leave, that's just parental instinct. But what's weird is now that I think about it, I have a bit of that weird feeling too, like something terrible is going to happen any minute...

"Uhm, anyway, my names Grace," the lady said smiling, taking me out of my thoughts.

I snapped out of it and smiled back, "it's nice to—" I was cut off by make phone buzzing I ignored it, "it's ni—" I was cut off again by my phone buzzing, frustrated I pulled my phone out of my pocket, "just one second." I told grace as I glanced at the lit up screen.

I had five messages from D, and while I read them, my face dropped.

(Hey Russ)

(I am hiding under the stairs)

(And I can't find the pepper spray)

( I need you to come over, I'm scared.)

(And I have a migraine)

What did that cracker ass do now?!

I turned to Grace my face sagging, "I'm so sorry, I have to go, something urgent just came up, uhh, do you mind watching my girl Noodle for me? I promise I'll be right back!"

Grace blinked, and nodded, her eyebrows furrowed, "oh okay, is everything alright?"

"It will be..." I said getting up, then I pointed to noodle, "uh Noodle is the short girl in the yellow dress sitting over there."

Grace followed my gaze and nodded, "okay I'll watch her, take care of what you have to do."

I nodded back, my eyes sad, I didn't want to leave just yet but yet again those two fucking idiots had to ruin my day, I then started to speed walk out of Mrs Crawley's front yard and headed to our house, and once I was at a respectable distance from Betty Bees tea party I started to run.

That f*cking faggot, why did he always do this!?

(Noodles POV)

"Are you calling me a peony?!"

I looked up from my finger nails my eyes lazy slits, "yes, yes I am," I said straightforwardly. I only did call Betty Bee a peony because she looked like one, "you know why? Because you're a pein-on-me-ass." (translation: pain-in my-ass)

"How bloody dare you!" The blonde brat screeched.

It was also a few seconds ago that I realized that Mrs Crawly invited me, no this brat.

"You should know that you must always respect the host," the red head next to her hissed, her spit flying in my face. I whipped it off in annoyance.

"Yes, and a true lady should know what the right thing to say is!" The brunette on Betty's right snapped.

I snorted, glaring up at them, "please! You think I'm not a lady? You should look at yourselves! All you lot care about is gossip, boys and power, there is nothing lady like in that!"

"You bitch!" Betty yelled.

"Op!" I said, before anyone one of her stupid minions could speak, "I don't think your Heavenly Father lord liked that very much."

The brunettes response to that was to kick me hard in the side with her brown boot, "Don't you dare mock God!!" She screeched. I had almost forgot I was dealing with Baptist girls, where there whole life revolves around there religion. But that wasn't the only thing that stuck in my mind, it was more of the fact that, that little snot just kicked me. No one has ever dared to do such a thing, such idiots they are, they don't know the tricks and years of karate I have shoved up my sleeve.

"You really shouldn't have done that," I hissed, glaring at them.

"Oh yeah? What are you going to do goose girl?"

That was it. I stood up like a walking dead, and readied myself putting my hands into position and getting ready to kick there asses. But before anything fun could happen, something incredibly stupid happened instead.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!!!"

I turned my head like every other girl at this party to see three rugged looking boys, probably a little older than us crash through the fence with there bikes. The boy on the red bike had a gnarly purple Mohawk and a nose ring, the boy on the blue bike wasn't wearing a shirt for goodness sakes, and of course on the green bike, was that dorky kid from a few weeks ago, with his long past shoulder length greasy hair, and the big eyes, pls the goofy smile.

The whole party started screaming, and yelling, as they did bike tricks and sprayed silly string in peoples faces, the guy on the red bike was now running into tables, and the boy on the blue one was chasing girls around the yard like the piece of sh*t he was.

"BRADLEY! RYAN! AND GRAY! YOU STOP RIGHT NOW!!! OR I'M GOING TO CALL YOUR MOTHER!!!" Mrs Crawly shouted, her voice carrying across the whole neighborhood.

"TRY AND MAKE US GRANDMA!" Mohawk yelled back.

I stood there almost laughing at it all, intel Mr Greaser shining in all of his grunge glory skidded his green bike in front of me. His brown eyes shining with excitement, he put one foot on the ground his tattered converse hitting the grass, as well as his untied shoelaces flopped to the side. He was wearing a flannel shirt with a GreenDay band T under it. Then he bent over and partially bowed to me, "Your knights in shining armor my lady!" He exclaimed, peaking up at me through his hair.

I stood there blinking for a second staring at his stupid face, letting what he just said process. Then I started laughing. Of dear God this was to funny.

"Hey, don't laugh, can't you let a guy be your knight..." he trailed off, slightly chuckling with me.

He clearly didn't understand that I was laughing at his stupidity of thinking I needed saving. I mean this kid, "You know..." I said giggling like a little girl, "Your hilarious, all of this shit is hilarious! You sure are a true joke,"

I watched as his smile started to fade a little.

"Next time you decide to try to save me, thing again knuckle head! I'm perfectly fine with taking care of myself!"

The kid frowned leaning his bike away from me, "I-I guess your right..." he said getting quiet, then like the idea just popped into his head he said loudly, "Maybe if it makes you feel better you can be my knight when I need help!"

I blinked again, staring at his cute anime eyes and his huge goofy smile...

"Uhh, no, but I can offer you a cheese square,"I said reaching into my pocket and putting a white square of cheese in his dirty hand, then I turned and went around his bike to find Russel, I think it's time to go home now. This party was making me Brainsick anyway.

(Russels POV)

When I pulled up to the house Murdoc's truck was gone. Which wasn't a good sign but the fact that 2d was having an attack inside was enough for me to bang open the front door and run inside.

"D?! D?!" I called panicking,

"I'ma right here Russ..."

I stopped and walked a little ways to look behind the couch to see D sitting there pulling on his hair, smoking a pot, "The migraine is gone..." he said laughing like the high freak he was, " but I don't know where Murdoc is..."

The story of this chapter was that I had to re-write it do to wattpad being mean, so here it is in all it's stupid glory chapter 7. 

I wasn't able to write in a little bit of what Gray's home was like sadly because I couldn't remember how it went, 😭 but this chapter was still fun because I made the Arnold Brothers crash the tea party, I think that was actually my favorite part, just because it was stupid. :')

Anyway next chapter should come soon, I already have it planed out in my brain! 

Oh and also I have been making some 2doc drawings that I think are really good, (and there on paper this time so there actually good compared to my digital art) tell  me if you want to see them.

Okay bye! 👋 

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