I was in class, and the size of the book I was reading, (Inkspell by Cornelia Funke) inspired me to write this. I have no idea why, though. XP

I don't Gorillaz.

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Chapter 1: Old Crone

Noodle blushed, glaring at Murdoc and the singer. Russel stood behind the guitarist, looking at records and not paying much attention. "I am not that short!" she growled, whipping the bassist's hand off of her shoulder. Murdoc laughed, elbowing 2D in the ribs. He shoved the singer until he and Noodle were back-to-back. He dwarfed her considerably. The singer chuckled, earning a nod of approval from the bassist, but a death glare from the teen. "Shut up! I'm going to Hot Topic." she growled, pushing the two men away. They laughed, earning a condescending look from Russel.

And old woman watched the teenager leave the record store, shaking her head. Hobbling inside, she passed the two men, pointing a finger at the tall, blue-haird one. She was about four feet tall, and her skin was wrinkled and lined with age. "You." she whispered, her voice hoarse. 2D jumped. Her voice sounded like the rustling leaves that danced about outside in the cold fall air. He shivered, turning around. "Y-yeah?" he asked, looking down at the woman. She glared at him with beady black eyes. "Bad idea." she croaked, pointing at the exit. She shook her head, poked his chest....hard. Then left.

Murdoc laughed, putting an am around the singer's thin shoulders. Normally, 2D would have jumped at the rare chance to be buddy-buddy with the bassist, but the old woman made him feel small and scared. His face paled. "Old crone." Murdoc shouted after her, pushing the singer away and grabbing a Black Sabbath record. 2D felt like he was going to be sick, but he waved it off, picking out an Offspring record.

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By the time Noodle had blown off the anger she was feeling, she had bought six different bandanas, a bunch of jewlery, four pairs of skinny jeans, three skirts, six shirts, two hats, a pair of boots, three pairs of gloves, nail polish, eye liner, and three pairs of glasses, one fo them being the Shutter Shades she was currently wearing. Russel raised an eyebrow at the multiple bags she was struggling to carry. Murdoc just patted her back, bragging about how they could afford to spend money on themselves.

As they were climbing into the Hummer Murdoc had recently bought, 2D was suddenly very, very tired. He collapsed in the back with Noodle's new clothes, his head pounding dully. The guitarist leaned over the seat, staring at the singer. She, for once, didn't care that he hurt. She felt a little guilty for it, but she was still a little pissed for him being so much taller. I'm not that short, she thought, leaning back into the seat and staring out the window.

A/N: Yeah, it's not much right now, but it'll get better. :3