A/N: My first Gorillaz story, because when I noticed how few there are, I had to put in my contribution. Hope you all like it! And, I might make more following this one!

Disclaimer: Gorillaz belongs to Mr. Murdoc Niccals, demon bass player. And, seeing as I am not him, which is a sad sad shame, I'm sure you know the answer to this question.

Noodle sat on the couch in their living room, idly tuning her guitar, completely bored out of her mind. It was times like these that she wished she had a female companion to hang out with.

At 16 years of age, Noodle had never had a real female friend in her entire life! Sure, there was the occasional girlfriend 2D or Russel, and on the rarest of occasions, Murdoc had that stuck around longer than the others, but, they were all older then her, and looked at her like a kid, either acting all high and mighty toward her or babying her. Either way, not her kind of friend.

Sure, she had 2D, Russel, and Murdoc, but, that wasn’t the same. She wanted someone she can do makeovers with, or do each other’s hair, listen to music together and dance their bodies off. She wanted someone to gossip with or to stay up eating ice cream and watching chick flicks. She wanted to be able to share her intimate secrets with another girl, and to giggle about how cute a certain guy is. All in all, she wanted a friend.

With a sigh, she lifted herself off the thing they called a sofa, and made her way to the lift, strumming her instrument as she walked.

She was soon in her room, watching the fan on her ceiling twirl while contemplating her boredom. Mike was lying besides her mimicking her lounging position with his hands behind his head and his legs crossed.

What could she do?

With a sigh, she rolled over on her stomach, and began looking at the many decorations hanging on her walls, mostly posters from her favorite bands. Her gaze fell on her large selection of music, and she absently noted that she should probably update it soon.

Suddenly, she jumped up in happiness, completely scaring Mike out of his wits.

“That’s it! I’ll go down to the record store and get some new music!” She said happily, and quickly jumped to her closet to get ready.

After searching for about five minutes for the perfect outfit, she finally got one. Picking it out, she motioned for Mike to shut his eyes, and he happily obliged, shutting his milky white eyes and covering them with his hands. With a smile, Noodle quickly undressed and got into the outfit she picked out.

When she finished, she told Mike he could look now, and once again, he obliged, and continued to watch her as she finished getting ready.

Quickly gelling up her hair to make it look even more choppy and punk rock then it already did, she put on her makeup, and the guitar pick necklace 2D had gotten her for her 14th birthday, while adding many of her bracelets to go with the chocker, and picking out her guitar shaped earrings as well. After pulling on her knee high boots, and her black zip up hoodie, she turned to Mike and asked for his opinion.

The monkey held his chin and scrutinized her image before jumping off the bed and dashing toward her hat rack that she had and pulled off one of them, and placed it artistically on her head. Stepping back, the primate nodded his approval and gave her the thumbs up. Giggling, the young teen turned to her mirror and looked at her image with approval.

She was wearing her black layered mini-skirt with one of 2D’s shirts, the pink one with the caption Pink Rabbit says shot to ill and a picture of a cartoon bunny with a gun. She wrapped two of her belts around her waist, the first to going through the loopholes of her skirt, and the second army colored one, hanging around her hips in a slant. With her hoodie opened and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, she wasn’t ashamed to admit that she looked hot! Especially with her purple colored makeup accenting her features.

With one more look over her outfit, she quickly grabbed her keys, cellphone, and the black and silver switchblade Murdoc had given to her when she turned 14, the same day 2D gave her the chocker she was wearing, and placed it in the hidden holster of her boot.

‘Never go anywhere without protection, especially where we live’ the Bass players words of caution echoed through her head.

“Bye Mike! I’ll pick get you a new Lion King Soundtrack for you since the demons broke your last one!” Noodle called over her shoulder, while pocketing her wallet and exiting her room, smiling slightly as Mike understood her meaning and began jumping up and down with joy.

Shutting her door, knowing that if he wanted to, Mike could get out, Noodle made her way down to the car park and to her bluish-black Volkswagen Beetle Convertible, a car that was given to her that year and which she loved more than any of her possessions, save her guitar.

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The younger teen cruised down the road of Essex, her sunglasses blocking the glare of the sun and the wind rushing past her face. Nothing could be better!

With the ease only attained from practice, the guitarist parallel parked her car a block or two from the record store, and hopped out of the small car.

Making sure she had no valuables in the open toped car, she began making her way to her destination.

She kept her sunglasses on to better hid her identity, but, some people still recognized her, and a few rushed up to her for autographs. She did the polite thing, and signed whatever it was they handed to them, be it a backpack, hat, or piece of paper.

When she finally got away from her hoard of fans, she quickly rushed to her haven, the record store.

Once inside, she gave of a sigh of relief that she was one of the only ones in the store at the time and that her fans didn’t chase her down.

With a smile on her face, the young guitarist began browsing the aisles of the small store, picking up random albums as she went along, either putting them down or keeping them in her hand.

