Author's Note: Hey everyone! This is my first ever Boosh fanfic, and also the first fanfic I have written in years... so please be kind! It's going to be an ongoing chaptered fic which I plan to update once a day, really hope you enjoy it and any feedback is much appreciated!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Mighty Boosh, this is just for fun!

Chapter 1

It was in the early hours of the morning that Howard and Vince finally got back to the flat. The big full moon was shining brightly in the night sky through the window, a toothy, slightly vacant grin plastered across its cratered face. All was still and peaceful. Naboo and Bollo were tucked up in bed, with only the lightest hint of their snores echoing from the room from where they slept.

The two young men crept in quietly, placing their instruments down in the corner with care. It was hard to keep the noise down whilst struggling with a huge keyboard and guitar case but they were so used to carrying their gear around that they were experts in handling them by now. After all, they had been in a band together for well over two years now.

Once they had placed down the cases, Howard flopped down on the sofa in exhaustion. Vince soon joined him, settling down closely to his bandmate and lifelong friend.

"Well Sir," Howard exclaimed after a few moments of silence, "I'd say that went pretty well, eh?"

Vince looked bemusedly at the older man. "Pretty well? Howard, they hated us. They all booed us off the stage."

"Well... maybe there were one or two who didn't quite appreciate us."

"Someone threw a shoe at me."

"...or three..."

"There was a banner in the audience saying "Howard, I hate you""

"Well..."

"And your Mum was waving it!"

"YES ALRIGHT, Vince. Maybe... maybe it didn't go down quite as well as I might have hoped. But you know, no one started a fire this time around so that's better than most nights...isn't it?"

Vince shook his long black mane of hair in amused laughter. "Yeah, Howard. Yeah it is." Sometimes the whole idea of carrying on with their electro duet seemed so completely ludicrous that it was any wonder they ever kept going. But even though audiences hated their music, going out gigging was FUN. And it meant that Vince got to spend lots of time with Howard. And for him, that was reason enough to keep on going, even if they got booed every single night.

Howard shook his head too, although in frustration rather than amusement. Vince always took everything so lightly, but for him this was serious. This was the big-time. Moon and Noir living it up as Electro Gods. That was the dream. "I tell you what Vince, we're ahead of our time my friend. That's the only reason people are reacting the way they do. They can't handle what we do, what we're about. We're blowing minds with our chunky beats, we're shaking core beliefs."

"Yeah," Vince grinned in reply. "Or maybe we're just shit."

Howard furrowed his brow into an angry grimace. "Ha ha very funny. Are you even serious about the band?"

VInce couldn't keep the laughter out of his voice. "Course I am!"

"Well, it doesn't sound like you are."

"I am!"

"See, this is your problem Vince. Everything is just a big joke to you, innit? Like..."

He was about to say, like the time in the Tundra, but managed to stop himself just in time.

"Look, forget it. Maybe we'd better get to bed."

It was always conversations like this that brought back that humiliating moment for Howard. The moment when, under life and death circumstances in the icy whiteness of the Tundra, he had confessed to Vince that he loved him. And Vince had just laughed at him. He had brushed it off as soon as they had escaped, told him it hadn't meant anything and made out like he had forgotten all about it. But the memory still stung him like the bitter ice that surrounded them on that fateful day. And when Vince acted so non-chalant about things that meant so much to him, it just reminded him of the whole embarrassing situation all over again.

Vince felt conscious that he had got on Howard's wrong side. Something he honestly never meant to do. He didn't know why he always laughed at his tall, Northern friend. It was just some kind of nervous defence mechanism. Because the way he got so uptight and serious about everything was honestly so endearing that Vince just wanted to smile out loud.

"Oh come on Howard, don't be like that," he said warmly. "We'll have a better gig next time, yeah? I am serious about the band, you know I am. We're headed for the big time. The Lorraine Kelly show, Smash Hits magazine... the whole shebang."

Howard rolled his eyes at his goofy grinning pal, the sides of his mouth tellingly twitching into the faintest of smiles. "Yeah well, here's hoping eh Little Man? Come on though, think it's time to hit the hay now."

As he made to move from the couch, he felt a force on his jacket sleeve pulling him back down. Vince wrapped a soft hand round his wrist. "Howard..."

"Vince? What is it...?"

Howard looked into Vince's big, open blue eyes, confusion washing over him.

"...I'm sure your Mum don't really hate you. She probably just hates your music. And your dress sense."

Howard pulled his wrist free as Vince giggled like a naughty little child. "Oi you. Bed."

xXx

Why does he always do this to me? Always laughing at me. Am I that much of a joke to him? I can never tell where I stand with him these days... Sometimes, the way he looks at me, I think that maybe... just maybe...

Oh come on Moon, pull yourself together. Get it out your mind, it ain't gonna happen. Just be happy being with him like this. Nothing's gonna change, so just enjoy it for what it is.

xXx

What's wrong with me? Why can't I just come out and say something? It's like the elephant in the room... I can feel it, he can feel it. At least, I think he can. But why don't he say nothing about it? He gives me all these signs but never just comes out and says it. I mean, actually, I suppose he did, all that time ago, when I weren't ready... I wasn't even expecting it. And now, all these years and nothing. Does he still feel the same anymore?

Just say it Howard. I need to know.