AN! Hey y'all, I am back and with the new and improved, mind exploding, pants crapping second chapter of The Confuser!!! *and the crowd goes wild WEE!!* Hah...So yeah, this is mostly me not knowing what to write or how to make it longer than the last one. Of course, having no plot what so ever really helps. Honestly, it does. Anyhow, I am rambling and you want to read the story...So, just a few deciphering pointers: the "--" means setting change/whatever, you are all smart enough to realize it and the italic lettering is Howard's thoughts/thought process unless I say differently because *holds up mighty sword* I HAVE THE POOOOWWWEEEERRRR!!!!!! *coughs* Umm....yeah....Again, if you laugh cry, scream, through your computer against the wall or make any involuntary bowel movements, I have done my job. Read and review, or read and set fire to. Enjoy.
DC! If I owned this, I think Noel would have a problem with me and my issue with stealing unicorns...And Julien Barratt would be chained to a wall and covered in very fuzzy bunnies....I don't think any of those things actually happen...D:
THOUGHTS OF UNICORNS AND FLUFFYNESS
"VINCE!!"
Vince was lounging on his bed, listening to Bollo read a story about an agoraphobic fluorescent orange unicorn.
"Bollo?"
"Yes precious Vince?"
"Did you hear anything?"
Bollo stops to think for a moment and to listen. There was no sound.
"No."
"Oh..."
"Precious Vince need no worry."
Vince smiled and gave Bollo a hug.
"Thanks."
XXXXXTHIS IS A BREAKXXXXX
"VINCE!!" Howard called for the umpteenth time. 'Where is he?!'
That time, Vince heard him.
"Yeah, what?"
"Could you come down here?"
"I dunno…Can I?"
"Vince…"
"Okay, okay."
Vince jumps the stairs, two at a time.
"Whatda you want Howard?"
Howard stares, he tries to speak but only manages out a "I…"
"Howard? Are you okay? You seem a bit pale." Vince turns his head to the side, reaching his hand out to touch Howard's forehead.
"Wha…? Yeah, I'm fine." Howard shakes his head and bats Vince's hand away. "Don't touch me."
"Okay then...What did you want?"
"Oh, I ugh…" Howard stumbled over his words for a moment then stopped. "Never mind…Just go…do your hair or somethin', yeah?"
Vince laughs and says "Hey, that's a brilliant idea, cheers." He runs back up the stairs with the speed that you would find in fat kid that just discovered the last doughnut on Earth.
XXXXXTHIS IS A BREAKXXXXX
Later that day, Vince and Howard were watching TV. Vince seemed to be completely involved in the show the two were watching. Howard sat there fidgeting. He did not know how comfortable he felt sitting that close to Vince, what with his newfound knowledge and all. 'What if he jumps me? What if he tries to rape me?! What would I do? Where would I go?' Vince placed his hand on Howard's thigh.
"Stop." He said his eyes still glued to the TV.
Howard stared at Vince's profile.
"Wh-what do you m-mean? I'm not doing anything."
"You're shaking. Stop, it's distracting."
"But I'm n-"
"Howard." Vince warned.
The two fall silent and Howard stops fidgeting. 'When had Vince gotten to be so serious?' The silence that held its presence in the room was deafening. Howard would have done anything for Vince to start talking again.
"Vince…"
He remained silent. 'What do I have to do to get him to talk?" Howard heard a large cymbal-like sound and he looked around. He soon realized that it came from the TV. He had forgotten that it was on. He studied the screen carefully. It seemed to be about David Bowie and Queen. Howard nearly slapped himself. 'How could I be so stupid? Of course, he doesn't want to be bothered. It's Bowie and…what's that guys other name? Oh yeah, it's Mercury.' Howard lets his eyes drift down and away form the screen in front of him. Vince's hand was still on his thigh. Howard was about to say something about but Vince lifted his hand up and stretched. He yawned scooted closer and laid his head on Howard's chest. Soon after, Vince fell asleep. What could Howard do now? He sighed and tried to get comfortable. He tried to fall asleep but he could not. It was inevitable that sleep would evade him at a time like this. Oh how life can treat you sometimes…So, to entertain himself he did as he always did and thought.
Why didn't Vince tell me? What would I have said if Vince told me? What if I somehow now fall into some wry infactuation with him, because he's a woman?! What if I begin to love him?! What if he loves me back??!?!! Aghh!!! I'm going crazy. I haveto be going crazy...Maybe I read his papers wrong. Why had I not known about his girlish...ness before hand? I am really that oblivious? I mean, everyone else seems to have known...Ohmigod, I that why Vince doesn't have a problem with wearing his ridiculous tight jean and never complains? Because he doesn't have a...penis? Then what does he have down there? I need to know now....Damnit.
Howard peers down at Vince's sleeping form. His eyes train down on Vince's crotch area.
Damn...He has a bulge...What? Bloody hell! Vince has an erection...Wait...Why am I still staring?!
