Ok... so my othe stories were a total flop... so fourth time lucky?

I realised that I wasn't writing the rigth genre... so I tried another...

I do not own the Boosh, The wonderful Noel and Julien do...

Dedicated to my best friends Lauraloo, Scarlet Cullen and Graceyloo...

The noise of Howard's fingers tapping on the typwriter filled the appartment. I put the key in the lock and opened the door, praying he was too engrossed in his writing to notice. I pulled off my red boots and put them my bag, and began my journey through Hell on earth. It was a ridiculious sight, me on the end of my toes, tip toeing through a mine field; one wrong move and its over. Howard typed furiously, a pot of herbal tea resting on the table. I was tempted to snatch the packet of jaffa cakes that where in the cupboard, but resisted tempation and brought my attention back to sneaking. My door was open wide, perfect; I could smell my victory. With each step I got closer, I got closer to keeping my little midnight secret away from the world. Howard stopped typing suddenly, I froze; not daring to breath. he took a long breath and pulled his fingers through his smokey brown hair. I despritely scanned the room for a place to hide from his view if he turned around. He sighed.

"Why do I even bother?" Because you have always wanted to be a writer, I thought. And thats when Howard Moon did the weirdest thing I'd ever seen him do, he put his head in his hands and began to cry. I couldn't react, the sight of Howard crying sent me into shock. I took one step towards him, should I go to my best friends aid, or just keep going. I didn't have to think about it twice, I walked up to Howard and hugged his neck.

"Ah ha!" I didn't fall for it, no! "Caught in the act!"

"You bastard!" I shouted, swiping my boot from the floor and pegging it at him; missing by inches. He laughed as I chased him around the table, other boot in my hand.

"I knew you were sneaking out you little man!" He said cheerfully.

"You took advantage of me, you were crying! I could never leave you!" His face turned from triumph to care. He walked over to me and hugged me, very unexpected; but nice. His hugs made me feel safe from the dark side of Camden, any person would want that. He pulled back his arms and poured more herbal tea into his glass and handed it to me "Thanks" I smiled, maybe it wasn't such a bad thing getting discovered.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Where were you, with your girlfriend?"

"No!" I lied, my face staying defensive.

"Oh yer! Sure!"

"Why are you certain its a girlfriend? I could be smoking crack for all you know"

"Well you admitted it was something" I cursed in my head, he could twist your words like a python so you admitted more than you bargained for.

"You still haven't answered my question, why do you think its a girl?"

"Because you've got love bite on your neck" Oh god no! I plonked my cup on the table ran to the mirror in horror, to see a love bite on my neck for all to see. I blushed, hoping I didn't go too red. Thats the problem with living with a jazz loving writer, from the brand of soup, to the make up on your face; he'll notice it all. I slumped back into the black and white coach, hoping to sink into the bottom of the earth. Howard grabbed my hand and pulled me back into reality.

"Why on earth were you hiding this?" I was silent, not because of embarrassment; just because I couldn't think of anything decent comebacks. I picked up the tea and let it slide down my throat, thankful to be warm again "So when can I meet her?" I spat the tea out onto the carpet, that was the question I was dreading.

"So, when?" He asked.

I saw my open door, I was so close; and thats when I got an idea.

"When" My legs got ready to run.

"Can" I ran the plan through my head.

"I" My hands gripped into fists.

"Meet" This is it, now of never.

"Her" Howard finished.

I bolted off the couch and ran to my door, shutting the door with a slam and checking the lock twice

"Hey! Come back here you reject!" As if I was going to do that. I heard him groan, he had been beaten for now. I heard his footsteps walking away, then turn around suddenly.

"I'll get this door down if its the last thing I-"

"What the Hell were you thinking Howard?" I screamed, he flinched as I put the ice on his head "I mean you can't just go running into peoples doors like that!"

"I needed to know!"

"Needed to know what?"

"Who this girl is!"

"She's someone"

"Who?"

"Someone!"

"GOD DAMMIT WHO!"

I prefered him unconsious.

"I can't tell you!"

"Who?"

I began to sceam, throwing my head in my hands. Howard put a hand on my shoulder.

"Tell me" I stared at him with my now wet eyes

" Ok... I'll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell anyone, not be angry and trust my every word" He nodded. I struggled to say the first sentence, knowing that there was no going back when I said it. "I cannot live a normal life" Howard began to talk, but I cut him off. "Most of the potions on Naboo's shelves... are mine"

"I don't understand" Howard said.

"Come here, I need to show you something" I said, walking towards the bedroom. I walked through my messy room, shoes and clothes covering the floor. I knelt down and stuck my arms under the bed, pulling out a large book with a leather front.

"Open it" I ordered him, it took him ten seconds to register what I'd just said and open the cover. His eyes went as wide as they could, the colour drained from his face. The firs colour you'd see when you opened it was red, blood splattered over a picture of a skeleton making a prayer; head of a man in one hand and a bloody sword in the other. Howard turned the pages mindlessly, each page holding lines upon lines of writing or pictures of skeletons or torture or blood. He threw the book to the floor, his face covered with horror and disgust.

"That is horrible, why Vince? Why?" He shouted, trying to slow his breathing. I picked up the book and flipped to the last page, I showed it to Howard; and he gasped. This was the only page that would be considered normal, a picture of Howard and I in a rain storm; the rain pelting down. Howard was pulling me into a hug in the picture, our faces both covered with shining grins of happiness.

"Do you know what I am?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I'm a witch" I whispered, tears dripping down my face.

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