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So guys, I HAD to share this log with you. Zac and Taylor decide to go get a Christmas Tree...
Enjoy.
Taylor: It's ludacris! An abosolute travesty!
Zac: Now now, just because Britney Spears doesn't make cologne for men...
Taylor: fuck off
Taylor: there's no tree in the den this year
Taylor: there's the big tree, but the one the three of us decorate in the den is not there.
Zac: God...okay. That is a travesty
Taylor: so you and I are going to get one.
Zac: I think that can be arranged
Zac: Yessir *salutes*
Taylor: Jess is looking after Ez and you and I are going to hack ourselves a tree
Zac: Sure...need me to pick you up?
Taylor: No. I'm going to fly to your place, seeing as I grew wings when I had to leave my car in LA.
Zac: You flew in from LA and boy are your arms tired?
Taylor: *laughs* yes. exhausted. come get me you tool.
Zac: *grins* okay, I'll be there in 10
Taylor: good. bring chopping shit. We're not going to go buy one like lazy s.o.b.s
Zac: Chopping shit? you mean...like, an axe?
Taylor: yes. an axe, a hatchet, a hack saw whatever. just something that is going to make the tree fall over so that we can get it home. And you better be bringing the shaggin' waggin' cause it won't fit on a car.
Zac: I'll go see what we have in the way of sharp cutty things and bring them with me. Anything else before I go?
Taylor: yeah. where's that mix of stupid, funny christmas songs that we made ages ago?
Taylor: Oh! And I'm planning on getting my hands on a copy of Earl The Christmas Squirrel so I can play it obnoxiously loudly when you three get here for dinner tomorrow night.
Taylor: Please don't tell Dave.
Zac: you know, I think I have it somewhere, I'll look...and dude. Have I ever told you just how much I love you?
Taylor: *grins*
Taylor: Jess, Avery, Mac and Zoe are going to know it by then too and they promised to break out singing it at the dinner table.
Zac: *grins* Initiation into the Hanson clan huh? No holds barred, pure unadulterated embarassment?
Taylor: *grins* hell yeah
Taylor: no one gets into the family unless they can handle it.
Taylor: granted, you and I need to break out the home movies so we can make Ike cry and run like a baby to Mommy.
Taylor: you know... the really embarassing footage that we have of him...
Zac: *smirks* You mean the dancing and singing into a hairbrush in front of the mirror type embarassing footage that we have on him?
Taylor: and the time he was in the neighbour's pool and we stole his clothes, boxers and towel and taped him running home...
Taylor: now... mi amigo... come get me.
Zac: *laughs* oh dude. We'll do that after we get the tree *grins* Okay. Coming now. I'll see you in a bit
Taylor: gotcha
Taylor: *signs off*
Zac: After finding the cd, Zac heads down into the garage, and he finds an axe, and two different saws. He packs them into the car, before heading back inside to get his jacket and the keys. He slips the cd into the player, driving through the streets, heading to pick Taylor up.
Taylor: Taylor sits on the front portch of his parents' house sneaking a cigarette before Zac gets there. He blows the smoke from his lungs and watches as it billows in the frost air. Flicking his ashes on the ground, he stands up and starts to wander around the yard; watching his feet as he makes footprints in the snow. Getting an idea, he moves over to the other side of the walkway, and once again begins walking around the yard; this time writing Merry Christmas in footprints.
Zac: Zac hums along to the cd as he menouvres the streets expertly, his gloved fingers tapping against the steering wheel. He pulls into the yard a few minutes later, and he raises an eyebrow as he watches his brother for a moment, before beeping the horn to get his attention.
Taylor: Taylor jumps in the air a little when he hears the beep of the horn, and promptly falls back in the snow just as he finishes the last 's'. Scowling over at his brother, he stands up and brushes himself off; grumbling when he sees that his cigarette had gotten wet. He walks over to the car and opens the door; dropping the wasted tobacco on the ground, "Thanks. Real nice. Scare me half to death, make me fall in the snow and kill my smoke. And don't give me crap about smoking. Merry Christmas, good to see you, now hug me."
Zac: Zac laughs as he watches Taylor falls over and he jumps out, walking around to the other side of the car as Taylor approaches. He grins at his brother as he speaks, opening his mouth to say something about the smoking, but stops as Taylor continues. He steps forward and gives Taylor a tight hug, "Smoking kills, Merry Christmas to you too, Great to see you, and there you go, one Zac hug." Zac answers with a grin, before pulling back.
