Challenge 18: Waiting for You
Title: Waiting for You
Author: savanna_says_hi
Pairing: Howard/Vince pre-slash
Rating: PG-13 for one swear and that's it
Word Count: 200
A/N: My second for 18. The song prompt I used is Hard Days 1.2.3.4. by Loney Dear, which you can listen to here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gaz0x-olyTw&feature=related (Bonus fun fact: the album this song comes from is called Loney, Noir. I am easily amused.)
“Hi,” Vince says into the phone.
“Umm…hey there, little man,” says the awkwardly familiar voice on the other end.
Vince is simultaneously elated, pleased, awkward, and absolutely terrified, but he lets none of these emotions into his voice when he says, “All right, Howard.”
“…How are you?” Howard asks, like it’s completely normal to desert your best friend on a whim and go off to fucking Denmark to make stupid films.
“I’m fine,” Vince says. “How’s Denmark?” This is the first time Howard has called him, and he’s been gone for twelve days. Not that Vince has been counting.
“Not so great, actually, which is why I’m calling…”
“Is Denmark not so great because you forgot your favorite pair of socks here?” Vince asks bitterly. He also does not currently have those socks next to his bed. Certainly not.
“Well, admittedly they would have made it better…but actually…”
Vince waits.
“Vince, I need to come home,” he says, all in a rush. “I hate Denmark, it’s cold and rainy and…I miss you.”
Vince had not been expecting that, but it was a pleasant turn of events. His voice becomes infinitely more cheerful when he says, “I’ll be waiting for you.”
Author: savanna_says_hi
Pairing: Howard/Vince pre-slash
Rating: PG-13 for one swear and that's it
Word Count: 200
A/N: My second for 18. The song prompt I used is Hard Days 1.2.3.4. by Loney Dear, which you can listen to here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gaz0x-olyTw&feature=related (Bonus fun fact: the album this song comes from is called Loney, Noir. I am easily amused.)
“Hi,” Vince says into the phone.
“Umm…hey there, little man,” says the awkwardly familiar voice on the other end.
Vince is simultaneously elated, pleased, awkward, and absolutely terrified, but he lets none of these emotions into his voice when he says, “All right, Howard.”
“…How are you?” Howard asks, like it’s completely normal to desert your best friend on a whim and go off to fucking Denmark to make stupid films.
“I’m fine,” Vince says. “How’s Denmark?” This is the first time Howard has called him, and he’s been gone for twelve days. Not that Vince has been counting.
“Not so great, actually, which is why I’m calling…”
“Is Denmark not so great because you forgot your favorite pair of socks here?” Vince asks bitterly. He also does not currently have those socks next to his bed. Certainly not.
“Well, admittedly they would have made it better…but actually…”
Vince waits.
“Vince, I need to come home,” he says, all in a rush. “I hate Denmark, it’s cold and rainy and…I miss you.”
Vince had not been expecting that, but it was a pleasant turn of events. His voice becomes infinitely more cheerful when he says, “I’ll be waiting for you.”