Sorry but this is a long one. And just so you know the picture shows the steps to what happens in this chapter. (2d poking at Murdoc, Murdoc has a stupid idea, 2d falls for bait, bad things happen) it's simple. 

(2ds POV)

So, this was what happened...

(Murdocs POV)

I stared out the window, from my place in the kitchen. From across the street I could see a snippet of that tea party bullsh*t that was going down. I was so glad that Noodle wasn't along side those snobs, with the same goody two shoes morals, the pink dresses, and the God is great God is everything eccentric. Blagh. By the way I wonder where Russel had dragged Noodle off to, he's been doing that a lot lately, taking her to places. It's probably because me and Jack skeleton over there are such nuisances to him. I can't count the several times Russel would shake his head, muttering 'F*cking white boys' every time the two of us would get in a squabble.

I narrowed my eyes squinting as I sipped my margarita. I watched three girls come up to another little girl in a yellow dress sitting on the ground. It looks like they were in some petty fight. How sad. . . Wait, hey. . .

"Hey Faceacke," I growled, my eyes fixated on the girls.

2d lifted his head, getting zapped out of his trance, "Yes..." he asked voice shaking. The poor idiot thought I was going to beat the sh*t out of him for no reason. ... Good.

"Why does that girl look like noodle?" I asked glancing at him through the corner of my eye.

"Well, maybe it tis Noodle?" He said with a small shrug, wincing at his on answer as he shrinks lower into himself.

"But why the hell would Noodle be at a tea party?

He bit his lip looking at me confused kinda the same look he got when he watched 100 Dalmatians for the first time. The bloke just couldn't handle the fact that the dogs could talk.

I shook my head and turned away from the window, "You know what never mind," I groaned staring at my green drink swirling it a little.

Stuart didn't answer just looked down at the floor once again, zoning out.

I huffed in annoyance I didn't like that he was so obsessed with the floor, especially went I was in the room. Grumpy and bored I looked around my mind wandering back to 2d's messy room, to this messy house. We haven't cleaned it sense the day we moved in. It's a dirty pig sty, and for some damn reason it was bothering me. With all the gunk and the trash, and the clothes, and dirty dishes, and that were green stuff spattered on the walls. It was down right disgusting. And the place smelled weird too.

I whipped my head to 2d who was still staring at the floor. Satin damnit what the hell was so interesting right there on that little spot on the floor! "Faceacke!" I yelled.

He flicked his head up with a dumb look on his face, staring at me with uncertainty and question.

"Go clean your room," I growled, draining the rest of my drink.

He scoffed, turning in his chair, "Why tho!?"

"Because it's a mess!" I yelled slamming my glass on the cheap marble in our dirty kitchen.

"H-how would you know it's a mess?" He countered, flicking his spiky blue hair out of his eyes, in fact his hair looked a little purple today, kinda weird but okay.

I tilted my head and gave him the really look, something Noodle taught me not sure if it makes me seem girly or not, "How would I know if your rooms a mess? gee I don't know maybe it's because I CAN SMELL IT ALL THE WAY FROM HERE!"

"NO YOU CAN'T!" He whined.

"Can to, now go clean it!"

"No," he said arms crossed as he moved to sit on the floor in some childish manner.

I made a tsk noise and my nostrils flared, why was he so annoying, I glared deep into my eyes, "Clean. It." I hissed.

He shook his head and looked away. But he didn't look down, like he usual does he turned his head to the side pouting. He was being stubborn for once in his life. I bit my lip deciding to change my tactics, glad that he was paying attention to my presence, but it wasn't enough.

"Well..." I drawled, swirling the tip of my black nail around the edge of the empty glass, scraping off the extra salt, and watching them bounce to the bottom of the glass into the little puddle of extra juice, "I guess I'll just clean it for you."

Stuarts gaze snapped forward mouth hanging slightly open, "what?" He gaped, his arms that were crossed over his jaws T shirt falling.

I smiled, laughing in my head, it was so easy to catch Stuart on a fish hook, "Yeah I mean, if your not going to do it, I guess I might as well." I said shrugging and walking out of the kitchen smacking him on the head as I headed toward the stairs hiding inside the hallway standing as the entrance to upstairs.

Things were going to get interesting.

"Wait, what??No!" Stuart yelled after he processed what I was saying.

"Well if your not going to do it then I'll do it," I said smirking at him as I started up the stairs, "You just stay there and relax." I tried to reframe from laughing at his face of horror, and I turned and speed walked up the stairs.

"Your not serious!" He cried getting up off the floor and following me up the dark eccentric stairs, his footsteps light and airy behind my loud Cuban heels clinking up the wooden steps.

I didn't answer just smiled to myself as my heel clicked when I reached the top, and continued across the now ugly dark green carpet and toward my hot kiss ass singers room, the one next to Russel's and across from Noodle. Mine was the farthest away from his, for obvious reasons. He had painted his door a rustic kind of red, just for fun, and there was a little picture of him and noodle stuck on the front of it. It was a picture of them when they did that stupid Photo Booth thing. I ripped it down and let it fall to the floor just to spite him.

"Wha hey!" He whined right on cue as he stomped across the hallway, right as I opened his door to his .........

holly sh*t how can it get this bad, we have only been living her for a few months.

You literally could not see the floor and I'm not saying that as a expression I literally can't see it. It was covered with all of his dirty clothes, and dirty dishes. There was scattered pills along the floor that I can't f*cking see, and his desk top was littered with loose papers and other random things. The brown walls were dirty, but there was a few zombie movie and band posters lined along the walls.

