Vince was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. His hand was supporting his head as he tried to go back to sleep.
For some reason, a glistening tear rolled down is pale cheek. He wiped it away quickly. He thought he heard Naboo and Bollo. They had just came back from important Shaman business which he interpreted as looking to make their stash stronger.
Vince had been feeling very guilty lately since Howard does all the work. Howard had always everything; always been more responsible. So he decided to help out a bit. But recently there had been a change in the air at Nabootique. Buying food, trying to sell merchandise, coming in before noon, and even shortened the time to do his hair to 45 minutes. (Even though in between customers, we went back to his room for a touch up.)
Vince has been his very best but Howard just seemed grumpier than usual. He wonders if he did something to piss him off.
He takes of his pocket mirror from his silver skinny jeans to check his hair and smiles.
"I still look well genius."
He played with his hair for a moment and pouts at his reflection. He starts to laugh.
"Vince!" A deep voice yells from down the hall, making him jump and nearly drop the mini mirror.
"Oi!" he responds.
"I can't get into the Bathroom!"
"Oops," he says to himself. "Sorry Howard."
He looks at his feet, embarrassed as he remembers he couldn't find the right outfit to where today so he grabbed everything in his closet. He forgot how he got out. He hears a sigh of frustration.
S'only 7:30 and he's already pissed at me.
He puts his mirror away. He replaces his forehead on his hand. Not even his reflection can make him feel better now. Howard comes down the stairs, not looking in Vince s direction, towards the kitchen.
Before he reaches the fridge, he asks, "Did you remember to buy groceries, Vince?"
Vince looks up, smiling triumphantly, and answers, "Yeah. Just got some last night."
"Hmm," he says doubtfully as he opens the fridge to find it filled with cakes, candy, frosting tubes and energy drinks. He slams the door shut and walks toward Vince.
The younger man stands nervously. Howard sighs. "Vince, cake and tubes of frosting aren't food. They're sweets. You bloody well know I hate sweets!"
He looked down, then back up and shrugged. "I forgot. I'm sorry, a'right?" His voice starts to rise, in anger as Howard grabs his coat off the back of the couch and heads for the door.
"Since you do everything around the shop, I was tryin to lighten your load coz..." He drifts off, silenced by the smothering brownness as Howard turns around. He realizes how their faces were. Howard places a hand, softly, on Vince's cheek. The younger man looks away as he starts to turn bright pink. He chuckles, amused. "You know you're cute when you re angry," he whispers. With that, He kisses the younger mans lips, passionately.
He pulls Vince closer, deeper into the kiss, by the waist. Howard feels the cheek grow warmer. Vince tries to break free, pushing away at the older man's shoulders. But in the end, his arms fall and he accepts the embrace. He grips Howard's shoulders in anger and something else?
After a few moments, Howard draws back for his friend to catch his breath. His black locks hid his eyes. Howard dropped his hand as Vince released his grip. "Well. I'm off. Get some real food, yeah?" He kissed Vince's forehead before he released his waist. He skipped down the stairs, opened the door and strolled out into the rain.
Not too bad right? Its not a full chapter coz i wanna know if it needs work. Review for constructive criticism? thanks.