Another prompt (seriously guys, no more for a while, hehe) from Sassy Saz that went something like: Write and very, very, very angst fic, with two deaths and one of Howince still alive at the end. (So it's dedicated to her!)
So here it is, and it sucks. I'm really not happy with this.
Disclaimers- I don't own the Boosh, Noel and Julian do! The wondrous men they are.
Anything else mentioned in here that you clearly know isn't mine… isn't mine!
Oh yeah It's set in Howard's POV, almost as though he's speaking to you! Wouldn't that be amazing if he just started talking to you? sigh One day….
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I always assumed they were together from that moment we met them in the Zoo, Neon and Ultra, at least I think that was their names they're pretty ridiculous if they were, anyway they always seemed the kind of pairing that would be together and silently fucking behind closed doors, mind you they seemed the type to also do it in public. However, I was wrong… Or at least semi- right, maybe they were together, maybe they were having sex, maybe they'd argued. I remembered that night when the shorter of the two: Neon, or was it Ultra? The one with the black hair? I don't know, she never talked to me, she never reminded me of her name, she just came pounded at the door screaming for Vince, she'd not even seen him since the days at the zoo, and that awful gig we did. But she was stood there pounding on the door screaming his name, her day-glow make-up smeared all over her face, her normally super styled hair a tangled mess and her clothes seemed to be torn, but thinking back that could've just been some kind of fashion, although Vince never worn torn clothes… unless it was caught on something sending him into some huge strop making him seem like the incredible Hulk. I remembered once he caught his new Bullet for My Valentine top (I think it's some band?) on something sharp in the kitchen, tearing a huge hole down his side; he was cursing and swearing for hours. I'm to be sidetracking, it's just I miss him, and it's her fault, that Neon, she came into this flat begging for somewhere to stay and of course Vince being Vince, allowed her in with welcoming arms, giving her his bed, and moving himself to the sofa, allowing her to move all her things in to our flat, eventually giving her his heart. I found this out, much to my surprise, when I heard noises coming from the other room when I was listening to Charlie Mingus that was when I was thankful for the volume on my record player. Over the next few weeks I noticed a pattern forming in their behaviour: Go to a club, roll in late then shag till early morning, every single day for a period of two weeks, and by the end it literally was 'sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll' Literally, They started going to other clubs, clubs where people didn't know their faces and because they where anonymous they were offered all sorts of things, I'm talking, cocaine, heroin, cannabis, the awful substances I hate speaking of. I remember that one day when the police came to my door, telling me that a couple had been found arm in arm collapsed in a gutter, arm in arm and very much dead, killed by overdose. I don't blame Vince, I blame Neon, and I know I shouldn't but everything was fine before she came back, and He didn't even know her all that well before, he knew me better, he's always known me better and I can't seem to get my head round it, the way he abandoned me for some 'using layabout' (they weren't my terms, but Ultra's at their eulogy) I don't think I could ever use those terms to describe her, because If I did Vince would be cursing me from up above, But to be honest, I'd never seen him so happy, and that makes me happy and I guess I'm glad he died with someone he loved, even if it was untimely and stupid.