I turned around, to see 2d in the doorway picking up the picture that I thrown on the ground, "please get out..." 2d said looking down.

I breathed in smelling rotten pizza and ... a sent I know all to well, but I couldn't name at the moment, "No," I said glaring at him.

Stuart grinds his teeth together as he glared. His glare was as weak as a sheep but I could tell it meant something, that means I was getting under his nails, and he was going to have to pick at me to get me to leave.

"I said get out." He sneered, sticking the picture back on the door with the same tape then walked over to me and gripped the fabric right were my shoulder was of my dark blue shirt and tried to pull me out, without a fight.

I shook him off and slapped him in the face, just for fun, I know it wasn't really necessary, but it made things a little more ✨exciting✨

2d looked down and to the side slightly, silent as he touched his red cheek. I couldn't see his eyes because his spiky hair was in his face, But I could tell he was trying to reframe from crying. But why? He cried all the time, and plus he was gorgeous when he was crying. "What's wrong faceacke," mocked, trying to ignore the knot that was growing inside my gut, "Is there something you don't want me to find?"

He nodded much to my surprise and looked up at me, his black orbs glossy with welling tears, "Yes now leave," he growled.

I bit my lip again thinking, this whole thing was starting to get stupid and pointless, maybe I should just leave... but what is it he doesn't want me to find? "I'll leave when I finish cleaning your damn destroyed room." I growled back turning around.

"Ugh why can't you just get out why do you always have to be the worst person. I just want you to respect my privacy WHY can't you do that! I respect your privacy! Matter a fact I have to walk eggshells around you because I'm afraid that your going to beat me so bad and kill me, I don't want to F*cking die! I hope you know how much I hate you! Because I hate you so much I would rather roll over and die myself!-"

I rolled my eyes as he kept ranting on about how he hates me, and wants me to die, and turned to look around the room, getting a annoyed with his presence now. Why did this always happen, I don't like this familiar speech so why do I get it every time I pick on him. I already know that I'm a peace of sh*t and that I should probably just die, I know that most people would celebrate my death. I just didn't care, or I just tried not to care. ... I think I could use a good talk with kal right about now.

I looked at the floor trying to block Stuart out. Right know he was really bringing out the jack a** in himself. Maybe I should change his nickname to my hot Jack a** singer, but that sounds a little weird, I don't associate the songbird with anger and making people miserable, I don't think that is really a part of his personality, but it's there.

And he was really getting on my nerves.

"If you don't shut you face," I growled, picking up the dirty clothes around me because the mess was sorta giving me anxiety.

"If I don't shut up you'll do what!?" He screamed.

I didn't answer, I hadn't gotten that far in my planing to destroy him yet, maybe I should just wing it, "If you don't shut up I'll do this..." I already had my fist balled and ready, as I pulled it back, and punched him in the gut.

He instantly grunted and recoiled, making himself smaller, but like always I wasn't done. I reached the same hand, my right hand forward and grasped his throat, my palm pushing against his addams apple. I wasn't aiming to kill him this time just to scare him. I pushed him into the brown wall that was behind him, and got close to his ear, hissing, "I don't think you know how much I hate you either Stuart, I don't think I can even put it into words," I then took that moment to punch him in the gut again, just for good measure. He once again weathered and started whimpering and gasping as I applied pressure to his throat, I leaned in a little closer to his ear feeling my breath bounce off his skin and onto my face as I said breathlessly, "But I do know that it would be easy to get rid of you, your such a easy target, your so small and helpless, and 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."

Frowning against his neck, I kneed him in the stomach his words swirling in my head, I hope you know how much I hate you! Because I hate you so much I would rather roll over and die myself! I then reached my other hand up and gripped the side of his head, my nails digging into his head trying to trigger another one of his migraines.

He gasped again, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain, and then finally his cheeks started to get wet and shiny as salty tears rolled down his face, and dripped off his chin.

I slightly smiled, and I rested my forehead on his shaking shoulder, as I replied more pressure. Usually I didn't do this, I didn't try to trigger one of his migraines because they were monstrously painful and it was evil of me to put him in that much pain. But his words rolled around in my head making me angrier and angrier, Matter a fact I have to walk eggshells around you because I'm afraid that you're going to beat me so bad and kill me.

But then the thought trailed off as I started to realize the beat of Stuart's Addams apple against my hand as he started gasping, and hyperventilating. I turned my head to stare at his neck as a feeling stirred inside my stomach. It wasn't the same weird feeling I've been feeling lately with him it was different, this feeling I knew. It was like vodka and pineapples, something that burns your throat but tastes sour and sweet at the same time. Almost instantly I let go off him and backed up in a matter of seconds, speechless. As I started to feel the heat on my cheeks. Ohhhh f*ck.

2d taking the opportunity sprinted out of the room, wailing and crying. His feet still soft as they thundered away in fear, but I was to shocked to enjoy it.

This feeling I knew all to well, I got it every time I saw a hot chick at the bar, or when I would walk up to talk to a pretty girl, and it was the same feeling I would feel during a one nightstand, the same feeling I would get when I watched Madonna sing on the tele. It was the feeling I felt a lot in my outside life, the one with the bar fights, and the romantics that only lasted a couple hours.

A feeling that a guy couldn't in his right mind make me feel, it was just not possible!

Especially with someone like 2d!

...

Why the hell am I feeling... Lust toward My Hot Kiss A** Singer?

I liked this chapter, until it got brutal, sometimes I think that I enjoy torturing Jamies characters too much.

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