Another short chapter. Sorry. I promise the chapters will get longer! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Disclaimer: I do not (sadly) own the lovely characters of Vince Noir and Howard Moon and I also do not own Hagrid.


"Owwww…" Vince moaned, struggling to sit up. Howard stared at him in horror. "Bloody hell Harry, what the hell was that for? Are you out of your mind?"

"I don't know what happened! I don't know! I'm so sorry!" Howard began to apologise, trying to help his friend sit up.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Vince shouted, flinching out of his way.

"I'm only trying to hel- wait. That's MY Tweed Utility Suit 4001!"

"What? Don't shout at me Hagrid. My head 'urts. Get me some water."

"MY NAME IS NOT HAGRID OR HARRY! IT'S HOWARD. H-O-W-A-R-D. HOWARD." Howard had had enough of this idiot. What was he doing with his clothes and his saxophone?

"Harold? Where's my water?" Vince called out from the floor.

Howard stood up. "Get your own bloody water." He walked to the door, tied his shoelace, tripped up and left.

The blonde lady had left a long time ago. When Howard had hit Vince she had got her coat and ran off muttering about child slavery and calling the police.

Vince collapsed back onto the floor and was struggling to remain conscious. It was like his whole world had been flipped around. What was bright had suddenly turned to black. Everything that was once good had turned to bad. The sunshine kid was no more full of sunshine.

He wanted to kill everyone insight starting with the fat, jazzy creep with the sad, limp excuse of a moustache. But now he would have to wait.


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