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Impure Thoughts	By : TwiggerZimmer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 5758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Gorillaz. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Impure Thoughts
- 2-Close Call
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A/N: Gorillaz still aren’t mine, but I do love them.
This part of the story takes place about two years after the release of their first album. Noodle was 10 then, so she’s 12 in this part of the story. This is just before the band tries to make a movie and go their separate ways before making the new album.

Warnings: Well, if you’re reading this, you should know. If you’re uncomfortable with the thought of a minor in a sexual situation, don’t read. They’re just drawings anyway.

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Chapter 2: Close Call

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2D was plagued by strange dreams at night. He remembered smooth, pale olive skin and dark hair. Dark obsidian eyes would laugh at him as the girl was just out of his reach, yet all over him at the same time. On these nights he would wake with a massive hard on and proceed to take a cold shower. He’d been taking a lot of cold showers lately.

The singer thought it best to just avoid Noodle for a while and lay low in his car park bedroom. He only came out for food and other necessities. Whenever the two happened to be in the kitchen at the same time, he made it a point to not look at her. He figured the best way to get the thoughts out of his head would be if he could just get her out of his mind in general. Sometimes he thought he could feel her eyes on the back of his head. Did she suspect that he was a pervert? He was wracked with guilt and began taking his painkillers more often than he should.

As a result of all of this, Noodle thought that he hated her.

Murdoc, on the other hand, was beginning to think his band was falling apart. He saw 2D getting too into his drugs, Noodle was becoming quieter and more antisocial than usual, Russel was eating far too much and had been arguing with Del at odd times of the night. Murdoc especially didn’t like this because it cut into his sleep whenever he happened to fall asleep on the couch in the studio. At least he assumed that Russel was fighting with Del, considering most of the time it looked and sounded as if Russel was talking to himself. Maybe the drummer was going crazy.

Murdoc took a swig of Vodka. He didn’t know if it was after noon or not. He couldn’t remember the last time he cared. Or if he ever did.

“And I’m a bloody alcoholic. My band is falling apart and as their leader I should take charge. Fuck, I’m talking to myself like Russel, bad sign.” He took another swig of vodka as the aforementioned drummer walked into the kitchen muttering to himself. Murdoc watched as he took over half of the contents of the fridge and carried it all away to eat in his room.

“Satan help me.”

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Run, run, stumble, corner, dash, leap over trash, run, door, trip, run, door, stop.

Noodle panted as she stood in front of 2D’s door. Her hand was raised to knock, but she almost felt too nervous. She didn’t want to smother him and make him hate her even more, but right now she had a message from Murdoc, so that was her excuse. She knocked twice and held her breath. And held it. And held it. When she figured he wasn’t there, she let out a sigh, and then sucked the air right back in in a gasp when 2D opened the door wearing nothing but his underwear.

They stared at each other for a long moment. 2D’s mind was slow to react; he felt drunk on his pain killers and so he did no object when Noodle walked in and sat on his bed. Why do I feel like I’m in a porno? Oh, I’m in my undies.

Noodle knew that 2D was out of it, she could tell by his face. Though she was a little worried about him, she didn’t want to pass up the opportunity of seeing him mostly naked. She had wondered if her mind was maturing faster than her body, because she had become very interested in the bodies of members of the opposite sex. She knew she wasn’t ready for sex yet, but she had never even been kissed. She was beginning to feel a little gypped.

2D was still standing by the door, now closed, and was staring off into space with a confused expression on his face. “Where did I put me pants?”

Noodle giggled.

“Oi, Noodle girl, when did you get here? I’m not wearin’ any pants!” He turned and tripped over his own feet, landing face first on one of his synthesizers. Lucky for him he felt nothing due to the pills he’d already taken, but this didn’t stop Noodle from rushing over to help him up and try to fix his bleeding nose. She pulled him over to his pinkish-purple bed and held one of his socks up to his nose.

“You know you should take better care of yourself, and I don’t just mean your nose. How many of those pills did you take today?”

“You’re so nice. I remember when you firs’ got here. You didn’t know any English a’toll, ‘cept your name. Now you speak it better n’me.” He smiled at her and let the sock drop. His nose was still bleeding badly. Noodle wondered if he’d broken it. “Noodle is so nice to me. But I’m bad. I have a bad mind. Noodle is so nice and cute. Oops, I wunin’t s’pose ta say that. Hehe.” 2D started leaning forward, he was about to pass out and fall off the bed.

