(A/N:Hola'! Back from Mexico!! lol. Just kidding. But I wrote this about a year ago and never got the chance to put it up but since the new Gorillaz album, Plastic Beach, is making it's debut in a few days time I decided now would best the time to post it. Most of the info is...meh, some what accurate. Got it out of "Rise of the Ogre" but the other stuff came out of my mind. So I tried to type them accents....yeah, that might not have worked so well. If you can't understand what their saying....sorry. lol. I'm honestly not stupid! I know how to spell it's just like I said I was trying to give them accents. Well enjoy the story!! Tell me what you think!)

Chapter One

The radio blared as we made our way down the street in a dull purple dune buggy.

Smiling, I sang along to the song on the radio and snapped my fingers. Bailey, having no patience, flicked her half-done cigarette in my face and changed the radio station.

Whipping the ashes from my forehead I sank down in my seat, rubbing the burn mark the cancer stick had left.

"Could you slow the fuck down?! I'm not in the mood for dying today!!" Demetri shouted from the back seat, holding on to a bar that was connected to the side of the car. "Oh shut you' bloody face. I'm not in tha' mood to ea' ya whine!!" She shouted back, turning the stereo up all the way and speeding up making the car hit a hundred.

Still accelerating we were about to reach a green light a couple of yards ahead when it turned yellow.

Bailey, instead of stoping, sped up.

Just as the light turned red and we were about to pass by, a camouflaged Geep collided with our car. Both vehicles skidded to a halt. Bailey jumped out of the buggy and the driver of the Geep jumped out of his car and the two began to scream and point senselessly at one another. You'd think a crowd would have gathered around but this was the slippery part of town where no one could really be trusted and when trouble accrued where the cops would show up everyone would crawl back in the hole they came from.

The driver of the van was a yellowish/greenish skinned man with dirty teeth and greasy black hair. Bailey and this man seemed to be a perfect pair. From far away you'd think they were a fighting couple. She had long black hair and a well sculpted face that always appeared to have a frown present on it.

She only smiled if she was drunk or if she was beating up on me and to think of it, that's pretty often.

Two more people got out of the Geep. A small Japanese girl and a big black man. The black man held Bailey's perfect match back and Demetri, not wanting to be left out, jumped out over the side of the buggy along with his mate Robert and held Bailey back.

Sighing, I got out of the car too but decided to hang back. Leaning against the jacked up buggy, the radio still turned on but not a loud as it was, I hummed along to a song by Blur. The fight between the two had come to a brief halt but they still looked pissed off.

A boy or a young man to be correct, with sunk in black eyes strolled over and propped himself up against the buggy beside me. His hair was the complete polar opposite of mine, bright blue, while mine was a deep red. "Sorry 'bout Mudds. E's gotta bad tempa'." He said, his two front teeth missing. "Oh! By tha' way. My name's 2-D." He added.

I smiled back and shook my head. "S'alright, Bay's gotta pretty nasty tempa' too. She's nomlly' not tis' mad though. Guess it's cause' I jus' got back 'ome and she 'ad to drive all the way from 'ere to tha' ai'port." I say.

Completely forgetting to introduce myself I put my hand out for him to shake. "I'm Sky." I smile even bigger.

He quickly shakes my hand and goes back to leaning against the buggy. "Get ova 'ere Dullard!" Bailey yelled at me, seeming to be getting along with the Mudd's guy know. "You to face-ache!!" Mudd's yelled at 2-D. The both of us let out a sigh and walked over to the group. Robert and Demetri were gone. They had decided it wasn't worth the trouble of waiting for a ride with us.

When 2-D and I came over to the odd looking bunch Bailey gave me a look I'd never seen before. Being shorter than me she grabbed my shoulders and hisses in my hear, "Sky. You know 'ho they ah' don't you?!" She says this rather loudly and the black man chuckles.

Turning around I look at them carefully but linger on 2-D for a few seconds more. Honestly not know who they were I look back towards her and shake my head no. "I 'ave no idea, Bay."

She smacks me in the back of the head and grumbles some curses in my direction. "Their Gorillaz, Stupid!" She snaps.

"Hmmmmm. Well tha's kinda a rude thing ta say. They dun look like monkey's ta me." I say to her with an air of honesty in my voice.

