#vann

Owen + his pie

BONUS [cause his love started at a young age]

So i was wondering why Vann was so fun to write.

It was the day. The day where June had to open all the PR packages that collected on the dining room table. There were at least fifty of them. She designated one day a month to open them all, and since she was actually home and Sherry had to run all the other errands and things, it meant that Sherry tasked June with actually opening all her mail. She had a pocket knife and her best attitude despite how much she didn’t really like opening PR. It was like no one really knew her, and just tried to get her to sell her soul to their brand. After about three straight boxes of lingerie, she threw the fourth one into the hall out of frustration and she heard Beau’s nails scramble, thinking it was a game as he brought back the box. “Thanks, Boogie,” June said with a sigh and scratched his head. 

Calling to Vann, who was somewhere, she yelled, “You know, I used to get really cool stuff. Saddles. Once they made me a bridle for Duck. Remember that wallet that a fan made me for you?” June sighed. “The good ol’ days.” It was nice to be home after the CMAs, and she was in a pointedly better mood, more energy, and just a little more like herself than she had been the last few weeks. A better outlook. It was something that June traced back to one thing in particular, but she left that alone. With half the boxes open around her, she handed one to Vann. He had his own pocketknife, he didn’t need hers and two hands were better than one. “Let’s play a game. Makeup, underwear, or a weird beauty supplement?” Her eyebrows waggled at him, might as well make it fun.