Okay kiddies, this is going to be a series of Howince drabbles inspired by songs (hence the name of the fic). I tried to write actual full-length stories for a while, but every other paragraph was inspired by a song, so I decided to do this instead. Most of these will be from an established relationship point of view, but some will be about the boys getting together or admiring each other from afar. And the rating on this will eventually go up, just to warn you. Reviews are my heroin! And I am working on a big, epic story, so this will occupy my time when I have writers block on that fic. Oh yeah, and I don't own the Boosh or anything affiliated to it and I don't own any of the songs. Enjoy!
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Walking Out of Stride by Badly Drawn Boy
You and me could never hide You and me, we could never hide Take 1 2 3 and 4 or 5
To
busy walking out of stride
To
busy walking out of stride
People
talking keeps us alive
Vince was never dull. He always caught the eyes of passersby, whether it be his clothes, or his hair, or his big blue eyes. Or maybe it was the bounce he had in his step, or the fact that he was practically made of candyfloss and sunshine. Whatever it was, he was always to stand out in the crowd and who people gravitated to, like moths to a bright light.
Now me, I was never one to attract any attention. I always just sort of blended into the background. I was used to being the pariah that everyone made fun of. It was all I ever knew. That was why I was so surprised when Vince started to call me his best mate. Why would someone like him want anything to do with someone like me? Sometimes it did seem like he saw me as a chore, but he always stuck by me. When I asked him to drop out of school to come work at the zoo with me, he did so without a second thought. He insisted on sharing a room with me when we moved to the flat above the Nabootique. He always called us the most dynamic of all duos, the best in the world because we were so different from each other. That's why the only time I ever did get attention was when I was with Vince. We couldn't help but stand out, an electro ponce hanging out with a jazz maverick. People whispered that we looked so different, seemed to be polar opposites, and wondered why we paled around together. Although it did annoy me at times, I didn't much care as long as Vince wasn't fazed. He was perfectly happy walking out of stride with me by my side. He seemed to thrive on their whispers, like it was just egging him on.
That was one reason that I fell in love with him. He wasn't ashamed to be seen with me. Most people are interested in me for about two minutes and then walk away. Vince told me that was also a reason for him falling in love with me. He was happy that he had found someone who would walk around with a borderline drag queen without being the least bit embarrassed. I was absolutely floored by this, not only because I couldn't think of one person who wouldn't want to be near Vince and the fact that he actually loved me back, but by the fact that he didn't care what I looked like, how I acted, or even that I listened to jazz. He didn't mind having a boyfriend who looked completely different than how he looked. We just can't help standing out in the crowds, especially now. When Vince grabs my hand while we're walking down the road, when he sits in my lap on a chair at one of those clubs he loves so much, or when he wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me, people always stop and stare, whisper to their friends about how surprised they were to see Vince Noir, King of the Mods "settle" for me of all people, how we could possibly be lovers. But we don't care. If anything, their talk fuels us, gives us amusement, and reminds us of how lucky we are that we both got up the balls to admit our feelings for each other. And I'll never tire of standing out and walking out of stride. Not as long as Vince is the one walking with me.