They sat there for a while like that, staring at the blank screen, they weren't even talking. 2d glanced at Murdoc and then quickly looked back to the tv screen. He lifted his cup to take a sip, unable to fully enjoy the taste of the tea because his tongue hurt. Why did his tongue hurt? Because as a silent protest against Murdoc 2d decided to take a sip of the tea before it was cool enough and ended up burning his tongue.

Whatever, it's not sweet enough anyway. The bluenette thought with a little pout. What's he still doing here? Does he have nothing better to do? Isn't he bored? The tv isn't even on! I'm surprised he hasn't started picking on me yet... he sighed. Is he waiting for me to do something? Talk to him maybe? Or is he just 'hanging out' with me?? I have no idea what's going on. We're friends now... Does that really change anything? Am I supposed to be nice to him now? He gave me a tea, maybe I should offer him one too? I am the house owner in this case... is he even serious about this whole friendship thing?? Ugh! This silence is killing me! How long is this going to continue?!

"U-Umm..." 2d couldn't help but break the silence. "So..." But he didn't know what to talk about.

"So- what?" Murdoc looked at him, still a bit angry about the bluenette not taking proper care of himself.

"Uhh..." 2d thought for a moment. "Are you... are you serious about this friendship?" No reply. Maybe I should have just kept quiet...

"Yeah." Murdoc finally stated. "I mean, why not, right? Wouldn't this be better?" 2d thought for a moment.

"... It's just as painful." He hesitantly replied.

"Painful?"

"With your aggressive hair drying." 2d joked, pretending to pout, but ended up smiling. Murdoc looked at him. I've never seen him smile before... only on pictures... 2d noticed that Murdoc was staring at him and stopped smiling, afraid he did something wrong. He needs to smile more... makes him look cute... Without thinking Murdoc raised his arm and started running his hand through 2d's blue hair, playing with the stray strands and massaging his scalp. "U-Umm... M-Murdoc?" 2d was confused.

"Your hair's really soft." Murdoc suddenly said, further confusing the bluenette. "I like it."

"...Th-Thanks??" What? 2d thought. Is he going to hurt me or something?? Or is he not?? Why would he randomly do that??

"Y'know, I've pulled your hair a lot before, dragging you around school and whatnot, but I never realised how soft it actually is." Murdoc seemed fascinated by his hair. 2d looked at him like he was crazy.

"U-Uhh..." What do I reply to that??

"Why did you say it turned blue again? Was it because you fell or something?" Murdoc asked, he seemed calm.

"Umm, I fell out of a tree..." The bluenette couldn't tell where this conversation was going, but he decided to play along to not annoy Murdoc again.

"Unbelievable.." Murdoc mumbled. "It's so blue." He tugged on the hair lightly, pulling 2d's head towards him and observing it more closely. "Y'know, I always wanted to.. touch it..." he slowed down as he realised how uncomfortable 2d must have been feeling. He quickly let go of his hair and stood up. The bluenette sat up, avoiding eye contact, a bit embarrassed. "Uhh.. what time did you say your mom was coming back?"

"Eleven." 2d looked up at him. Murdoc thought for a moment. Oh no. 2d thought. What's he thinking about?? Don't tell me he wants to drag me off somewhere while my mom isn't here! I'm not getting into that bloody car again!

"Well, it's getting late, and I bet you've got a lot of homework, so I think it's time for me to take my leave." Murdoc looked down at 2d. How the hell do I get him to trust me?? He shook that thought away and left the living room. "See you tomorrow."

2d could hear Murdoc walking down the hallway, he didn't dare to get up from the couch. He heard the front door being open, the jiggle of the keys and then the door was closed. Did he just..? His eyes widened as he heard the doors being locked from the outside. HE TOOK MY FUCKING KEYS! 2d jumped up from under the blanket and ran into the hallway. He looked at the closed door and sure enough the keys were missing. OH MY FUCKING GOD! Maybe he still hasn't driven off and I can ask for my keys back?? He ran towards the door and tried to open them. Fuck! I forgot it's locked! You might say that it was stupid of him to do that, but to tell the truth for that split second when he tried the doorknob there was hope in his eyes. Hope and denial.

2d could hear the car engine turn on and could see the cars headlights through the windows. He gasped and ran to the living room windows. He saw Murdoc driving away and his heart sank. He locked me in my own house... like a cage... He's treating me like a pet... Something to play about with when he's bored. Something he owns and takes for granted... I don't belong to him! 2d pouted and walked back into the hallway. He picked up his backpack and went upstairs to his bedroom. The backpack was then thrown onto the floor as 2d slumped face first into his bed.

What if my mom forgot her keys? His mind started imagining the worst case scenarios. What if she lost them? And someone's chasing her? She'd be locked out of the house! How do I explain myself to her? I can't just tell her Murdoc stole my keys, she hates him. She'd lecture me for hours if she found out how much time I spend with him. She's barely fine with the idea of us going to school together... School... How will I get to school tomorrow?! If I can't even get out of my own house... I feel like a chicken in a hen house... just waiting to be killed... 2d could feel the uncomfortable butterflies in his stomach because of the stress, he was starting to get a headache too. He closed his eyes and sighed, slowly drifting to sleep.

Let's talk about cars.

19-2000, Stylo, Saturnz Barz... all these music videos feature Murdoc driving a car...

We are told that Gorillaz live in the UK, right? Then why are the cars all "wrong"? You see, here in the UK the driver sits on the other side.

My theory is that Murdoc keeps importing cars from the US or Europe...

In 19-2000 and Saturnz Barz he drives on the "correct" side of the road (by the standards in UK), however in Stylo he doesn't, suggesting that it was filmed in America.