Taylor: Taylor rolls his eyes at the 'smoke kills' comment, and hugs his brother back, "Thank you." he says when he pulls back. He turns and looks behind him; grimacing when he sees his now wet backside, "My ass is wet." he comments as he looks at him, "And it's good to see you too." he says and trails off. He stands still for a moment; tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrow slightly, "You look different..."
Zac: Zac raises his eyebrow, "Kinda happens when you fall on it in snow bro." Zac says lightly, as he raises an eyebrow at Taylors comment, "I do?" He questions with a slight shrug.
Taylor: Taylor shrugs, "Yeah... good different..." he says and grins, "I know what it is... that dark brooding look is gone from your eyes and you actually look happy." he tells him and then once again turns to look behind him, "Can't really see... is it wet enough to go change? If it doesn't look like I've pissed myself than I don't really care..."
Zac: Zacs lips curl up into a wide smile and he shrugs a little, "I guess the outsides just reflecting the in." He says, knowing that the happy glint in his eye hadn't once left. He looks over Taylors shoulder and shakes his head, "Its fine, doesn't look like you've pissed yourself." Zac assures him, looking at the car, "Ready to go tree hunting?" He asks.
Taylor: Taylor reaches back to brush the last of the snow off of him and nods, "Yes I am." he tells him before getting into the car, "I refuse to let our favorite tradition disappear just because we've all moved out. It's not Christmas without our tree." he tells him before shutting the door and pulling his seatbelt over his lap.
Zac: Zac walks around the car, and lets himself back into the drivers side. He pulls his seatbelt on, and starts the car again, the cd resuming to play. He turns it down a little so they could talk over it and he grins, "It isn't...when we get back, we should call Ike and tell him to get his ass over to help decorate." Zac says, as they pull from the yard, "Tell me where I'm going?" He asks.
Taylor: Taylor nods and he slumps down in his seat; propping his foot up on the dash, "We'll most definately do that. Can't decorate the tree without him." he says; smiling at his favorite christmas mix as it plays through the speakers, "Make me a copy of this?" he asks before thinking for a moment, "And I have no fucking clue where to go... just... drive out of the city, we'll get one from the woods or something."
Zac: Zac grins, "He better pick up the phone, when I left, he and Dave were canoodling on the couch." Zac rolls his eyes good naturedly, as he starts to head out of the city. He taps his fingers to the music and nods, "I'll do it when I get back tonight." Zac promises.
Taylor: Taylor snorts at the 'canoodling' remark and nods, "thanks." he says as he shifts a little. He glances out at the scenery and smiles, "You should have seen Ez's face when he saw Mom and Dad's tree..." he says as he turns to look at Zac, "I've never seen his eyes light up that big."
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor as he drives and he laughs softly, "I can only imagine...I mean, Its the first time he's ever seen anything like it I'd say." Zac laughs quietly, "I can't wait to see him." He says after a moment, realising just how much he'd missed his nephew.
Taylor: Taylor smiles, "I'm sure he's missed you too." he says as he watches his brother's face, "He's been running around between the tree and all of our old toys. I've taken the lego and transformers from the play room so he doesn't choke on them, but everything else..." he trails off and starts to laugh, "Oh God, he found our old lightsabres and thought it was a good idea to beat Mac with them."
Zac: Zac grins and he shakes hsi head a little, "I'm sure Mack recognises some of that behaviour as his own.." Zac says wryly, remembering the beatings he took with the lightsabres, "I like to think things have come full circle." He remarks with a cheeky smile.
Taylor: Taylor chuckles and nods, "Oh they have..." he says as he runs his hand through his hair, "Although, he's enjoying having Ez around I think..." he says; his voice growning thoughtful, "Hey, have you had a chance to talk to Mack yet?"
Zac: Zac nods, "I've talked to him....just trivial catch up stuff." Zac tells Taylor, looking over at his brother, "Have you had a chance to talk to him since you've been back?"
Taylor: Taylor shakes his head, "I tried... Jess and I rounded up Ave and Zoe to build a snow man, and I went to see if he wanted to help, but he wouldn't even let me in his room..." he says and frowns a little, "I mean, it wasn't locked, but I'm not going to barge in. I watched Mom try and he yelled at her..."
Zac: Zac sighs, and his brow creases slightly, as he lifts a hand to rub his forehead, "I'll see if I can coax him out of his room when we get back..." Zac says thoughtfully, chewing on his bottom lip.
Taylor: Taylor's eyes grow sympathetic and he reaches over and gently rubs his brother's shoulder, "It'll be okay. He's just probably going through all of those crappy hormonal changes." he says as his eyes drift out around the road. "Oh!" he says and points, "There! There's a shit load of fur trees!"
