A/N: HEYO! so this is really short and nothing happens at all. It would have been longer. but I've just been really busy! It's my birthday today. 17 HOLY SHIT! so, I felt like posting.

If you guys hadn't guessed (and I think I mentioned this earlier) Vector is basically me, but a photographer instead of a singer :P

There will be lots of fangirling from her over random stuff you guys have probably never heard of!1 :P

OKEY DOKEY I DON'T FUCKIN' OWN IT! At this point in time, I don't really want to, cos I'd probably ruin it :p

ENJOY!

"I. LOVE. COFFEE." This, of course, was Vector expressing her newly found obsession with coffee.

"Yeah, I've noticed," I said, passing her a large mug full of the ridiculously over-caffeinated drink. "How come?"

"Dunno, it's just fuckin' epic!"

"It keeps me up at night," I sighed.

"It makes me fall asleep," Vector laughed, taking a sip of her drink. "So, how're you?"

"Uh, good."

"Good. Are you busy tonight?"

"I'm a bit too old for you, don't you think, Vector?"

"You're, what? Six years older than me?" Vector laughed. "No, I've got an art show tonight if you and Howard want to stop by school and see my photography."

"Awh genius! What time?"

"7:30. There's some other music shit and such, but I reckon you should just come for my pictures. There're a few of you and one of Howard's moustache."

"Cappuccino stain," I corrected.

"Oh, is that what it is?" Vector said.

"Mocha!" Howard exclaimed coming up behind me and wacking my shoulder.

"Ow, God Howard! Calm your boots," I chuckled. "It was just a joke!"

"I think it's a lovely moustache," Vector grinned. "I like moustaches. I once saw this really sexy Swedish folk singer with a lumberjack shirt and a moustache. Not even kidding. He was well fit."

"Didn't we have him here doing a concert?"

"Yeah! Remember him and his combat boots?"

"They weren't very in then I recall."

"Combat boots are always in, Vince!" Vector exclaimed. "Don't deny the epicness of the combat boots or you shall feel their wrath!"

"She's like the love child of you both," Naboo said, tiredly, as he sauntered up to the bar. "Obsessed with fashion and over exaggerates."

"That's disgusting," Howard grimaced.

"Awh come on, Howard, we'd have gorgeous children! Look at Vector, she's got blue hair, she's beautiful."

"No one is born with blue hair, Vince. Especially not blue that's only in your fringe."

"Yeah, I wasn't born with this. I dyed my hair because I'm an obsessive fangirl."

"Of blue hair?"

"Yes!"

"Anyway, Naboo, you need to work tonight," I said. "Howard and I have a thing to go to."

"We do?"

"Yeah, I've got an art show! You can come see my photography!" Vector said, pulling a neatly folded poster out of her pocket and handed it to Howard.

"Sounds good," Howard replied, looking the poster over. "It's a date."

I blushed. No one noticed. Thank God.

ALRIGHTY! Thanks for reading that

nothing happened

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~Puck xx (that's my new name! :P)