Okay, so soon - i promise I'm going to stop bombarding you with stories!! I'll give it a rest for a while I'm going to have to anyway what with school starting up again. It was my first day back today, I was in school 5 hours and had one lesson - so in my insane amount of time off I wrote this!
D/C: Nothing that is Boosh belongs to me - It belongs to Noel Fielding and Julian Barrett, who are on the Jonathon Ross show tonight!! WOOP WOOP
Anyway, this is just a little one shot from the girl who literally can't stop writing!! Sorry!
I don't know if I meant to scare him… I guess I did. I scared him because then he needs me to protect him, just like I need him to protect me. He needed me once, he needed what I had. I felt wanted, important. I felt like my life wasn't a waste of time, like I had a purpose. But he hardly ever needs me, not now he's with her. She needs him. He needs her. There's no place for me there. There's no place for me in his life.
I had him for a while. We had it all. We were going to be happy. I know we were. We would have sat at home, happy in each others company. We could have made beautiful electro music together and maybe a bit of jazz funk. He likes jazz. But she came and stole him. She rose up from the smoke and took the only man I've ever loved away from me. I tried to get him back, of course I did. I'll never give up, I'll chase him forever. He'll never escape me - I love him.
I've still got his picture on my wall. I draw him sometimes, his little generic face like a balloon, his moustache, his big muscular arms. I just want to be held. I just want him to hold me. At night, when it's cold and dark, I dream that he's with me. I dream that she's dead. I dream that her heads on my wall. Her stupid dark hair, her big blue eyes. She even looks like me, she looks just like me - same face, same nose, same eyes. That's how I know he wants me, deep down. I know he does.
I found out where they live. Him and his ugly girlfriend. I'm going to hurt her. She'll regret the day she stole him from me. We were going to have a future together. He promised. He told me he loved me - at least he suggested he did. We'd have been happy together.
"I could make you happy Howard, if only you'd let me." I told him. But he chose her.
I know I will never love again. I promise he will never love again. No one stands me up. No one promises me marriage and then deserts me. Not even Howard Moon! No one plays their damn love games with me! I will win Howard back!
I'm Old Gregg!