Hi people
I've decided fuck revision for exam week, I'll write a chapter instead.
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I'll add a disclaimer because I can't afford to be sued, I'm skint.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Boosh or any of the Booshiverse; I'm still working on that one. On the other hand I'm glad I don't own Speedos. I also don't own Head and shoulders, Topshop, or any of the other things like that I've mentioned. I do own Becca, Emma and the stuff that happens though.
Howard and Vince walked into the flat.
"Tea?" asked Howard, "I don't trust you to do it again- look what mess it got us in!"
"Whatever Howard!" said Vince, kicking off Howard's converse and sitting on the sofa, legs tucked underneath him. "Yeah, I will have tea"
"What's the magic word then?" said Howard, as if he was talking to a toddler.
"I don't know, abracadabra?" asked Vince.
"I meant please" said Howard, sighing exasperatedly. Living with Vince was like having a six year old child to look after.
Howard soon returned into the living-room, with two cups of tea and the two men sat together on the sofa.
"Howard" asked Vince, "can I go for a shower, I really need to wash your hair before I can actually do anything with it- it needs some volume boosting shampoo, because it's like brown smoke at the moment".
No sir thought Howard- Vince couldn't see him naked in the shower!
Unless…
"Yeah, sure you can, on one condition"
"What's that then?" asked Vince, but Howard had already darted off into his room and returned with a pair of Speedos.
"No way! Speedo rhymes with Paedo for a reason Howard! Only Paedos wear Speedos! (AN- Paedo as in paedophile)
"Yeah well, I'm not having you of all people seeing me completely naked!"
"Ok then, Mr Pervert, I'll wear em"
"Good"
Vince drained his tea and went off into the bathroom. Howard tried not to think of the possibility that Vince might not be wearing the Speedos. Howard knew he had some time to kill because Vince always took forever in the bathroom, so he went into Vince's room- he was Vince now, so technically he was allowed in uninvited. He sat at Vince's dressing table and stared at his reflection. It seemed strange, looking at a reflection completely different to what he had been looking at for his whole life. He opened the one of the two large boxes that sat on the dressing table, it was full of hair products like root booster and Naboo's miracle wax. He wondered to himself how many hair products one person needed, when Howard Moon managed to look perfectly good using nothing but Head and Shoulders shampoo on his hair. He closed the box and looked at the next one, although he already had an idea what it was. He opened it and was correct. It was Vince's makeup. There were lots of different colours and brands of eyeliner, mascara, eye-shadows and concealer sticks. Howard certainly hoped Vince wouldn't expect him to wear any of it to the party, as men of substance-even ones who were in the bodies of electro poofs, did not wear makeup.
He closed the box up, and noticed something he hadn't before- a framed picture. He picked it up and looked at it, it was of the day he and Vince had gone to the beach. He and Vince were grinning, Vince's hand holding on to the cowboy hat he was wearing to stop it blowing away. Howard smiled at the fact that Vince had a framed copy of the picture and at the memories of that trip to the beach- They had even made up a crimp about fish and had sung it, ignoring the strange looks other people were giving them. Maybe his little friend was not as self-centred as Howard had though.
Howard hear the shower turning off, so he put the picture down, left Vince's room, sat on the sofa and picked up the nearest magazine to him. Vince finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing a dressing-gown.
"I'm gonna go get dressed and stuff, I'll make you look good- my friend Becca's mate Emma is gonna be there and I think she likes you!"
Howard's eyes lit up- "Really!?" he asked eagerly.
"Well not really, but I think she will do, when I've dressed you up!"
"What's not to like, most girls would love a jazz maverick like me"
"Whatever Howard" said Vince grinning. "Get dressed in some of my new stuff, and I'll come and do your hair. "I'm not letting you touch it with your inexperienced hands"
Howard selected some red drainpipe jeans, and a black shirt from one of the bags. The jeans weren't really his thing, but they were one of the few items that didn't have sequins or glitter on them, and in his opinion they were far better than the tutu Vince had made him try on earlier that day. He found a pair of Vince's lowest black boots (they were almost flat, so Howard was able to walk in them.) Vince walked into the room, and said "I was gonna knock but then I thought it was stupid because I'd only catch myself naked, which I have seen before, but you're changed so that's good."
Howard took a look at Vince. Vince had made Howard's body look amazing. He was wearing some black shoes, a pair of jeans, a new T-shirt that they had found in Topshop earlier that day, and the black jacket they had gotten in Topshop. Vince had also styled Howard' wispy brown hair, adding extra thickness to it with root booster, and ruffling it up, so that it was sexily tousled.
"Wow, I look good!" said Howard looking at Vince.
"Getting a little big-headed are we?" asked Vince teasingly. Come here, I wanna do your hair and stuff."
Howard sat down in front of the mirror while Vince straightened, sprayed and ruffled his hair.
"You know what Howard?" asked Vince
"What?"
"Its loads easier to do my hair when it's not attached to me"
Howard sighed. He hoped Vince wouldn't want to switch bodies every time he did his hair, which was an awful lot.
"Right, I'm just gonna put some of this on you" said Vince pulling out an eyeliner pencil.
"No way am I wearing that little man!"
"Yes you are- I'll just put a little bit on you"
Vince drew two neat lines under each of Howard's eyes, making Howard feel absolutely ridiculous.
"Shall we go then?" said Howard, "its half seven now, we can get there for about eight"
"Yeah alright" said Vince, as Howard grabbed his keys, and the pair left the flat for Leroy's party.
Another chapter finished
I just have to say that the 'magic word' thing was based on a conversation me and Isobel had in graphics once. Can I also point out that I made up the picture of Howard and Vince on the beach- I didn't get it from a picture I've already seen.
Next chapter should be up soon, please hit the review button it makes me happy
Becky xx