I'm Useless, But Not For Long (2D x OC)

C4: Unpacking the Stuff

"Hey, this is Chay. You called me..."

"Oh 'ight, I ded! How 're yew doin todai?"

I exchanged glances with Star. This was really the real deal. I could just imagine that cute little fluffball talking on the other end. {A/N-At this point in time, they've only released 'Gorillaz' so Chay knew what he looked like from 19-2000 and Clint Eastwood}

"Enyone 'ere?"

"Oh, um yeah, I'm doing pretty good, you?"

"Gud luv, I'm doin gud maself. So, you play the guitar?"

"Yep. And you sing."

He let out a giggle (cutest fing ever) "Yea ai do."

Star pointed to outside the window, where our trailer was parked. I let out a fuck underneath my breath and looked at the phone, where 2D was waiting. "Sorry, I'd love to talk more, but our stuff just came and we have to unpack." He offered to help, but I shook him off. We exchanged goodbyes and I hung up, still tightly clutching my poor Samsung. Star walked downstairs, probably to get some of the coffee I had prepared last night, and left me wondering if what had just happened really did happen. I mean, it did, but I was still so dumbfounded!

"Chay! The guy is wanting us to sign some shit! GET DOWN HERE!"

I giggled and set the phone down on my bed as I made my way downstairs to complete the "transaction" of our stuff.

"Thank GOD!" Star exclaimed. "Now, let's unpack our shit! I MISS MY POUNDERS!"
-She calls her drums her "pounders"-

I sighed and handed her the keys to unlock the trailer while I set up my speaker so we could listen to music while unloading. Hey, both science and my personal experience have proved that music improves productivity. "Playing 'MOVING MOOZAC'"The speaker blared. Lucky for us that we were out in the middle of, well, nowhere! We could make as much noise as we wanted!

We were about 3/4 done with packing when I saw the beat-up Winnebago again. I was walking out of the house with a water bottle in my hand due to dehydration, and Star was laying down on the ground (we'd just lifted our furniture into the house, and it took a LOT of muscle.) I heard the door open and stood up, quickly making an attempt to fix up my hair in case 2D ignored my request not to come and help. It was not 2D, but the opposite. Gggrrreeeaaattt... *attempt at making that drawn out*

"Why hhhello there, lovelies. And how are we this lllovely evening?"

Fuck. It was Murdoc. Yes, the pickle himself. I hissed in annoyance. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a long sleeve shirt. I thought that it was a tad overkill to wear a longsleeve in the middle of summer, but I really have no room to talk since I was wearing my hoodie earlier. Oh well. At least he was still donning the satanist's cross necklace.

"Just fine until you showed up. I'm Chay, this is my friend Star, and we're currently in the process of moving in, thanks for offering help."

He looked genuinely taken aback, which was surprising due to the fact that he was a total dick. "Well, I'm Murdoc, and I was going to offer you help, thanks so much for cutting me off like you did. Dents told, well no, I looked through his phone, and I saw that he had been texing you, so I thought I'd swing by and get a glimpse of what you looked like. And, let me tell you darling, you're way too good to be talking to that loser."

His eyes "managed" to find their way down to my chest, and he got slapped right across the face for that. I must say, my boobs are huge and awesome, but that doesn't mean that he needs to see them.

"Umm... excuse me? You aren't going to tell me not to talk to him just because you're jealous, and don't you ever, I mean ever look at my tits like that again. You can help by getting out some of the larger boxes and putting them on that dolly over there. Thanks."