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor, ad he nods slowly, givin him a small smile, "It probably is...but I'll feel better once I sus it out." Zac says, as his gaze follows Taylors pointing finger. He looks around and quickly finds a place thats easy to park, killing the motor..
Taylor: Taylor grins and he undoes his seatbelt. Reaching into the back of the car, he grabs Zac's tools. Pulling back, he grins at him, "I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay..." he sings as he opens his door, "I sleep all night and I work all day! I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lava-tree. On wednesdays I go shoppin' and have buttered scones for tea!"
Zac: Zac shakes his head slightly as he watches Taylor with an amused expression. He chuckles softly, and he firmly attatches the keys to his belt so he didn;t lose them. He jumps out of the car, and walks around the other side taking the larger of the saws from Taylor as he looks at the fur trees, "Lets find this sucker." Zac says enthusiastically.
Taylor: Taylor grins as he gets out of the car and looks around at the large amount of trees infront of them. "First, the one we pick can't have animal homes in it... I think Mom would kill us if we had a squirrel running around the house..." he says and then pauses, "Although I'm sure Dave would appreciate it... he could name it Earl." he says and starts to laugh as he begins wandering through the trees.
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor out of the corner of his eyes, and he grins widely, letting out a laugh, "How do we tell the ones that don't have animals living in them?" Zac asks, as he weaves through the trees with Taylor, "Although...if we had one with an earl, we'd have Dave's Christmas present." Zac says with a cheeky grin.
Taylor: Taylor laughs and shakes his head, "That's very true." he says and then stops and turns to look at Zac, "Dude... lets buy him a stuffed Squirrel." he says with a smile, "We could wrap him up and shit..." he says and stops infront of a medium sized tree with healthy bows, "Hey... what about this one?"
Zac: Zac looks at the tree they've stopped in front off, and he studies it, looking for evidence of it being habitated by any furry woodland creatures. He chuckles and grins over at Taylor, "We just have to do that." He agrees with a nod as he laughs a little more, "This tree looks good." He agees as he switches the hands he was holding the saw with.
Taylor: Taylor grins, "Sweet... okay... how the hell do we do this?" he asks; finding he has no idea how to cut down a tree as their Dad had always been the one to do it.
Zac: Zac cocks his head to the side and he purses his lips together thoughtfully, "I guess...we just um...chop it off from the bottom?" Zac says, looking slightly sheepish.
Taylor: Taylor stands there for a moment, and then bursts out laughing, "Okay... this is sad... and it can't be too hard. Give me one end of that saw, you take the other and we'll go from the right side over..." he says as he wanders over to the other side of the tree; holding his hand out to Zac as he squats down in the snow.
Zac: Zac laughs along with Taylor, and he moves to the kneel slightly in the snow, shivering slightly as the cold immediately seeps through the denim of his jeans. He carefully moves the saw so Taylor can grab the other end, and he sneezes a loud sneeze, as his nose gets tickled slightly, "okay...so now we saw."
Taylor: Taylor runs his hand through his hair and laughs, "Bless you!" he says through his chuckles as he grabs the other end of the saw; holding it against the tree, "Dude... where are we supposed to start cutting?" he asks; not too sure how much of the trunk to leave.
Zac: Zacs eyes examine the tree, and he shrugs slightly, "About halfway down? Enough to set it up in a stand?" Zac suggests, as he laughs, realising just how utterly clueless they both were.
Taylor: Taylor shrugs, "Hey, that sounds good to me." he says as he figures out where to place the saw, "Okay... gotta go at the same time..." he says and gets a cheeky grin, "you're the drummer. count us in."
Zac: Zac laughs a little louder and he looks over at Taylor, "Okay...on the count of three..." Zac says, making sure the saw was against the Tree. He pauses for a moment, "One...two...three." He counts.
Taylor: Taylor smirks as they begin to saw through the tree. He looks up at it and finds himself starting to get into the Christmas spirit. "Rudolf the red nose reindeer! Had a very shiny nose!" he sings before nudging his brother; hoping he'll join in.
Zac: Zac looks up, and over at Taylor as he starts to sing. He grins as he gets nudged and he continues to saw through the tree, "And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows!" Zac starts to sing along.
Cop: Randy frowns as he drives along the highway and catches sight of the car parked along the side of the road. He slows to a stop and pulls up behind it; deciding to see if the driver needs some assistance. He stops when he hears two part harmony Rudolf coming from close by and shakes his head, "Dumb drunks are starting early this year..." he mutters as he rounds the car and stops in his tracks when he catches sight of Taylor and Zac Hanson cutting down a tree. "Drop the saw boys." he says in an official voice; knowing that all the rock and roll, drugs and unprotected sex was going to come around to bite the three hooligans in the ass some day.
