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This is for those of you who like and have seen School of Rock. Seriously, Zack/Freddy? FUCK YES! I don't care if they are like, ten. I DON'T CARE. Someone write me some PORN!
Pairing: Zack/Freddy
Rating: G
Summary: Zack messed up. Freddy is friendly and adorable and nice.
Author's Notes: Uhm, none?
Zack’s head is in his hands. He’s moaning, he’s angry with himself, he messed up.
“Hey,” a voice says beside him. Zack doesn’t need to look up to know that it’s Freddy.
“Just… Leave me alone,” he mumbles into his palm, not wanting to look up and face his mistake.
“You did fine.”
“I messed up on the one riff that was the most damn important!” Zack flares up again, slapping his hand down on his thigh. He glares at the drummer. “And I ruined your solo by getting in the way of the damn amp and deafening everyone with that damn feedback.”
“I don’t care about my solo,” Freddy says honestly, patting Zack’s shoulder. “We played a damn good show. That’s what counts, right?”
Zack nods numbly, staring at the ground.
“Look, if you’re that bothered, I can ruin your next solo, ‘kay?” Freddy asks, smiling.
“Don’t you dare,” Zack says, a hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Why are you so bothered about ruining my solo, anyway?” Freddy looks concerned, and tightens his grip on Zack’s shoulder.
Zack tenses, swallows and says honestly, “Because you’re fantastic. And now, no one knows it. ‘Cause of me.”
Freddy laughed. “I’m not fantastic. I messed it up. But, you covered it for me. So all the crowd got was the fact that I was hitting a drum, they didn’t hear the bad rhythm.”
Zack allowed himself a small smile. “You think?”
“I know.” Freddy pulled his arm closer around Zack’s shoulders and points at him. “You know, the best artists have done that.”
“What, fucked up their best friends’ solos?”
Freddy looked astonished. “I- I’m your best friend?”
“You know you are,” Zack says, as if it’s obvious.
“Well… You too, thanks.”
“No problem.”
“Ready to go back out there and rock a show once more?”
Zack takes a deep breath. “Come on, then. Let’s go.”
Pairing: Zack/Freddy
Rating: G
Summary: Zack messed up. Freddy is friendly and adorable and nice.
Author's Notes: Uhm, none?
Zack’s head is in his hands. He’s moaning, he’s angry with himself, he messed up.
“Hey,” a voice says beside him. Zack doesn’t need to look up to know that it’s Freddy.
“Just… Leave me alone,” he mumbles into his palm, not wanting to look up and face his mistake.
“You did fine.”
“I messed up on the one riff that was the most damn important!” Zack flares up again, slapping his hand down on his thigh. He glares at the drummer. “And I ruined your solo by getting in the way of the damn amp and deafening everyone with that damn feedback.”
“I don’t care about my solo,” Freddy says honestly, patting Zack’s shoulder. “We played a damn good show. That’s what counts, right?”
Zack nods numbly, staring at the ground.
“Look, if you’re that bothered, I can ruin your next solo, ‘kay?” Freddy asks, smiling.
“Don’t you dare,” Zack says, a hint of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Why are you so bothered about ruining my solo, anyway?” Freddy looks concerned, and tightens his grip on Zack’s shoulder.
Zack tenses, swallows and says honestly, “Because you’re fantastic. And now, no one knows it. ‘Cause of me.”
Freddy laughed. “I’m not fantastic. I messed it up. But, you covered it for me. So all the crowd got was the fact that I was hitting a drum, they didn’t hear the bad rhythm.”
Zack allowed himself a small smile. “You think?”
“I know.” Freddy pulled his arm closer around Zack’s shoulders and points at him. “You know, the best artists have done that.”
“What, fucked up their best friends’ solos?”
Freddy looked astonished. “I- I’m your best friend?”
“You know you are,” Zack says, as if it’s obvious.
“Well… You too, thanks.”
“No problem.”
“Ready to go back out there and rock a show once more?”
Zack takes a deep breath. “Come on, then. Let’s go.”