Noodle blushed and smiled as she picked up the sock and put it back up to his nose while pushing him back into a sitting position. He thinks I’m cute! He doesn’t hate me! Now I’m glad I came by here with Murdoc’s message. Crap, I’d forgotten.

“Um, 2D, if you feel well enough, Murdoc wanted us to..”

“No, no sock. It smells bad.”

Noodle laughed. “It’s your own sock. I didn’t want to get a clean one dirty. And it was easy to grab since you have so much dirty laundry and other stuff all over your floor.” He was so like a little kid sometimes.

2D tried to squirm away from the sock. Blood was now dripping down his chin and on to his chest. He tried to wipe it away and only succeeded in smearing it over his right cheek. Noodle had to straddle him to be able to get the sock back onto his nose. It was after getting into this position that she realized what she’d done. Ok. Act natural, like you don’t care. I don’t care that he’s only in his underwear. That I’m sitting on him with my legs apart. Oh, no! Do I look like a hussy? I’m acting like a hussy. I’m 12 ½ and acting like this, what’s wrong with me? I should behave myself. But he feels so warm...

Noodle had been looking away, but 2D had been looking directly at her once she sat on him. His head was beginning to clear and he was realizing just what was going on. Her legs were around him. He hands were at his face. She was in a skirt. His body began to react again.

“Fuck.”

“Huh?” Noodle turned to look at him. His black eyes never reflected any light, but they were like beacons for emotion. And right now he looked terrified.

“Please, Noodle, get off of me. I need you to get off of me now.”

Noodle remembered the last time she sat in his lap he’d freaked out after a while as well. He probably does think I’m a hussy. Damn it.

Without thinking about it, she placed her hand between his legs to push off from him. Her hand brushed against his growing hardness through the fabric of his underwear and she froze. Is that his... Oh, so that’s why he wanted me to get off. Was that the same reason that night on the couch? Did I cause this? She looked up at his face. His eyes were wide as saucers like a deer caught in headlights.

Noodle pressed her hand against the warm bulge experimentally, drawing a whimper from 2D. She wondered if it hurt. There was a lot she didn’t know about male anatomy. But damn if she was curious.

2D’s head was still a little in the clouds. He began to wonder if he was just imagining all of this. Noodle wouldn’t actually be here in his room, sitting on his lap, and feeling him up. He could feel her hand begin to rub along the fabric of his underwear. Her other hand glided along his abdomen, feeling his muscles quiver. 2D began breathing harder and closed his eyes. He knew that this was wrong, but he didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to hurt her feelings by telling her to go away. He didn’t want to lie to her by saying he didn’t want it. But this was wrong. His recent dreams made him ashamed of himself, but Noodle didn’t need to know about those. He was glad that she was innocent enough to not know how much of a sexual situation she was just in, though he was surprised that she had actually touched him. She was regarding his erection with only mild curiosity and didn’t seem to give it much thought. Does she know what it’s for? If she knew just what I keep wanting she’d run away screaming. I’m so awful. I’m like an older brother to her and it will always stay that way.

He dared not touch her, he was too afraid. She now ceased her attentions to his crotch and moved on to feeling and exploring every other inch of him. She wanted to take in the sight of him and the smell of him. He had a slight musky scent, but it was sweeter, almost like a girl’s. His hair smelt like sugar.

Her exploring hands began to tickle his sides and abdomen. She smiled as he broke his silence with a soft giggle.

Noodle was a little embarrassed to continue exploring 2D’s more intimate areas further, and she felt that 2D was a little uncomfortable with her touching him there anyway. Besides, she enjoyed tickling him even more and loved the way it made him smile. She loved how he wasn’t ashamed of his missing front two teeth. She thought it was adorable.

2D was relieved that things had become more innocently fun as he began tickling her back. Now if someone walked in they would think they were just having a tickle fight and that nothing else had happened, so long as they did not notice 2D’s raging hard on through his yellow and red briefs. I feel like I’m 14 again, not able to control myself. I don’t want to frighten Noodle away. I don’t want her to think that I’m a perverted gross old man, though I am. Well, I’m not really old, but I am a sicko. She’s 12! I don’t want to corrupt her, but I feel like I already am, in a way. I do like being this close to her, even though it is wrong. She smells like Jasmine.

“Mmmm...” 2D pressed his face into her hair to breathe in her scent. She smile up at him before attacking him again. He laughed until he felt that he was about to split his side, then decided to take the offensive. Tickling is innocent enough, right? He tried to reassure himself.