Zac: Zac chuckles through the singing as they continue to sing the song, "Our harmonies sound great out here!" He pauses long enough to say, before joining back in. He's not aware of car pulling up, and the cop approach until he hears the loud official voice over there singing. He stops both his singing and sawing, looking slightly like a deer caught in headlights.
Taylor: Taylor frowns when he looks at Zac's face; not having heard the officer over the song and then his face slowly turns to face him, and he gulps; immediately dropping the saw in the snow. "Uh..." he trails off and raises his hands in the air, "is... is there something wrong oci..." he stops and shakes his head, "Officer?!"
"Cutting down trees out here is illegal son." Randy says; trying to mask the laughter from his voice, "Both of you on your feet." he tells them as he steps closer to them; keeping his hand poised slightly close to his gun.
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor, and his face pales slightly, as he looks back at the cop, who's hand was entirely too close to his gun for Zacs comfort. He clears his throat slightly, as he drops the saw, before slowly standing up, shooting Taylor another look, "We didn't know that, Officer." Zac pipes up after a moment as he moves to put his gloved, cold hands into his pockets, expecting a warning or a fine.
Taylor: Randy raises his eyebrows at Zac, "Doesn't matter Boy, you were just caught committing a felony. Hands in the air please." he says as he looks between them. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you..." he says as he starts droaning through their rights; moving closer to grab hold of the two of them; having a good idea they weren't going to pull away.
Taylor feels a rock hit his stomach, and he blinks back the scared tears suddenly in his eyes, "Jail?!" he squeeks as he feels the scruff of his jacket being yanked on.
Zac: Zacs jaw drops slightly and he looks at the police officer, his expression stunned. He feels his stomach turn and he all of a sudden feels sick. He clears his throat slightly and draws his bottom lip into his mouth, feeling slightly scared as he hears Taylors squeak and his imagination starts running away with him. He jumps slightly as he feels his jacket being tugged roughly on and he shakes his head, "People don't get arrested for cutting down trees." He blurts out before he can stop himself.
Taylor: Randy looks at him, "On Government Property they sure do kid!" he says as he starts to walk them to the car, "Now... I don't have to handcuff you boys, do I?" he asks as they start to head towards the squad car.
"S-s-sir... it's close to Christmas... we were just wanting a tree for our den..." Taylor stammers as he feels his feet moving numbly in the direction the officer was taking them.
"Then you should have gone to a tree farm just like everyone else." Randy says and shakes his head, "Not that you pop stars are all that bright." he says in an ammused tone.
Zac: Zacs eyes narrow slightly and he shakes his head a little, glaring back at the officer as he gets pushed towards the squad car. He looks over at Taylor, taking a deep breath, reaching out to tug on his sleeve for a moment, sharing a look with him, "Sir, we really had no idea that it was illegal to chop down these trees....I assure you if we had of known," Zac pauses and looks back at the cop, his stomach still turning unpleasantly, "We would have used our not so bright popstar minds to have found a tree farm." He finishes off, shifting slightly as the cops grip gets a little tighter.
Taylor: Taylor shoots Zac a look, "Shut it... you're just gonna make it worse." he says to him quietly as he gets nudged towards the open back door. "Just... um..." he looks up at the officer and then back to Zac, "Stay calm?" he asks as he climbs in the car.
"That brother of yours is right kid, I can make this a hell of a lot worse. Just get in the car." he tells him; gesturing to the empty space in the backseat, "I'm sure Mommy and Daddy will just be happy to know their babies are safe and sound."
Zac: Zac knows Taylor is right and he chews on his lip, nodding slightly. He knows that its just him being defensive, because he was freaking out internally. His jaw twitches slightly at the comment the cop makes, but he keeps his mouth shut, and slips into the empty space in the backseat.
Taylor: Randy whistles as he shuts the door and wanders into the front seat. Hopping in, he does his belt up and reaches for his radio. He radios in the report and starts the car; heading back out onto the road humming quietly to himself.
Taylor slumps down and starts to softly bang his head against the window pane, "Shit..." he whispers before looking over at Zac, "Dude... I'm sorry." he says; feeling like this was his fault.
Zac: Zac sighs and he rubs his face with his hands, looking over at Taylor. He shakes his head slightly, "S'ok...just...don't apologise. It was a mistake..." Zac says quietly, rubbing his hands on his jeans, pulling a slight face at the cops humming.
Enjoy.
