Weluv2DandMurdoc

I hate him. Ever since we started what we have. I mean, we didn’t really get along before, but ever since the day we shagged, I’ve hated him more. Truth is, I love him. But I hate as well. The reason being? He said he loved me. While we were shagging, he moaned “I love you Murdoc”. He shouldn’t love me. I don’t even love myself. But he loves ME. I hate his pretty boy looks. I hate his stupidity. I hate the way he squints his eye when he gets confused. I hate the way he pronounces my name ‘Muhdoc’. I hate his electric azure hair. I hate his goofy, gap toothed grin. I hate the fact that turns me

Chapter 3: Anything Can Happen They just stared at what stands before them, a big-ass crate almost as tall as Murdoc. "Now, wot in Satan's name is this?" "Maybe a fan gif'?" "Some fan then..." Murdoc pressed his ear against the crate and knocked on it. Its very hollow. He assumed the crate was too big for the package. Scanning near the area, 2D found a crowbar near some pile of rubbish. "Shall we see wots inside den?" 2D said as he held the crowbar in his hands. Murdoc stepped back, deciding to let 2D open it. He fitted the end of the crowbar into a slit on the crate. As 2D began to push, Murdoc could hear some shuffling from inside th

Chapter 4: What Was Wanted To Change Have Changed After the day they went to the movies, 2D and Murdoc went out of Kong like, four times a week. Noodle and Russel are genuinely happy for that but their curiosity still isn't satisfied since they still can't get answers from the two, especially Murdoc. Its noon, and the two Brits are in the living room, thinking where they want to go. Murdoc feels lucky for some reason. "Muhdoc, I wanna go ta da park" "Sure, Stuart" "Heh, since when did yew call me by me first name?" "Just now. Wot, does et bother yew?" "No, no, ets fine actually. I'm just used ta only me family callin' me dat. But yer a