booshslashhaven | Nursery

Title: Nursery (2/?)
Pairing: Howard/Vince (At some point~)
Rating: PG (Currently, sure to rise, not sure how far, so be warned...)
Warnings: Not entirely canon, young Howard, young Vince.
Summary: The Mystery of the Disappearing Milk.
Word Count: 364
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Boosh in any way, shape or form. More's the pity.

Link to last part: http://community.livejournal.com/booshslashhaven/773560.html#cutid1

A/N: Thank you for all the awesome comments, everyone! :'D I never knew how welcoming this community could be! I'm sorry that I haven't replied to everyone D: and I'm sorry that this update's short too, but I'm in the middle of my A Levels~ And I'm doing a coffee course and teaching piano on the side of it all~ I'll have longer updates and replies for everyone soon! I promise! <3

A young, undersized pair of eyes turned on Vincent with a look of pure dislike.

The first hour of the morning had gone by quickly, and after a rather lengthy finger painting session in which they all learned that red and blue made purple, it was time for them all to go out into the playground.

Howie, usually the most popular child in his class, had found himself alone and isolated excepting Vincent who stood rather awkwardly at his side.

"I don't like you." Howie said finally.

Vincent looked up, eyes wide, "Wh-what?" he finally managed to stutter at his appointed tour guide who glared at him.

"All my friends won't talk to me!" Howie said crossly, stamping his feet.

There was a pause as the bespectacled of the pair looked up at his slightly taller counterpart, regarding him silently.

"And it's all your fault!"

"M-maybe they're not your friends?" Vincent suggested.

"What's that meant to mean?"

"If they don't w-want to talk to y-you? Just b-because you have r-residilky?"

"Of course they're my friends! We play catch every day!"

Howie looked over at his so-called friends, playing catch with each other rather than with him. There was something wrong about the situation... If only he could figure it out. Wait, why weren't they with him? Why weren't they helping him out with this... this--

"Why're you here anyhow?" Howie asked, switching the subject as he frowned at Vincent.

"How do you m-m-mean?" Vincent asked, biting the nails on his left hand in between each word.

"Well, you're a girl, right?"

"I'm not a girl!" Vincent squeaked.

"But you've got long hair!"

"So? My mummy likes it!"

"Yeah, well, it makes you look stupid!"

Vincent's lower lip trembled as tears threatened to fall.

Before the situation could get further out of hand, a smart intervention in the form of Mr. Smith took place between the boys.

"Howie, why don't you show Vincent where we keep the bell? It's his turn to ring it."

After a moment's consideration, Howie took a hold of the upset boy's hand and took him inside the nursery building to find the bell that would signal the end of break.