Taylor: It's ludacris! An abosolute travesty!
Zac: Now now, just because Britney Spears doesn't make cologne for men...
Taylor: fuck off
Taylor: there's no tree in the den this year
Taylor: there's the big tree, but the one the three of us decorate in the den is not there.
Zac: God...okay. That is a travesty
Taylor: so you and I are going to get one.
Zac: I think that can be arranged
Zac: Yessir *salutes*
Taylor: Jess is looking after Ez and you and I are going to hack ourselves a tree
Zac: Sure...need me to pick you up?
Taylor: No. I'm going to fly to your place, seeing as I grew wings when I had to leave my car in LA.
Zac: You flew in from LA and boy are your arms tired?
Taylor: *laughs* yes. exhausted. come get me you tool.
Zac: *grins* okay, I'll be there in 10
Taylor: good. bring chopping shit. We're not going to go buy one like lazy s.o.b.s
Zac: Chopping shit? you mean...like, an axe?
Taylor: yes. an axe, a hatchet, a hack saw whatever. just something that is going to make the tree fall over so that we can get it home. And you better be bringing the shaggin' waggin' cause it won't fit on a car.
Zac: I'll go see what we have in the way of sharp cutty things and bring them with me. Anything else before I go?
Taylor: yeah. where's that mix of stupid, funny christmas songs that we made ages ago?
Taylor: Oh! And I'm planning on getting my hands on a copy of Earl The Christmas Squirrel so I can play it obnoxiously loudly when you three get here for dinner tomorrow night.
Taylor: Please don't tell Dave.
Zac: you know, I think I have it somewhere, I'll look...and dude. Have I ever told you just how much I love you?
Taylor: *grins*
Taylor: Jess, Avery, Mac and Zoe are going to know it by then too and they promised to break out singing it at the dinner table.
Zac: *grins* Initiation into the Hanson clan huh? No holds barred, pure unadulterated embarassment?
Taylor: *grins* hell yeah
Taylor: no one gets into the family unless they can handle it.
Taylor: granted, you and I need to break out the home movies so we can make Ike cry and run like a baby to Mommy.
Taylor: you know... the really embarassing footage that we have of him...
Zac: *smirks* You mean the dancing and singing into a hairbrush in front of the mirror type embarassing footage that we have on him?
Taylor: and the time he was in the neighbour's pool and we stole his clothes, boxers and towel and taped him running home...
Taylor: now... mi amigo... come get me.
Zac: *laughs* oh dude. We'll do that after we get the tree *grins* Okay. Coming now. I'll see you in a bit
Taylor: gotcha
Taylor: *signs off*
Zac: After finding the cd, Zac heads down into the garage, and he finds an axe, and two different saws. He packs them into the car, before heading back inside to get his jacket and the keys. He slips the cd into the player, driving through the streets, heading to pick Taylor up.
Taylor: Taylor sits on the front portch of his parents' house sneaking a cigarette before Zac gets there. He blows the smoke from his lungs and watches as it billows in the frost air. Flicking his ashes on the ground, he stands up and starts to wander around the yard; watching his feet as he makes footprints in the snow. Getting an idea, he moves over to the other side of the walkway, and once again begins walking around the yard; this time writing Merry Christmas in footprints.
Zac: Zac hums along to the cd as he menouvres the streets expertly, his gloved fingers tapping against the steering wheel. He pulls into the yard a few minutes later, and he raises an eyebrow as he watches his brother for a moment, before beeping the horn to get his attention.
Taylor: Taylor jumps in the air a little when he hears the beep of the horn, and promptly falls back in the snow just as he finishes the last 's'. Scowling over at his brother, he stands up and brushes himself off; grumbling when he sees that his cigarette had gotten wet. He walks over to the car and opens the door; dropping the wasted tobacco on the ground, "Thanks. Real nice. Scare me half to death, make me fall in the snow and kill my smoke. And don't give me crap about smoking. Merry Christmas, good to see you, now hug me."
Zac: Zac laughs as he watches Taylor falls over and he jumps out, walking around to the other side of the car as Taylor approaches. He grins at his brother as he speaks, opening his mouth to say something about the smoking, but stops as Taylor continues. He steps forward and gives Taylor a tight hug, "Smoking kills, Merry Christmas to you too, Great to see you, and there you go, one Zac hug." Zac answers with a grin, before pulling back.
Taylor: Taylor rolls his eyes at the 'smoke kills' comment, and hugs his brother back, "Thank you." he says when he pulls back. He turns and looks behind him; grimacing when he sees his now wet backside, "My ass is wet." he comments as he looks at him, "And it's good to see you too." he says and trails off. He stands still for a moment; tilting his head to the side and raising his eyebrow slightly, "You look different..."
