Starry one-shots

Moments From The Yellow House

Most people would agree that 3:00am was a time for sleep. Apparently, as Paul Gauguin was coming to find out, Vincent Van Gogh was not most people. Paul was awoken to the sound of Vincent aggressively singing along to "All Star" by Smash mouth. He sighed deeply and took a minute to question his life choices before going downstairs to tell Vincent to shut up. "Vincent, what the hell man." He sighed, still blinking his eyes open. Vincent paused the TV and turned to Paul. "Paul! I had this great idea, I'm going to paint the picture of Shrek from the beginning of the movie." He said. Paul just stared at him for a minute. "Okay Vince" he said, still half asleep. "I'm gonna get a drink"

"PAUL! CATCH THE TURPENTINE!" "VINCENT! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ON THE ROOF?!"

Paul Gauguin was what some might consider a whore. Each week he'd have a new one night stand in his room after drinks at the bar. Tonight, it was a particularly cute guy he'd flirted with for a few hours. Paul and his newest boy toy were making out on his bed when Vincent (completely oblivious) walked in. "Hey Paul, where's the yellow paint we just bought?" Paul groaned in exasperation, luckily his boy toy took it as something else and continued kissing him. "My desk. Top drawer" he told Vincent before going back to making out. "Thanks Paul!" Vincent said as he left with the paint.

"AND I JUST CAN'T IMAGINE HOW YOU COULD SMACK MY ASS LIKE A DRUM" "Vincent, I don't think you should let Paul do drunk karaoke." "Y'know Toulouse, you're probably right."

Vincent loved having his best friend as his roommate. Most of the time the two of them got along well and meshed with each other like two sides of the same coin. Other times, things weren't so great. Paul had gotten back from the bar and he was currently very drunk and lying on the floor laughing. "Vincent... Vincent man... you gotta hear this... you gotta hear this joke" he got out between laughs. "You can tell me tomorrow Paul, you should drink some water and go to bed." Vincent tried. "No no, just trust me it's a really funny joke" He giggled. "A guy walks into a bar" he said. "And he says he says" Paul didn't finish the joke because he burst out laughing again. He got up and clung to Vincent as he laughed. Vincent dragged him to the kitchen and got him a glass of water as he continued laughing. "Look Paul! Vodka!" He said, handing Paul the water. "Oooooooh Vodka!" He said before quickly downing the whole glass. He smacked his lips a bit. "That was not Vodka." He frowned. Vincent handed him another glass of water. "Really? My bad, here you go." Paul downed the second glass and frowned again. "This Vodka tastes like water." Vincent shrugged. "Oh well,  must mean it's past midnight, time for bed."

"ITS FUN TO STAY AT THE! Y.M.C.A! ITS FUN TO STAY AT THE! Y.M.C.A!" "What on Earth are you two doing?" "Toulouse come dance with us!" "No thanks Vincent I think I'll-" "TOULOUSE GET YOUR SORRY ASS OVER HERE AND DANCE WITH US!" "Alright Paul."