Grace Kelly

Mika

Howince

Hurt/Comfort / Romance

When Howard comes home one night drunk beyond belief, Vince wonders why Howard doesn't like him.

Vince was beyond angry. Howard came back from the pub, completely pissed. He never knew Howard went through that much work when he took care of Vince!

That was only the starting point, though. Vince reached boiling point after Howard started going on and on about why they had broken up. In truth, they both regretted it. That was the only reason Howard went to the pub, to try and drown his sorrows. They had only broken up the night before, after all!

"Why'd you do it, Howard?" Vince was the horrible red colour that he turned when he was angry with Howard. He only flushed a little when he was angry, but when he was angry with Howard, he turned as red as the lips that sung Science Fiction Double Feature. "Why'd you break us up?"

"I don't like you." Howard flipped over, with his back to Vince, and Vince felt tears sting in his eyes.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Why don't you like me?"

"I don't know."

"Do I attract you? Do I repulse you with my queasy smile? Am I too dirty? Am I too flirty? Do I like what you like? I could be wholesome, I could be loathsome. But I guess you're a little bit shy."

"Why does it even matter what I think, Vince? I don't matter."

"How can I help it, how can I help it, how can I help what you think? You're putting my life on the brink! Why don't you like me? Why don't you like yourself? Should I just bend over? Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?"

"Vince . . . I'm not that much older than you."

Vince groaned out of anger. "Are you sure? I've already changed for you, I'd be happy to do it again."

"How have you changed for me?"

"How haven't I changed for you?" Vince practically screamed, and started pacing. "We've broken up, and I'm still willing to change for you, you bastard!"

"Getting angry doesn't solve anything."

"Howard," Vince screamed. "I've gone identity mad, Howard! I've been punk, I've been goth, I've been mod, all for you! That day when I dressed up as Grace Kelly, for you. That day when I dressed up as Freddie Mercury, for you! I've tried everything just to impress you," Vince growled. "What else could I do? I could be brown, I could be blue, I could be violet sky! I could be hurtful, I could be purple, I could be anything you like. Gotta be green, gotta be mean, gotta be every thing more! Why don't you like me?"

"Brown's nice."

"Perfect," Vince whispered. "I'll just do everything you say." Vince rolled his eyes. "You know, you really hurt me Howard," he said in a normal tone of voice. "I really thought we had something, and I thought you thought we did too. But all of a sudden, we're not together any more. I thought it was good. I thought I had finally found a good one, but no, you're just like the rest. The ones who beat me, or give me an STI, or dump me when I think it's going the best. I've poured my heart out to you, Howard, and you've stomped on it with-"

"Nyehmmph."

Vince looked softly at Howard's sleeping figure. "We'll talk about this on the morning." He pushed Howard's sweaty hair off his forehead and kissed it. "Sleep well."