Zac: Zac raises his eyebrow, "Kinda happens when you fall on it in snow bro." Zac says lightly, as he raises an eyebrow at Taylors comment, "I do?" He questions with a slight shrug.
Taylor: Taylor shrugs, "Yeah... good different..." he says and grins, "I know what it is... that dark brooding look is gone from your eyes and you actually look happy." he tells him and then once again turns to look behind him, "Can't really see... is it wet enough to go change? If it doesn't look like I've pissed myself than I don't really care..."
Zac: Zacs lips curl up into a wide smile and he shrugs a little, "I guess the outsides just reflecting the in." He says, knowing that the happy glint in his eye hadn't once left. He looks over Taylors shoulder and shakes his head, "Its fine, doesn't look like you've pissed yourself." Zac assures him, looking at the car, "Ready to go tree hunting?" He asks.
Taylor: Taylor reaches back to brush the last of the snow off of him and nods, "Yes I am." he tells him before getting into the car, "I refuse to let our favorite tradition disappear just because we've all moved out. It's not Christmas without our tree." he tells him before shutting the door and pulling his seatbelt over his lap.
Zac: Zac walks around the car, and lets himself back into the drivers side. He pulls his seatbelt on, and starts the car again, the cd resuming to play. He turns it down a little so they could talk over it and he grins, "It isn't...when we get back, we should call Ike and tell him to get his ass over to help decorate." Zac says, as they pull from the yard, "Tell me where I'm going?" He asks.
Taylor: Taylor nods and he slumps down in his seat; propping his foot up on the dash, "We'll most definately do that. Can't decorate the tree without him." he says; smiling at his favorite christmas mix as it plays through the speakers, "Make me a copy of this?" he asks before thinking for a moment, "And I have no fucking clue where to go... just... drive out of the city, we'll get one from the woods or something."
Zac: Zac grins, "He better pick up the phone, when I left, he and Dave were canoodling on the couch." Zac rolls his eyes good naturedly, as he starts to head out of the city. He taps his fingers to the music and nods, "I'll do it when I get back tonight." Zac promises.
Taylor: Taylor snorts at the 'canoodling' remark and nods, "thanks." he says as he shifts a little. He glances out at the scenery and smiles, "You should have seen Ez's face when he saw Mom and Dad's tree..." he says as he turns to look at Zac, "I've never seen his eyes light up that big."
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor as he drives and he laughs softly, "I can only imagine...I mean, Its the first time he's ever seen anything like it I'd say." Zac laughs quietly, "I can't wait to see him." He says after a moment, realising just how much he'd missed his nephew.
Taylor: Taylor smiles, "I'm sure he's missed you too." he says as he watches his brother's face, "He's been running around between the tree and all of our old toys. I've taken the lego and transformers from the play room so he doesn't choke on them, but everything else..." he trails off and starts to laugh, "Oh God, he found our old lightsabres and thought it was a good idea to beat Mac with them."
Zac: Zac grins and he shakes hsi head a little, "I'm sure Mack recognises some of that behaviour as his own.." Zac says wryly, remembering the beatings he took with the lightsabres, "I like to think things have come full circle." He remarks with a cheeky smile.
Taylor: Taylor chuckles and nods, "Oh they have..." he says as he runs his hand through his hair, "Although, he's enjoying having Ez around I think..." he says; his voice growning thoughtful, "Hey, have you had a chance to talk to Mack yet?"
Zac: Zac nods, "I've talked to him....just trivial catch up stuff." Zac tells Taylor, looking over at his brother, "Have you had a chance to talk to him since you've been back?"
Taylor: Taylor shakes his head, "I tried... Jess and I rounded up Ave and Zoe to build a snow man, and I went to see if he wanted to help, but he wouldn't even let me in his room..." he says and frowns a little, "I mean, it wasn't locked, but I'm not going to barge in. I watched Mom try and he yelled at her..."
Zac: Zac sighs, and his brow creases slightly, as he lifts a hand to rub his forehead, "I'll see if I can coax him out of his room when we get back..." Zac says thoughtfully, chewing on his bottom lip.
Taylor: Taylor's eyes grow sympathetic and he reaches over and gently rubs his brother's shoulder, "It'll be okay. He's just probably going through all of those crappy hormonal changes." he says as his eyes drift out around the road. "Oh!" he says and points, "There! There's a shit load of fur trees!"
