Driving, for some reason, calms me down when I'm angry (I know you shouldn't drive when angry but hey I'm not a physco driver) so that's where the idea for this came from.
The lyrics under the title are from the All-American Reject's song 'Swing Swing', love it

So yeah, enjoy xx
And I pray to god I don't change tenses in this...I hate the fact I get carried away with story telling x)
Apologies if it does change and if it doesn't make sense and if there are silly spelling mistakes.
Oh and if it confuses anyone, because it starts with Howard then goes onto focus on Vince who wakes up before Howard so the story sorta time travels...Anyway...

Without a licence

(Swing) Swing, Swing from the tangles of
My heart is crushed by a former love
Can you help me find a way
To carry on again.

When he wakes he notices the bedroom door he purposely left open is now shut, the bathroom door is also shut, he could hear the sounds of running water coming from inside the room.

He shifts in his place on the sofa, an empty mug lies wedged between his leg and the cushions on the chair. His back and neck ache from sleeping on the sofa all night instead of his comfortable bed, he shivers from the cold atmosphere in the flat and stifles a yawn as the water in the bathroom stops. He pauses and freezes his actions awaiting the handle to turn and reveal his friend in probably a hungover state; the night had been a tough one. Jumping up and snapping out of a doze whenever he heard Vince cough or mumble in his sleep. He only managed to drift off into heavy slumber at about six or seven in the morning, now it was coming close to midday already.

He contemplates another coffee but dismisses the thought immediately as the bathroom door slides open swiftly followed by a cloud of steam and padded footsteps.

Vince wakes at gone half eleven, shakily he rises from his bed discovering he is in dire need of a shower. He manages to pull himself off the bed by half rolling in a tired, hungover state and lands with a thud on the carpet. He drags himself to the bathroom noticing Howard is fast asleep in the lounge and shuts himself inside the bathroom.

He pulls the shower curtain across after turning on the water letting it splash and rain down into the bottom of the bath; he strips from his clothes and tosses them into a pile by the radiator and carefully steps into the water.

The droplets refresh his skin and eliminate it of the stench of alcohol he has grown to hate, half-heartedly he washes his hair with both shampoo and conditioner then washes the rest of his body properly.

After he has tended to his hair and skin he folds his arms and leans gently against the bathroom wall, the water trickles over half his body warming his left side while his ride side remains cold against the icy bathroom tiles. He closes his eyes and doesn't open them for at least another fifteen minutes; he shuts off the water and clambers out careful not to slip.

He pulls a fresh towel from the rack and towel dries his hair then the rest of his skin before finally wrapping the towel round his hips. He faces the mirror and pulls a face at his reflection and begins to sort out his hair, after a while he gives up, drops his arms and gathers up his clothes then leaves.

Vince ignores Howard as he makes the journey from the bathroom to his bedroom, once inside the safety of his own room he shuts the door as softly as he can and tosses his clothes onto the floor. For the first time that morning the state of his wall catches his eye, his doodled list had been literally destroyed with a thick black angry marker pen. He bites his lip at the side and casts his vision away from the disaster area and pulls out some fresh clothes from his wardrobe. He dresses in silence then once again towel dries his hair before grabbing his hairdryer and hairbrush.

Each lock of hair is combed through gently, he teases out the knots and ugly tangles until everything is straight and neat, he then attacks his hair with his hairdryer, his fringe blows upwards off his face as he sluggishly dries each hair on his head.

Next he turns on his straightners; secretly not in the mood to bother styling his hair he starts on his fringe anyway, soon enough his hair is freshly styled and covered in hairspray.

The mess on his wall can be seen in the corner of his eye, tempting him to storm out of his room, volume tuned up to max, fists clenched, screaming and flailing at his flatmate but he keeps his calm and tries his best to ignore it. To take his mind off it he decides a DVD would help, he selects one from his collection, which is buried under several pairs of boots and shoes and inserts it into the player and switches on his television.

Howard hears noise coming from Vince's room and decides not to disturb the young man while he is occupied with something other than alcohol, instead he clears up the kitchen a little then grabs a pen and paper and scribbles a note saying he has gone to bed to catch up on sleep then sticks it to the fridge using alphabet magnets, he spells out Vince's name above the letter then drags himself to his room.

He drops down onto his bed thankful for a comfortable mattress and soon is taken away by a deep and much needed sleep.

When the film finishes Vince immediately switches off his television, he had hardly paid any attention to the film. His mind had been wandering elsewhere, he wanted to get away from the flat for a few hours and away from Howard and the anger he had caused Vince from messing up his list.

In the end he leaves his bedroom still undecided on what to do and instead of finding Howard he finds a note attached to the fridge by his name. He screws it up after reading it and tosses it aside. The paper ball rolls to a stop next to a set of keys, Howard's set of keys for the van. Vince eyes them for several seconds before snatching them up, he leaves hastily after pulling on a pair of comfortable boots and a jacket and heads out of the flat locking the door behind him.

He sits in the van unsure of whether it's a good idea, he locks the doors cautiously and inserts the key into the ignition, he turns it three times then a fourth causing the engine to roar into life. He jumps slightly and lets go of the keys leaving them dangling in the ignition, he straps his seatbelt across his chest and lap and angrily switches off the jazz tape that sounds through the speakers. Instead he opts for the radio then sits and stares dumbly at the switches and controls surrounding him.

Vince doesn't know how to drive but had watched Howard loads of times before, he presses his foot down uncertainly on a pedal making the engine rev then presses another pedal which does nothing making Vince assume that was the brake. He looks down and notices the large lever sat next to his leg, he clicks the button like Howard always does and drops it down making the van roll forwards, he clutches the steering wheel and turns left quickly and heads down the road.

After a while of driving he starts to relax, he presses the accelerator to go faster and brakes at red lights and pedestrian crossings, driving wasn't as hard as he thought.

Soon darkness falls; Vince pulls over after having found the indicators half an hour ago. He stops on the side of the road fumbling around with the controls, he turns dials and pushes buttons, the hazard lights flick on and off and click annoyingly until he slams them off again. He turns the windscreen wash on then finally finds the lights lighting up the dashboard and the road in front of him. He smiles at his triumph and pulls back into the road being careful not to crash into any other cars. After another twenty minutes of driving he pulls over and gets out with the keys locking the door behind him, he clambers onto the bonnet of the car and leans back gazing up at the stars, he sticks his hands in his pockets and finally feels relaxed and completely free of any anger.