Boywrangling: Days Zack Blinks Over How Much He Knows About Mormons
There are days that Zack just sort of blinks at how much he's learned about Mormon culture.
He knows that Mormon Standard Time is fifteen minutes behind everybody else.
He knows that it's worth it to keep a hidden stash of Jell-O cups, for the days when Brendon is so restlessly homesick that Zack starts thinking he has a wiggly vocalist-shaped growth on his back.
He knows that if he had to be abandoned on a desert island with one of them, he would choose Brendon, because Mormons take the Boy Scout program seriously. Also never to let a raised-Mormon boy near a match, lighter, or open flame of any kind.
He knows that "funeral potatoes" are the awesomest thing he has ever put in his mouth, and he is paying Brendon's mom to cater his wedding, for fucking serious. Nothing from Idaho has the right to taste that good.
Today, though, walking down the hall after a show, he's reflecting on his knowledge of Mormon folk songs.
"--when it's hot!
I wear flannel pajamas
in the winter when it's not.
But sometimes in the springtime
and sometimes in the fall--"
Zack sighs and pushes the door of the dressing room open. Spencer is determinedly focused on his Sidekick, the tips of his ears slowly flushing pink. And Brendon is wandering around the room.
"--I crawl into bed
wearing NOTHING AT ALL!!"
Stark. Naked.
Ostensibly, he's looking for the street clothes he shed all over the place when they were getting ready to go on earlier.
"Glory, glory, hallelujah!
NAKED!!!"
However, it's somewhat painfully obvious that he isn't wandering anywhere near his actual clothes, and he is wandering near the occupied sofa. Also that he is drawing attention to his nudity with no subtlety whatsoever.
"Glory, glory, what's it to ya?"
Almost as obvious as Spencer's sidelong glances that get stuck every time Brendon flashes into his line of vision. They've been fighting all day; Zack should have been expecting this long before the first notes of Brendon's anthem.
Brendon's just reached, "Easy, breezy flowing THROUGH YA, with NOTHING ON AT--" when Zack throws pants into his face.
He's paid to protect Spencer from suffering, okay?
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He knows that Mormon Standard Time is fifteen minutes behind everybody else.
He knows that it's worth it to keep a hidden stash of Jell-O cups, for the days when Brendon is so restlessly homesick that Zack starts thinking he has a wiggly vocalist-shaped growth on his back.
He knows that if he had to be abandoned on a desert island with one of them, he would choose Brendon, because Mormons take the Boy Scout program seriously. Also never to let a raised-Mormon boy near a match, lighter, or open flame of any kind.
He knows that "funeral potatoes" are the awesomest thing he has ever put in his mouth, and he is paying Brendon's mom to cater his wedding, for fucking serious. Nothing from Idaho has the right to taste that good.
Today, though, walking down the hall after a show, he's reflecting on his knowledge of Mormon folk songs.
"--when it's hot!
I wear flannel pajamas
in the winter when it's not.
But sometimes in the springtime
and sometimes in the fall--"
Zack sighs and pushes the door of the dressing room open. Spencer is determinedly focused on his Sidekick, the tips of his ears slowly flushing pink. And Brendon is wandering around the room.
"--I crawl into bed
wearing NOTHING AT ALL!!"
Stark. Naked.
Ostensibly, he's looking for the street clothes he shed all over the place when they were getting ready to go on earlier.
"Glory, glory, hallelujah!
NAKED!!!"
However, it's somewhat painfully obvious that he isn't wandering anywhere near his actual clothes, and he is wandering near the occupied sofa. Also that he is drawing attention to his nudity with no subtlety whatsoever.
"Glory, glory, what's it to ya?"
Almost as obvious as Spencer's sidelong glances that get stuck every time Brendon flashes into his line of vision. They've been fighting all day; Zack should have been expecting this long before the first notes of Brendon's anthem.
Brendon's just reached, "Easy, breezy flowing THROUGH YA, with NOTHING ON AT--" when Zack throws pants into his face.
He's paid to protect Spencer from suffering, okay?
*~*~*~*~*