A/N: So, I felt like writing a Christmassy thing, even if I am several months late. I love Christmas, so I thought this would be easy. I was wrong. Still, at least I didn't have to put up with wind noises as I was trying to write. This one is set only a little while after they move into the flat, and they're a bit poor this year. Enjoy ;)

Christmas one*
"Howard?"
"What?" Howard groaned as he surfaced from his dreamworld.
"Are you getting up now?" Vince jumped on the edge of the bed, rocking it. The springs squeaked loudly and Vince got up quickly.
"No." Howard replied. "It's five am."
"Well, I think you should. The bed sounds like its gonna break."
"It will if you keep jumping on it."
"Sorry. Look, please get up Howard. I want to give you my present." Howard sat up and sighed.
"Fine." he stood up and put on his dressing gown, before following Vince into the living room. The plastic tree was looking a little worse for wear now, but they couldn't afford a new one. They had the usual two presents; Howard's from Vince and Vince's from Howard. Howard knew that his present to Vince wouldn't be as happily received as he hoped, it never was, but he thought it'd be okay. They sat down on the sofa and began to pull off the wrapping paper together. Howard's eyes lit up to see the large wooden box full of compartments for his stationery. He thanked Vince, and hugged him for a moment, enjoying the moment of rare contact; he only showed this side of himself at Christmas. Vince tore the paper from his gift just as eagerly, but frowned to see the spookily similar wooden box. When he found the clasps and opened it, however, he grinned as widely as he always did. It was a box full of art materials; acrylics, watercolours, pens, pencils, pastels, paper, and a canvas. Vince had always enjoyed drawing, so Howard had thought it perfect. It turned out he was right. Vince hugged him again, nearly squashing him, he was holding on so tight.
"Howard, you are the best, most brilliant mate in the world."
"No I'm not. That's you."
"Well, we can share the title."
"Yeah."
"Howard?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you like Christmas?"
"Yeah, of course. Why?"
"Well, you always look a bit miserable."
"That's my style, Vince. I'm the misery maverick."
"It doesn't suit you."
"What?"
"You should be happy, Howard. It looks better."
"What are you on about?" Howard began to smirk.
"See, that's better. It suits you to smile."
"Umm... Thanks."
"S'alright. You're my best mate. I'm meant to compliment you sometimes." he blinked meaningfully at Howard.
"Does that mean I have to compliment you now?" Vince nodded. "Oh, god. Well... You've got really cool hair. And you were right when you said all hats suit you. Even my hat suits you."
"I know, right? Thanks, Howard. You're amazing."
"You too, Vince."