Her whole face turns a nasty plum color as she shakes with anger. "Gorillaz......the...band. You ass-hat." She growls between gritted teeth.

Taking a few steps out of her reach I look them over once more. "Gorillaz, Gorillaz." I repeat trying to place the name in my head. "Oh! Gorillaz! I know you! You play that' song 19/2000!" I smile widely. "Yeah that's us!" 2-D chimes.

"Well, your rich and everyfin' . Wot' ah' ya gonna' do 'bout my buggy?!" Bailey got back to the previous subject. "S'not my fault you don't know 'ow to drive, love!" Mudd's sneered, starting another argument.

The three other members of the band make there way over to me. "Uh Sky, This 'ere is Russel, " He motions to the black man, "And that thea' is Noodle." He points to the japanese girl. Noodle smiles at me, "Konichiwa Sky-Chan. Ikaga Desu Ka?" Greeting me she shakes my hand. Russell nods his head in my direction and gives me a short, "Sup'?"

" 'Ello. Er, so, uh wot 'appened?" I ask motioning to the Geep.

"Murdoc wen' threw tha' ligh'. Guess e' though' no one was comin'." 2-D replied, letting out a sigh.

"Sorry." I mutter.

They all shot me a look of confusion.

"Wot fo'? You didn' do nuffink." 2-D asks.

"Well is' ou' faul' to. I mean Bailey could of stopped bu-"

"Ey. It's not a big deal. No use crying over spilled milk right?" Russel pat my back.

"Unless is' chocolate!" 2-D butt in but with a glare from Russel he shut up.

"Anyways, what happens, house is just up the hill there. Well bring your buggy up there and have it fixed up." He finished, pointing to a dreary looking mansion on top of a landfill. Any normal person looking at it would be terrified out of their wits and stay as far away as they could but the house on top of that landfill drew me in with a light of curiosity.

Russel walked at a slow pace to their Geep and opened the trunk. Pulling out one of those chain things to tow cars with he attached one end to their Geep and the other end to Bailey's buggy. I looked over at him with a look that asked, "whats' that for?".

"It doesn't look like your buggy's gonna make it up the hill." He said.

After a bunch of snarls of anger from Murdoc and cursing from Bailey we made it to the garage of their home which they had dubbed the name Kong Studios.

As soon as we go there Murdoc stomped off in the direction of a ratty looking winebago with Bailey right on his heals.

An old man with graying hair and an abnormally large nose with a tool belt on crawled under Bailey's buggy and began to....well......who really knows.

"That's Rusty our mechanic. He should be finished up in about an hour or so." Russel said before walking away, followed by Noodle.

Now it was just me and 2-D, well okay and Rusty but he wasn't paying one cent of attention to either one of us.

"So," 2-D began nervously. " you like pong?"

"Pong-Pong or Ping-Pong?" I smile.

"Pong-Pong. You know wif the controla's." He motions with his hands as if he had a controller in them.

"Yeah. Pong's grea'! I use' ta 'ave the real ol' one....but....Bailey sorta' stomped on it." I laugh half-heartedly.

"You wanna' go a few roun's? I got it."

"Sure. Tha'd be wicked."

Leading the way, he goes through a door out of the car park that leads down a stair well. At the bottom of the stairs was a door that he opens to reveal a dimly colored room with random and not so random objects strewn around the place.

Keyboards were hung all over the walls and at the back of the room was a shrine devoted to Tibet.

An orange bed was placed in the middle of the side wall, a computer layed beside it.

"Sorry 'bout the mess." He apologized, kicking a beer can as he made his was across the room.

"S'no big deal. My room's probably abou' in the same condition as you's."

Walking towards the back wall I examine the shrine more carefully.

Coming up beside me 2-D rubs the back of his head nervously. "Hee. Abou' tha'-"

"I fink is' cool. You win' to Tibet? I've been finkin' about goin' meself." I smile at him.

He sucked in air quickly as I said this and it made him sound like he gasped. "You really fink so? Well if ya do decide ta go you shoul' know is' real pretty ova' thea'. Everyone's real nice to. 'Ad no clue wot they was sayin' but it wos still nice." He gave a small laugh at the end.

I laughed as well. "Oh, ah, the game's ova' 'eah." He walked over to his bed and sat down, bending over to pick up two pong controllers.

