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The One Where They Did A Farmers Market

Summary: The boys, for some reason, decided to sell some stuff at the local farmers market.

Words: 1130 ish I added a little more

Warnings: swearing, Josh with a chainsaw, purple neon shorts, farmersmarket!jake

Jake stood behind his stall as he looked down at his little pots of jam. He smiled to himself as he stood there.

Nice, he thought.

He hoped the wine he worked his ass off making would also sell well because damn, that was rough but also worth it.

The stuff is not only delicious, with hints of delectable fruits and the smokyness of the wood from the barrel, but that shit will get you fucking DRUNK.

He felt good and looked good. He wore his big black wide-brimmed hat with a blue and white striped shirt, with one button done up as usual. He felt like part of the market, like a fancy farmer.

Josh said he looked the part, too, but should have worn his straw hat instead.

His eyes went from his precious jams to the stall opposite. There, staring back at him, was Sam. He sat in his camping chair, his head barely peaking over the stall table, chewing away just watching Jake.

Jake's brow furrowed, but he laughed softly as he moved to go look at his brother's stall. He eyed the sign his younger brother had made for the market as he approached the table.

It was a poorly taken photo of Sam with a thumbs up and cheesy smile, with the words "Anything can be pickled & tickled!" sprawled across it in thick, black letters.

Jake's eyes went from the sign to the man sitting down, who still chewed away as he ate something.

"Cwan eye hfelp hew?" Sam asked as he chewed.

"Sammy, what does your sign mean?"

Sam looked up at his sign, despite the sun burning down on his face, and read it out loud. He shrugged. "Seems clear to me!" He swallowed, then dug his fingers into the glass jar of pickles and grabbed another one to eat.

"Shouldn't you sell your... pickled goods rather than just eating them?" Jake watched, slightly concerned because he spotted two empty jars pushed off to the side.

"Whwats bpetter 'dan seein tthe ownder eatin' dare' own prwoduuuce?" He answered. And with that, Jake turned away and went over to the stall next to Sam's, which belonged to Danny.

Danny decided to sell some plants he had been growing along with some homemade plant pots. After their somewhat eventful pottery class, Danny got into a new hobby and actually became quite successful at it.

His pots and mini-pot pals were a hit. Jake approached with a smile as Danny handed the wrapped-up pot to a lady who gushed about plants with the curly-haired drummer. He wished her a good day before acknowledging Jake.

"Looking the part," He laughed

Jake returned a soft laugh and then looked at the stall. "I'm really impressed."

Danny smiled brightly and thanked him. "How's yours coming along?"

Jake shrugged. "Okay, I sold some stuff. "I'm worried the wine will have people pass out, though." Danny laughed as he sprayed some water on a hanging plant.

"I'm pretty sure Sammy is just eating his stuff, but it's fun to participate." Danny commented.

Jake went to say something, but the sound of a chainsaw being ripped alive stopped him.

He knew Josh was doing woodwork and wood carving; hell, he'd watched his brother try his best to twiddle an animal out of a small log. But he didn't expect to see his twin, chainsaw in hand, goggles on, going ham on a log.

He was moving the chainsaw around, making odd cuts into the wood. Taking out chunks here and there and making the odd line.

He stopped and lowered the chainsaw as he moved his head from side to side, looking at the log and at his new masterpiece.

To Jake, it looked like someone got drunk, got hold of a chainsaw, and lost a fight with the log. But his twin seemed pleased as he turned to look at him with a wide smile.

"Not bad. What is it?" Jake asked as he stood there, trying hard to see what the heck he just carved.

Josh's smile fell. "Can't you see?"It's a sunset."

"Eye sfeee eit." Sam spoke out, bringing everyone's attention to him suddenly standing with them while eating from a jar of pickled peppers.

Jake eyed the new jaw in his brother's hand but then noticed a few people at his stall. Patting his younger brother on the stomach, he quickly went over to try his charm at selling more stuff.

Josh pouted a little as he watched his twin walk off to sell his jams but smiled to Sam when the taller man lifted the jar with a wink.

Josh ripped the chainsaw back to life and went back to the log.

"Pepper Daniel?" Sam offered the open jar to his friend, who gladly took one.

"Have you sold any of your jars?"

Sam shrugged. "Yeah, a few. "Offering people a taste test helps, and I've sold some dog biscuits too."

Danny paused to think for a minute about asking about the dog biscuits, but Sam walked away.

Danny watched his friend walk away, still eating, as he looked at random stalls. The sound of the chainsaw going nuts brought his attention back to the small man who was currently attacking the log.

"You ok there, buddy?" Danny yelled.

Josh didn't hear him, he was in the zone and the chainsaw blocked out everything

His cheeks were red, and his whole body shook with the chainsaw as he wield it at this damn fucking log.

The rest of the guys didn't understand his obscure wood carvings were going to be a HIT. And then they'd all be sorry. They'd be begging him to make their own personal piece.

Back over at Jammin Jams, the name Jake gave his stall because hey, he likes jam and jamming.

"These are delightful!" The old lady pointed at the little pots of jam. Jake's cheeks rounded in a smile as he felt a wash of pure joy. He loved getting praised. And the fact that this old lady was currently acting like he was the jam master when she probably knew how to make jam was making his cheeks hurt with happiness.

"What a handsome, clever man!" He gushed again and looked down shyly, his hat blocking his view of Sam, who was walking past the old lady, heading back to his stall, one eyebrow raised as he chewed away.

"Would you like to try some?" He lifted a little pot of mixed berries he had made with a smile. The old lady made a noise that Jake took as a yes and offered her a sample.

"Oh my, what is that?"

Jake leaned closer with a smile, his giant hat almost getting in the way. "That, my dear, is the mix of strawberries and--"

Sam watched as Jake chatted away to the lady as he ate some pickled onions. The lady seemed charmed by his brother's smile and his farmer's outfit and was buying nearly the whole fucking stall.

Sam decided to dress casually with bright neon purple shorts and a vintage shirt that put every 80s pattern to shame. He sold some stuff, yeah, but maybe he needed to do something else.

Next time, he'll just shove that stupid straw hat on Jake wore once.

Josh soon came over to his stall with his goggles pushed into his hair, the indents of the tight goggles leaving an imprint around his eyes with a huge smile.

"Hey, do you have a first aid kit?"

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