Noodle was having the time of her life. She’d had a crush on the blue haired man for several months now and was loving all the attention she was getting from him. She could feel the muscles in his lithe body, but he was very gentle with her. She could tell he was being cautious to only touch her arms, sides, and legs. At least he’s not avoiding me or just doing nothing anymore.

The two giggled and rolled around on the bed tickling each other, just having a good time. Finally they stopped and smiled at each other. 2D was mostly sitting on top of her, his hands on her wrists to stop her from tickling him more. Their faces were inches from each other’s. 2D gulped and Noodle closed her eyes expectantly.

“Noodle, where the bloody hell are ya? I told ya to get the dullard! 2D, we have rehearsal!” Murdoc’s screaming voice could be heard echoing in the car park through the door. It was coming closer.

The pair froze in their tangle of limbs and 2D knew what it would look like if Murdoc stormed in right then. They panicked.

“Oh shit! We can’t be seen like this! Murdoc’s gonna kill me!” 2D scooted away from Noodle and started biting his nails frantically. Though Noodle didn’t really think they were doing anything all that wrong, she did not want to get 2D into trouble.

Noodle jumped off the bed and pulled the blanket out from under 2D. He flailed a bit as he toppled backward. She then threw the pink sheet over him as Murdoc began to bang on the door. She turned and whispered to the blanket, “Look like you’re sleeping on your side, play along.”

Noodle opened the door as soon as 2D was settled.

“What’s taking so long? Dullard, get the fuck up!”

“He’s been really tired, I think 2D is sick,” Noodle lied. Unfortunately, Noodle was not the best liar. Murdoc looked at her ruffled hair and arched an eyebrow under his thick bangs.

“You two just been goofing off?” He started to pull the covers off of 2D.

“I’m not decent!” 2D yelled. Thankfully his erection had mostly gone down, so it was not obvious. Murdoc wasn’t looking there anyway.

“Why the hell’s your nose all bloody? Fuck, half your goddamn face is covered with blood!” He looked from one band mate to the other. Noodle looked guilty and 2D looked terrified. If he didn’t know any better, Murdoc would have thought they were acting like teenagers caught making out by their parents. But Noodle was only 12 and he suspected 2D of being gay, so dismissed that train of thought. He jumped to his own conclusions on what happened.

Murdoc sighed. “Two Dents, don’t tell me you got beat up by a girl?”

“Um... er, she didn’t really beat me up. You see... I, um, I fell. Yeah.”

Murdoc just looked at him with his mismatched eyes and started laughing. It started deep in his thought and turned into a loud cackle. “Bwaahahahaha! That’s some funny shit. Don’t you know that’s the oldest excuse in the book? You sound like an abused house wife. Fell, ha!”

Noodle decided this story worked and went along with it. “Yeah, he wouldn’t get up, so I tried to take his blanket. Then we fought over it and I punched him in the nose accidentally. I didn’t want you to get mad at me so I told him to pretend he was sick.” She looked at 2D and nodded for him to agree.

Murdoc chuckled. “Aw, Princess, I’m not mad at you, I just think it’s funny. 2D must be afraid of you.” He laughed some more and pat her on the head. “Now, get out all your guitars and whatnot, we’re gonna rehearse and write new songs today.”

Noodle looked back at 2D as she left and gave him a small smile which he returned. Once she was out of sight, Murdoc turned to 2D and grabbed him by the throat.

“You’ve been off in La La Land with your pills more often than not lately and I’m getting sick of it. Ever since you and that Paula bitch broke up you’ve been acting weirder than usual. My band hasn’t practiced in too long and you’re not gonna get out of it just cause you’re doped up and have a bloody nose. And put some pants on, for fuck’s sake. Noodle’s just a little girl, she doesn’t need to be seein’ that shit. Now shape up, or I’ll give you more than just a bloody nose.” Murdoc let go of 2D’s neck and strode out the door. “Be in the studio in less than five minutes. And clean your ugly mug,” he called over his shoulder as he slammed the door shut.

2D hugged himself and sighed. Murdoc’s right. Noodle is just a girl. I shouldn’t get so close to her. I don’t think she understands that it’s not good that we did get so close. I shouldn’t have let her touch me like that. I’m so didrty.

He grabbed fistfuls of his blue hair and pulled as hard as he could. He ignored the tears that welled in his eyes as he began throwing on some clothes. He then walked out in his untied shoes to head to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. I can’t do that anymore. I almost kissed her. Did she want me to?

“Fuck.” This was going to be harder than he thought.
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