Author's note: Okay so i quoted anpther Bradley Hathaway song in this one Its called "I don't Believe in Love"

Dedicated to: Bradley Hathaway's inspiration. Without them I wouldn't be doing this.

Disclaimer: No I don't own the Boosh. That would require me to live in the UK.

No I don't own Bradley Hathaway. That would require me to live in Alabama...


"Like a ballerina loves to dance"

It was a seemingly normal day in the Nabootique.

That is until, Vince flounced down the stairs and forlornly sat in his red barber's chair.

Howard just peered at Vince.

Vince closed his eyes and sat still for a moment before shaking his head and rubbing his slightly stubbled cheek.

Howard wordlessly walked over to the radio, turned it almost all the way down, and tuned it to Vince's favourite station.

A gentle guitar song filled the room.

" Well, I don't believe in love anymore,

not from those around me who have loved before,

with their broken promises, and their failed attempts,

only when its easy commitments,"

Vince stood up and looked at Howard.

Howard walked over to where Vince was standing.

Vince's body trembled slightly as the older man embraced him.

He began to sob into Howard's shoulder.

Howard just held him and let him cry.

Howard began to sway to calm Vince down.

Vince sniffled a few more times and just rested his forehead against Howard's shoulder.

Howard held Vince close and continued to sway,

"In Sickness and in health in rich or for poor,

Imma lovin you forever more."

Vince looked up at Howard,

his face was covered in make-up from him crying

and Howard's shoulder was practically ruined from it.

"Thank you." he whispered.

"You don't have to thank me. I'm always here for you Vince." Howard whispered back.

"I meant for the dance." Vince said and rested his forehead on Howard's shoulder with a smile.


A/N: any Thoughts?