When she got to the last aisle, she had no less than 8 CD’s in her hands, along with 2 records, and about a dozen 8-track tapes. Normally, she wouldn’t have spent so much on music alone, even with her status as a Rock Star, which meant she was usually loaded, but, today happened to be a Sale, and almost everything was either 50 or 75 off! No way was she passing up a bargain like that!

She brought her purchases to the back of the store, where, seated behind a counter that was directly opposite of the front door, was a girl around her age headphones in her ears, feet propped on the counter, while leaning back in the rolling chair with a music magazine propped over her lap, while painting her nails a rocking purple. She also appeared to be singing some song. Talk about multitasking. Beside her on the counter was a pair of white vans with baby-blue hippos all over them.

As she neared the checkout counter, she began picking up the lyrics to the song she was singing, and placed it as one of The Beatles, also known as Eleanor Rigby. She didn’t seem to be aware of her presence, because she continued painting her nails and reading her magazine.

Placing her items on the counter, Noodle leaned against the table, crossing her arms and placing them in front of her, staring at the girl. The worker looked up and almost jumped out of her chair in surprise.

“Dear god! You scared the shit out of me!” She said in an American accent that blurred slightly with one from living in the UK for some time, quickly pulling out her head phones, and holding her heart, while looking at Noodle with wide, blue eyes.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean too, honest.” Noodle said through her laughter.

Finally shaking off her startled feeling, the girl smiled back and joined in on her laughter.

“Ah, no biggie. Just know that I’m not usually easily scared like that, and it’s very hard to sneak up on me.” She said as she began ringing up her many items.

“I’ll remember that.”

Noodle was taking quite a liking to this girl, because first off all, she was treating her like a normal person and not like some god-like celebrity, also she had some aura that she threw out that would make anyone instantly like her.

“Wow Noodle, you sure have a lot of purchases today.” The girl said, startling the guitarist out of her wits.

Laughing at her startled look, the female continued ringing up the music purchases.

“Oh, come on now. I work in a record store, and spend most of my time here, plus, we have every album Gorillaz has put out, I end up seeing you face quite often. Plus, I dig you music.” She explained with a smile.

Noodle gave an embarrassed smile and scratched the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Oh, don’t be shy about it! Hell, if I was a rock star, I would make everyone bow to my awesomeness. Okay, so, I do that now, but still!” She said, sensing the tension in the young musician.

Noodle openly laughed at her humor and felt he awkwardness melting away. When she got her laughs under control, she took this time to fully view the teen in front of her.

She had short, choppy hair that was dyed a blue tinted black, in a style similar to her own, except her bangs were longer and she let them frame her face instead of hanging over her brow. Pale skin and the silver blue eyes that she imagined 2D having if they hadn’t been knocked in, she wore only a little makeup. Eyeliner, eye shadow, mascara, and a small tint of lip gloss, but, it suited her.

She wore a baggy black shirt that looked like it belonged to a guy, like the one she was wearing, that had the caption Sarcasm; it beats killing people written in bold red and white letters. Hip hugging dark jeans, and bare feet, she was around her own height, give or take half an inch. Small silver hoops in her ears, and a leather bracelet with some name engraved into it and purple colored nails, Noodle guessed from her appearance alone that they had some things in common.

“What’s your name?” She asked as the last of her purchases were placed carefully into a plastic bag.

“You can call me Feet.” She said with a goofy smile that reminded her of 2D when he had done that made her very happy.

“Feet? Interesting name and I’m sure there’s an excellent story behind it.”

“Oh, that it is. You see, one day, one of the guys I work with fell in a heap around me feet. He looked up at me, and then at my feet and gave them a short smell, an easy feat seeing as I never wear shoes in here or anyplace I’m comfortable with. Anyways, he smells them and looks up at me with a crooked grin. ‘Your feet smell nice!’ He told me, and from that day on, everyone’s been calling me Feet.”

“Very nice! Kind of like how I got my name, which I’m sure you know how that happened.”

Feet nodded her head, smiling as she took the money Noodle handed her and put it in the cash register, and sorting out her change.

“Hey, do you want to hang out later? Go hang around the mall or something?” Noodle asked, taking the chance given to her to make a real friend.

“Sure! I get off in 15 minutes, so, if you want to stay and hang out here while I wait for my shift to end, we can go to this awesome bakery down the road from here that makes the best jelly doughnuts ever!”

Noodle agreed instantly.

The two continued talking, and found out they had quite a lot in common! Like her, Feet played an instrument, bass, and was madly in love with Ringo Starr from The Beatles. They both would rather take a full day of torture then having to listen to the entire Paris Hilton CD, and when it came to ice cream flavors, one was never enough.

As they continued their in-depth discussion on who would win in a battle of bands, Led Zeppelin or Black Sabbath, Noodle couldn’t help but think she found the one thing she had been wanting for some time, a girl her age who was becoming her best friend. She had a gut feeling that they would be hanging out often with each other.

This was the beginning of a long and eventful friendship.

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