A/N: Wow! I've had a pretty good response for my first real life fic, so I thought I'd better get chapter two up pretty damn quick. Therefore, here it is! It was really good fun to write, because I love to imagine how Noel and Julian are together in reality. It's too cute. Anyway, enjoy! :3

Disclaimer: I don't own Julian or Noel. A thought which makes my outlook a little gloomy, to be honest. Ah, well.

Noel was freezing. He hadn't realised how cold it was. Still, it was only early February. He pulled the black fake fur closer to his body, his carrier bag full of assorted paint and three small canvases on his wrist. He could feel it cutting into him with the weight, but it wasn't as bad as the cold. His thin shirt, jeans and boots weren't doing anything to help with that. He really wanted to go straight back home, but he couldn't stand the idea of being alone and bored like that any longer. So he carried on walking until he reached Camden High Street, full of the usual crowd. The Goths were all wrapped up in layers of leather, squeaking their way along. Noel sort of belonged in that crowd sometimes, but he left well alone in winter. It was one thing to stand out, quite another to squeak like a small rodent. He made his way through the crowds until he reached the market. He was just browsing a small stall covered in elaborate jewellery when he saw something familiar in the corner of his eye. He spun around to look at it, but couldn't spot it again. He shook his head and turned around again. The stallholder looked at him like he was mad.

"I… thought I saw… something." Noel explained lamely.

"Right." The familiar thing appeared again, much closer this time, in his full line of vision. He looked at it, looked at the stallholder, and ran towards it, shouting:

"Sorry! Might be back in a minute!" He dashed around people, watching the thing move away, walking towards the edge of the canal. He shouted towards that too.

"Julian!" There was no response. He shouted louder. "Julian!" This time, he looked around, but couldn't seem to see where the voice was coming from. "Julian, I'm here!" His eyes focused on Noel.

"Noel?" He said bemusedly. Noel skidded to a stop.

"Alright, mate?"

"Noel!" Julian hugged Noel so fiercely he was lifted off his feet. They laughed, thrilled beyond belief that they had finally found their friends again.

"God, Julian, it's brilliant to see you again! How long's it been?"

"Ooh, a good two years. Wuthering Heights, wasn't it?"

"Yeah. That was genius."

"It was. How are you doing?"

"Oh, great, thanks."

"New show going well?"

"Yeah, it's not bad. It's had a bit of a mixed reaction, but, you know. It's early days yet, they've only shown two episodes."

"Well, I really liked it."

"Have you been watching it?"

"Yeah, it's amazing. I love all the animated bits."

"Yeah, I got Nigel Coan back on the job for that. He loved it."

"He's the one who worked on the Boosh, isn't he?"

"Yeah." Noel shivered. He'd been alright when he was walking around, but standing still wasn't helping him at all. "Listen, do you want to come back to mine? I'm freezing my arse off out here."

"Yeah, why not?"

"Cool. I'll make you a coffee."

"Nice, thanks."

"It's not a problem. I ain't seen you for ages, it's the least I can do." They made their way back through the crowds together, towards Noel's house. When they arrived, the first thing they did was collapse on the sofa and get warmed up for a few minutes.

"Jesus, it's freezing out there." Julian grumbled.

"I know. It's meant to snow on Saturday." Noel frowned at the prospect.

"I hope not. I hate snow."

"I quite like it, but I don't want it to be so cold, you know?"

"Yeah."

"Snow'd be the best thing on Earth if it was warm and dry."

"It would. I hate it when you walk in it and you get wet feet."

"Mm. It's horrible." They lapsed into silence for a second, before Noel said:

"Right. Coffee?"

"Please."

"Umm… Black, no sugar, right?"

"Yep. You haven't forgotten then."

"No. Come on. Two years ain't that long."

"True." Noel left the room and walked into the kitchen, leaving Julian to his thoughts. He looked around the room he remembered so well, had been in so many times before. The bright orange sofa, the white furry rug, the paintings on the wall of a man, a wolf, a sinister looking monster, and the mural of the Tiger Spider. He'd always loved Noel's paintings, his artistic style. He had skill, there was no denying that. Even if it wasn't the kind of skill the people in the art world really wanted. But as far as Noel had been concerned, they could get stuffed. He'd become a brilliant artist, and got his own book about it, which Julian had read with interest. He remembered the tale of the Tiger Spider, a fairly melancholy tale with a happy ending, written in a childlike but intelligent way. Noel was fairly childlike, a little immature at times, slightly moody, like a teenager. He remembered that he had been unable to spell 'happiness' and 'tutelage'. That had made Julian smile. Noel was so much like Vince Noir, the same as he was like Howard Moon. That was who they were, how they worked. There was barely any exaggeration in the Boosh at all. Just then, Noel walked back in with two cups of coffee: one pale and sweetened, one dark and bitter. He set down the bitter one in front of Julian and sat down. Julian's mind began to race as Noel sat down, and he said:

"Noel? How would you feel about restarting the Boosh?"

*Gasp!* I bet you weren't expecting that! Oh, wait. Yeah, you were. Sorry for the rubbish ending there. Even so, reviews are more beautiful than Noel's silver boots. And also, should I keep Noel and Julian as friends, or take it in a more slashy direction? I kinda like the slashy idea, but what do you guys think? I know some people find it weird... Please tell me! Much love x