He patted the spot beside him and I sat down. Handing me the remote he said,"You' on tha righ'. I'm on tha' left." Motioning to the three flat screens on the wall, I looked up. "Kay'" I smiled.

Playing Pong was a lot funner when I was a little kid. You know? Cause it was practically the very first video game.

I could sit there for hours and just stare blankly at the black screen as the little white ball....square thing bounced back and forth across the screen.

Well now......it was still pretty funny.

Except the fact that when you get older you, get more.....what's the term? Competitive? Yeah, that's it. More competitive.

Well, me and 2-D played Pong for a good long while until we were tied up but that competitiveness got out of hand and some how a lamp got broken along with one of the flat screens and I think I might have cracked a rib.

It wasn't all my fault though. 2-D threw his remote at the flat-screen, that's how that got broken and as I stood up on the bed to do my victory dance I fell and hit the night stand along with the lamp that was on it and that's how the lamp got broken and like I said, I think I cracked my rib.

Now that, my friends, is how two, some what sane people, can go crazy, by playing pong for to long. Yes that rhymed.

"You alrigh'?" 2-D came over and picked me up off the floor.

"Yeah. I fink so. Fought I broke my rib but guess is' jus' bruised. Hee. Uh, fea' game? Er, an, sorry 'bout ya' lamp." I laughed nervously.

He laughed too and shook his head. "S'alrigh'. An I didn' really like tha' lamp to much anyways. Personally,..........it kinda' creeped me out." At hearing this I bent over and burst out laughing. "I'm not jokin'!" He laughed with me.

After we cleaned up, we went up stairs and wondered the house. Which was huge if I do say so myself.

As we walked into a room with a giant tv I noticed Russel sitting in a seat staring blankly at the screen with is mouth dangling open and a scoop of ice cream dripping from a spoon in his hand. "Er....uh.....Russ?" I call softly walking towards him, 2-D right behind me.

Noodle comes skipping into the room and the movie playing on the screen changes.

"I was watchin that." Russel says, droping the spoon as he snaps back into reality.

As if they knew we were all here, Murdoc kicked the door open and Bailey followed right behind him, her lipstick smudged and her shirt ruffled.

"Le's go you dolt. S'time ta leave." She says, motioning me to follow her out the door.

"Leave?" I ask sadly.

Snorting angrily she grabs my arm fiercely and drags me out to the car park where the buggy must be waiting.

The band followed, 2-D walking at a quick pace to keep up and Murdoc not really looking like he cared much at all, striding behind everyone at a "I'll-get-there-when-I-want-to" pace.

As we walked up to the buggy I opened the passenger side door and got in, waiting for Bailey to start it up.

She was flirting with Murdoc, twirling her hair around her finger and saying she hopes they crash into each other again sometime. Murdoc put on his charm I suppose you can call it and whispered something in her ear and I'm pretty sure it wasn't sweet nothings.

Noodle and Russel came over and said their fair wells and then returned to what they were doing previously. Then 2-D came and leaned aginst the buggy, looking over at Bailey and Murdoc for a brief second he sighs.

" 'E alway's does this. Lewa's them in an' then....well.....hmmmm....I'm shua you can imagine tha' res'." He sighs again and shakes his head.

"Same wif Bailey. If it weren't fo' them jus' wantin' to do tha' nasty they'd be a pretty goo' couple." I reply, leaning my arms on the window frame. 2

-D looked at me and grinned. "Ey, I wos jus' wonderin' if I could maybe get ya numba'. So we coul' maybe 'ang out again or sommfin. I mean, uh, ya know if ya wanna'. Is' jus' tha'-" As he rambled I picked up a pen off of the floor that had been bitten on previously, probably by me ,hee-hee, and found a dirty crumpled napkin in the cup holder and wrote my name on it along with my number.

" 'Eah yah go. An' I'd love ta 'ang out again. Maybe next time thea' won' be any broken lamps." I handed him the napkin and we laughed at my crack on his evil looking lamp.

Pocketing the napkin, he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Well, uh, I'll see ya aroun'." he waves bye and heads for his room. "Yeah see ya."

As we drove out of the car park Bailey blew a kiss to Murdoc and he pretended to catch it and put it in his pocket. What she didn't see though, was that when she turned her head he took the imaginary kiss out of his pocket and stomped on it. I don't think it was personal, probably just the way he is.

Chapter 1 End