A/N: Tiny, tiny, tiny little one-shot. The dictionary definition of Ennui is probably wrong, by the way. That's just how it was described to me. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the Boosh. Noel and Julian do that.
Vince's POV
I'm starting to understand all that stuff Howard always goes on about. All the dark stuff. Like, I looked in a dictionary for the word enmity, cause I didn't know what it meant, and I found ennui. Do you know what ennui is? It's when you've accepted you ain't ever gonna be happy, and your living your life without a point. I had to laugh a little bit when I saw that. Even though it wasn't funny. It was just... It suited me perfectly. That's what I'm doing, ain't it? I'm living without wanting to. Lost the will. Lost it a long time ago. After that kiss on the roof, it was never the same. I mean, Howard ditched me, straight away, soon as pencil case girl came back on the scene. I pretended to like that other girl, but nothing happened. No spark, was there? I never even found out her name. Didn't see the point. I knew the name of the love of my life. Why should I find out hers? I was so upset for weeks after that party. It traumatised Howard a bit, but he was alright. He didn't notice how I was hurting. I don't think it's that he don't care, he was just absorbed in his life. That girl. Pencil Case Girl. Howard dumped her a few weeks later for cheating on him. Serves her right. If anyone's gonna go out with my Howard, they're gonna treat him right. Or I'll set Bollo on them. But I know I could be good to him. I could make him happy, and he could make me happy. It'd be a fair deal. Maybe he could end this ennui, and help me find the will to live.
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