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor, ad he nods slowly, givin him a small smile, "It probably is...but I'll feel better once I sus it out." Zac says, as his gaze follows Taylors pointing finger. He looks around and quickly finds a place thats easy to park, killing the motor..
Taylor: Taylor grins and he undoes his seatbelt. Reaching into the back of the car, he grabs Zac's tools. Pulling back, he grins at him, "I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay..." he sings as he opens his door, "I sleep all night and I work all day! I cut down trees, I eat my lunch, I go to the lava-tree. On wednesdays I go shoppin' and have buttered scones for tea!"
Zac: Zac shakes his head slightly as he watches Taylor with an amused expression. He chuckles softly, and he firmly attatches the keys to his belt so he didn;t lose them. He jumps out of the car, and walks around the other side taking the larger of the saws from Taylor as he looks at the fur trees, "Lets find this sucker." Zac says enthusiastically.
Taylor: Taylor grins as he gets out of the car and looks around at the large amount of trees infront of them. "First, the one we pick can't have animal homes in it... I think Mom would kill us if we had a squirrel running around the house..." he says and then pauses, "Although I'm sure Dave would appreciate it... he could name it Earl." he says and starts to laugh as he begins wandering through the trees.
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor out of the corner of his eyes, and he grins widely, letting out a laugh, "How do we tell the ones that don't have animals living in them?" Zac asks, as he weaves through the trees with Taylor, "Although...if we had one with an earl, we'd have Dave's Christmas present." Zac says with a cheeky grin.
Taylor: Taylor laughs and shakes his head, "That's very true." he says and then stops and turns to look at Zac, "Dude... lets buy him a stuffed Squirrel." he says with a smile, "We could wrap him up and shit..." he says and stops infront of a medium sized tree with healthy bows, "Hey... what about this one?"
Zac: Zac looks at the tree they've stopped in front off, and he studies it, looking for evidence of it being habitated by any furry woodland creatures. He chuckles and grins over at Taylor, "We just have to do that." He agrees with a nod as he laughs a little more, "This tree looks good." He agees as he switches the hands he was holding the saw with.
Taylor: Taylor grins, "Sweet... okay... how the hell do we do this?" he asks; finding he has no idea how to cut down a tree as their Dad had always been the one to do it.
Zac: Zac cocks his head to the side and he purses his lips together thoughtfully, "I guess...we just um...chop it off from the bottom?" Zac says, looking slightly sheepish.
Taylor: Taylor stands there for a moment, and then bursts out laughing, "Okay... this is sad... and it can't be too hard. Give me one end of that saw, you take the other and we'll go from the right side over..." he says as he wanders over to the other side of the tree; holding his hand out to Zac as he squats down in the snow.
Zac: Zac laughs along with Taylor, and he moves to the kneel slightly in the snow, shivering slightly as the cold immediately seeps through the denim of his jeans. He carefully moves the saw so Taylor can grab the other end, and he sneezes a loud sneeze, as his nose gets tickled slightly, "okay...so now we saw."
Taylor: Taylor runs his hand through his hair and laughs, "Bless you!" he says through his chuckles as he grabs the other end of the saw; holding it against the tree, "Dude... where are we supposed to start cutting?" he asks; not too sure how much of the trunk to leave.
Zac: Zacs eyes examine the tree, and he shrugs slightly, "About halfway down? Enough to set it up in a stand?" Zac suggests, as he laughs, realising just how utterly clueless they both were.
Taylor: Taylor shrugs, "Hey, that sounds good to me." he says as he figures out where to place the saw, "Okay... gotta go at the same time..." he says and gets a cheeky grin, "you're the drummer. count us in."
Zac: Zac laughs a little louder and he looks over at Taylor, "Okay...on the count of three..." Zac says, making sure the saw was against the Tree. He pauses for a moment, "One...two...three." He counts.
Taylor: Taylor smirks as they begin to saw through the tree. He looks up at it and finds himself starting to get into the Christmas spirit. "Rudolf the red nose reindeer! Had a very shiny nose!" he sings before nudging his brother; hoping he'll join in.
Zac: Zac looks up, and over at Taylor as he starts to sing. He grins as he gets nudged and he continues to saw through the tree, "And if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows!" Zac starts to sing along.
Cop: Randy frowns as he drives along the highway and catches sight of the car parked along the side of the road. He slows to a stop and pulls up behind it; deciding to see if the driver needs some assistance. He stops when he hears two part harmony Rudolf coming from close by and shakes his head, "Dumb drunks are starting early this year..." he mutters as he rounds the car and stops in his tracks when he catches sight of Taylor and Zac Hanson cutting down a tree. "Drop the saw boys." he says in an official voice; knowing that all the rock and roll, drugs and unprotected sex was going to come around to bite the three hooligans in the ass some day.
