A/N: I am soooo sorry I haven't written in forever. I could go on about how my computer crashed and that I go to a crap school that makes me have a lot of homework EVERY SINGLE STINKING NIGHT but the real reason is that I've just been lazy and hadn't had any real motivation to do it but it's Thanksgiving weekend, I'm bored, and I'm avoiding my homework even though it's Saturday afternoon and I haven't done any of it even though I've been out since Tuesday. I wrote a great song called "Raven Heart" last night, though. Anyways, thanks to everyone who reviewed or read my story or put it as their favorites or story alerts and sorry I'm so late.

Disclaimer: I was talking to Noel on the phone today and I asked him if I could take the Mighty Boosh off their hands. He laughed and said, "I don't think so." I'll try again tomorrow.

Yin and Yang

Vince walked down the street toward Mrs. Leroy's Mother's house. After all these years of knowing Leroy, you think Vince would know his last name but he doesn't. His friends were all shallow just like him, all his friends but Howard. They were just something for the weekend. They were puppets of his that he brought out when he needed an excuse to get away from Howard, away from the pain he caused in his heart.

Vince was so caught up in his thoughts about the jazzy maverick and his eyes the color of melted milk chocolate that he nearly missed it when he came by the house owned by Leroy's mother. Vince walked up to the red painted door and rang the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal a woman with red, wavy hair held up in a bun and a thin fringe with an apron on and a warm smile.

"Ah, hello Vince. What a pleasant surprise," Leroy's mother said. "Well, don't just stand there in the cold. Please, come in." She moved aside to let Vince in, holding the door open for him.

"Vince! Hey, what are you doing here?" Leroy asked from where he laid, sprawled across the couch, his feet dangling off the side of the armrest and watching the telly.

"Well, I hate to intrude but I was wondering if I could eat supper here?" Vince asked.

"Of course. I'll set another plate," Leroy's mother said from in the kitchen.

"So what are we having?" Vince asked. He knew he told Howard that Leroy was having quiche but he really had no idea and just arrived uninvited. He needed to get away. He felt embarrassed and hated it. Howard…

I wonder what Howard's doing right now, Vince thought, Probably not thinking about me.

"Howard. Howard? Howard! Hey, small eyes!" Naboo said, waving his hand back and forth across Howard's face.

"Hmm? What? Oh, sorry Naboo," Howard said, snapping out of his thoughts.

"What were you thinking about?" Naboo asked.

Vince, Howard thought. Of course, he couldn't tell Naboo this. Naboo would go and tell Vince. Shamans are the most gossipy people in the world. 'Oh, that unicorn's having an affair with a Mexican peanut,' and 'Oh, Dennis had a gram of speed and now thinks he's on Jupiter.'

I wonder what Vince was actually going to ask me. He probably just forgot and that was the first thing that came to his mind. Whatever it was, I'm sure it wasn't important. I mean, what could he have asked me that was important? 'Oh, what should I wear to go shopping at Topshop?' 'Oh, what girl should I go out with now?' 'Oh, will you go out with me please?' Howard's eyes widened at his own inner thoughts. Vince wouldn't ask something like that, would he? What? No. Of course not. He's interested in those Camden dolly-birds, not old corduroy-wearing Howard. It's just my inner thoughts going on a road trip to Happy Island. 'But, of course, you'd never know until you tried…' What? Where'd that come from? 'Well you wouldn't…' No, no, no, no, no. I am not doing that. It'd be like on the roof all over again. That's the only reason I turned to that pencil case girl was because I didn't want to have to deal with that awkwardness for the rest of my life with Vince. I couldn't afford that. But when he got jealous, man did I want to turn back and say no to that pencil case girl but I just couldn't ruin that friendship that me and Vince shared. That's when I realized that Vince and I should just remain friends because if things didn't work out, there would be that awkwardness for the rest of our lives together. 'But you two could be happy together for the rest of both of your lives.' Well maybe but…No, no, no. It just isn't worth it. 'Isn't love always worth the risk?'

Bollo slapped Howard across the face.

"Ah! What was that for?" Howard asked.

"Howard no listen to Naboo," Bollo said.

"I gotta go," Howard said, quickly getting up and going towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Naboo asked.

"Jazzercise."

"In the middle of the night?"

"Haven't you ever heard of midnight jazzercise?" Howard asked as he put on his coat (a robust fawn) and scuttling down the stairs at a hurried pace.

"Bollo got a bad feeling about this."

"Spaghetti, darling," Leroy's mum said, pulling Vince from his thoughts.

"I love spaghetti!" Vince said enthusiastically.

"Well good. It'll be out shortly. Why don't you grab yourself a seat over there in the living room while it's finishing up?"

"Okay, sure," Vince said, grabbing a seat by the couch.

"So what's up this time?" Leroy asked, sitting up from his spot on the couch.

"What do you mean?" Vince asked, thoroughly confused.

"Aw, come on. You know you only come over here whenever something's happening between you and Howard."

Am I really that obvious? Vince thought.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Vince said.

"Yes you do. You and Howard are like a couple. You bicker, and then you end up over here. It's pretty obvious, Vince."

"I…"

"You two might as well go out. I mean-"

"I've gotta go, actually. It's been great, though. Bye, Mrs. L!" Vince called, getting up off his seat. He thought he might as well call her 'Mrs. L' for 'Leroy'.

"What? Are you leaving already?" Leroy's mum called, poking her head from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I've gotta talk to Howard about something."

A/N: One more chapter to go! Yay! Aren't you happy? I'll try to be faster about the next chapter. I hope the length of this chapter has made up for the long wait. Anyways, review please and as the Hindu monks say in the Valley of the Hindu Kush, "Peace!"