When Murdoc woke up the next day, he was slightly disappointed that he wasn't woken up in the middle of the night by any calls or texts from 2d. He got up and left his house, this time slightly later so that he wouldn't run into 2d's mom. Luckily, when he got to 2d's house the coast was clear.

Unlike yesterday, today 2d woke up immediately when Murdoc opened the door to his room. Dazed, he stared at him.

"Mudz...? What are you doing here?" 2d sat up. Murdoc walked up to him and sat down on the bed beside him.

"I came to take care of you." Murdoc pat 2d's blue hair, looking at him with a weak smile. "I see your fever's gotten better."

"Yeah." 2d confirmed. "Why did you come so early? You could've just come at the normal time, so we can go to school together."

"Heh. You're not going to school." Murdoc chuckled.

"What do you mean? I feel better!" 2d protested.

"Yeah, but I want you to get well as soon as possible, so you still have to stay in bed today." Murdoc explained.

"Then why are you here?" 2d pouted. "Did you just come here to tell me that?"

"No, I told you I came here to take care of you."

"But what about school? I'm well enough to take care of myself."

"Fuck school." Murdoc swore. 2d could see that Murdoc wasn't going to take no for an answer. As usual.

"Fine..." when did this happen? 2d asked himself. "So what do you want to do? Play video games?" Why and how?

"Sure, but get some more sleep first."

"Ok." I don't understand. 2d continued thinking as he lay back down, making some space for Murdoc. 2d felt an arm around him as Murdoc cuddled him from behind. When did he start caring about me...? A few months ago he hated me, but now? What is this? I still remember the day when he said he wanted to be friends with me, I never thought he'd take it so seriously... For crying out loud, he ditched school yesterday to take care of me when I was sick! He's doing it again today! And he's always so flipping nice! Why???

I like it. I like him. I know I can't ignore this anymore, I want to be friends with him, I really do! What's wrong with me? Why am I so keen on spending so much time with him? Why do I like it?! Why do I... enjoy it... his every touch... every kiss... every hickey he leaves on my body... he wants me. I know he does, because he's a possessive cunt. He finds me attractive, it doesn't matter that he doesn't have any romantic feelings towards me. He just wants me to be his fucking possession. He wants to own me.

No one can come near me because of him, they're petrified. I can't go talk to other people either... he marks me as his. First it was the bruises, now it's the hickeys. My stomach is covered in them. He wants me to know that I belong to him, he wants me to give in, let him have me. I'm tempted to... I'm so fucking tempted to see what he's going to do to me!

I know he's trying to gain my trust, and fuck, he did. The way he treats me, takes care of me... after what he's done for me, of course I'm going to trust him. I don't know if it's a good idea, but I don't care. No one has ever made me feel this way... I WANT him to have me. I want him to touch me. To kiss me, fuck, even to use me. I don't care! But does he? He creates the illusion that he does, and I ... don't know if I believe him. But I trust him.

Why would he want to go so far to befriend me, if he's going to abandon me afterwards? He's not going to abandon me. He cares. I want him to. He's the only person who wants me like this, who's willing to be there for me. Maybe I care too... about him... because I want to stay with him. I know, crazy. But he changed so much, at least in my eyes. He definitely has a softer side to that stone heart of his. And those demon eyes are set on me, on my soul.

I think... it's easy for him. It's easy to do all those things to me because we're close. I don't think he'd ever do that with any other guy. I don't think I'll ever allow any other guy to touch me like that... I'm only his. And he's only mine. I think he knows it too. That's why he hasn't been sleeping with any birds lately. But we're not dating. I'm not gay. He's not gay. It's just a little thing we have...

"Murdoc... What are we?" 2d asked. Murdoc immediately sensed the seriousness in his voice.

"Best friends...?" Murdoc wearily answered, reluctantly friend zoning himself. This wasn't the time for flirting.

"...ok." And with that 2d returned to sleep, so did Murdoc. Just friends...

2d was a tad bit disappointed to say that they were "just friends", maybe in the depths of his heart he wanted to be something more, but was too afraid to admit it... too afraid to make the first move... After this incident 2d definitely started trusting Murdoc.

Murdoc ended up staying for the whole day, playing games with 2d, and then they spent the weekend in the exact same way. When they came back to school it turned out that while they were gone, Russel actually managed to make a friend. There was only a few days left until the Christmas break so Murdoc decided not to bother them.

Those days were spent in peace. 2d even got a message from a childhood friend. She said she was coming to their area for Christmas and wanted to meet up. 2d agreed, remembering all the good times they spent together, how he used to have a crush on her...

I wrote too much in the last chapter so I had to cut it down to two chapters. Double update means that technically I'm allowed to leave you on this cliffhanger.