Zac: Zac chuckles through the singing as they continue to sing the song, "Our harmonies sound great out here!" He pauses long enough to say, before joining back in. He's not aware of car pulling up, and the cop approach until he hears the loud official voice over there singing. He stops both his singing and sawing, looking slightly like a deer caught in headlights.
Taylor: Taylor frowns when he looks at Zac's face; not having heard the officer over the song and then his face slowly turns to face him, and he gulps; immediately dropping the saw in the snow. "Uh..." he trails off and raises his hands in the air, "is... is there something wrong oci..." he stops and shakes his head, "Officer?!"
"Cutting down trees out here is illegal son." Randy says; trying to mask the laughter from his voice, "Both of you on your feet." he tells them as he steps closer to them; keeping his hand poised slightly close to his gun.
Zac: Zac looks over at Taylor, and his face pales slightly, as he looks back at the cop, who's hand was entirely too close to his gun for Zacs comfort. He clears his throat slightly, as he drops the saw, before slowly standing up, shooting Taylor another look, "We didn't know that, Officer." Zac pipes up after a moment as he moves to put his gloved, cold hands into his pockets, expecting a warning or a fine.
Taylor: Randy raises his eyebrows at Zac, "Doesn't matter Boy, you were just caught committing a felony. Hands in the air please." he says as he looks between them. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be held against you..." he says as he starts droaning through their rights; moving closer to grab hold of the two of them; having a good idea they weren't going to pull away.
Taylor feels a rock hit his stomach, and he blinks back the scared tears suddenly in his eyes, "Jail?!" he squeeks as he feels the scruff of his jacket being yanked on.
Zac: Zacs jaw drops slightly and he looks at the police officer, his expression stunned. He feels his stomach turn and he all of a sudden feels sick. He clears his throat slightly and draws his bottom lip into his mouth, feeling slightly scared as he hears Taylors squeak and his imagination starts running away with him. He jumps slightly as he feels his jacket being tugged roughly on and he shakes his head, "People don't get arrested for cutting down trees." He blurts out before he can stop himself.
Taylor: Randy looks at him, "On Government Property they sure do kid!" he says as he starts to walk them to the car, "Now... I don't have to handcuff you boys, do I?" he asks as they start to head towards the squad car.
"S-s-sir... it's close to Christmas... we were just wanting a tree for our den..." Taylor stammers as he feels his feet moving numbly in the direction the officer was taking them.
"Then you should have gone to a tree farm just like everyone else." Randy says and shakes his head, "Not that you pop stars are all that bright." he says in an ammused tone.
Zac: Zacs eyes narrow slightly and he shakes his head a little, glaring back at the officer as he gets pushed towards the squad car. He looks over at Taylor, taking a deep breath, reaching out to tug on his sleeve for a moment, sharing a look with him, "Sir, we really had no idea that it was illegal to chop down these trees....I assure you if we had of known," Zac pauses and looks back at the cop, his stomach still turning unpleasantly, "We would have used our not so bright popstar minds to have found a tree farm." He finishes off, shifting slightly as the cops grip gets a little tighter.
Taylor: Taylor shoots Zac a look, "Shut it... you're just gonna make it worse." he says to him quietly as he gets nudged towards the open back door. "Just... um..." he looks up at the officer and then back to Zac, "Stay calm?" he asks as he climbs in the car.
"That brother of yours is right kid, I can make this a hell of a lot worse. Just get in the car." he tells him; gesturing to the empty space in the backseat, "I'm sure Mommy and Daddy will just be happy to know their babies are safe and sound."
Zac: Zac knows Taylor is right and he chews on his lip, nodding slightly. He knows that its just him being defensive, because he was freaking out internally. His jaw twitches slightly at the comment the cop makes, but he keeps his mouth shut, and slips into the empty space in the backseat.
Taylor: Randy whistles as he shuts the door and wanders into the front seat. Hopping in, he does his belt up and reaches for his radio. He radios in the report and starts the car; heading back out onto the road humming quietly to himself.
Taylor slumps down and starts to softly bang his head against the window pane, "Shit..." he whispers before looking over at Zac, "Dude... I'm sorry." he says; feeling like this was his fault.
Zac: Zac sighs and he rubs his face with his hands, looking over at Taylor. He shakes his head slightly, "S'ok...just...don't apologise. It was a mistake..." Zac says quietly, rubbing his hands on his jeans, pulling a slight face at the cops humming.