Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2007 20:16:38 +0200
From: jerichoholic #1 <beer4myhorses@hotmail.com>
Subject: love thy will be done (a zack efron story) / chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. I do not know the
celebrities mentioned nor does this story imply anything
concerning their personal lives. This story was written for
entertainment purposes only! This story was not meant to offend
or mock any of the celebrities mentioned, nor their fans...Zac
Efron and Jesse McCartney are two talented entertainers whose
work I respect and love very much. If adult themed fiction
involving celebrities might offend you I suggest you stop
reading right now.

This story contains mild adult contents, the relevant laws,
concerning adult entertainment, of your home state or country
apply. All responsibility rests with the reader. This story
contains mild profanity, discression is advised.  By reading
this story you agree with the above. Enjoy the story!


Love, Thy Will Be Done
( a Zac Efron story)

Chapter 1: Thieves in the temple


The first rays of a new morning sun fell through the window of
his bedroom. The faint tints of red that started to color the
horizon signalled the approaching morning. Even though dawn was
just breaking and it was still very early, Zac Efron was wide
awake. Another sleepless night had come to an end. The last in
a series of many. He was lying on his bed, staring at the
ceiling...not really thinking of anything. He was exhausted and
wished for nothing more than a good nights sleep. But as soon
as he closed his eyes his mind would wander back to a not so
far away past. Images of the sun soaked beaches of Hawaii or
stolen kisses in-between taping scenes of `High school musical'
would haunt his tormented mind. Sleeping brought no rest, far
from it...so for weeks he had exchanged minutes of dream haunted
sleep with hours of lying awake. The effects where clearly
noticeable, both in his appearance as in his composure. He was
a wreck, on his way to a breakdown fast.

Knowing no sleep would come this night he grudgedly crawled out
of bed. His head felt heavy and his legs were weak. He slowly
walked out of his bedroom into the kitchen. Looking back
briefly at the king size bed that for the last month had
carried only him. How had it come to this? He still couldn't
get his mind around it. One day she was gone, leaving nothing
except  a quickly written note. When he called her there was no
answer. When he mailed her...no reply ever came back. One day he
had been on top of the world, happy as can be...the next day,
without warning, it was over and she was gone.

He poured himself a cup of cold coffee. Still in the can from
last night. Clad in only a tight black CK boxer he stepped into
the living room of his apartment. Not sure what to do with
himself. It was five O' clock in the morning. He couldn't sleep
and he didn't feel like doing anything. He put his coffee down
and let himself fall onto the couch, putting his legs on one
armrest while his head was supported by the other. He quickly
thought over his schedule for the day to come. In the afternoon
he was supposed to attend a promotional screening of his
upcoming movie `high school musical 2'. It was the last
obligation he was scheduled to appear at. The last couple of
weeks he had turned down many requests, simply because he
couldn't work up the motivation to do  anything. He did the
rolling stone cover, sure... that he did. It was his attempt at
extracting some revenge at her. But after today his schedule
was clear, for at least 3 weeks. He looked forward to taking
some time of to deal with it all.

"Just one more screening..." he thought to himself.

"Oh fuck!" he suddenly exclaimed. "She's gone be there!" he
realized.

For a few moments he didn't know how to compose himself. What
should he do. The thought of simply not going crossed his mind,
but he quickly dismissed that since it would probably not be
the smartest thing to do considering  he had signed an
agreement to be there. Yet the thought of him having to act all
giddy and happy in front of the press, exchanging pleasantries
with her...the old `all is well in paradise' routine...literally
sickened him.

After deliberating with himself for a few minutes he decided
the best thing to do would be to go anyway. But he planned on
just staying in the background, not draw to much attention to
himself. That way he had fulfilled his contractual obligations,
yet if he was lucky he wouldn't catch too much of the
spotlight. This time he really wasn't in the mood for that.

The rest of the morning he passed with drinking cold coffee and
thinking a lot about nothing in particular. He just let the
hours drag on till they finally demanded him to get ready. He
took a quick shower, put on a pair of faded blue jeans and a
`motörhead' T-shirt. He topped it of by pulling his favourite
Giants cap over his head. It wasn't exactly the usual attire he
would wear to a public event, but he was hoping to fade into
the background as soon as he got there.

Finally, after stalling as long as possible, he grabbed his
wallet, cell and car keys and headed out the door. The drive to
the theatre where the screening would take place was a nervous
one. It would be the first time in over a month he would be in
the same room as Vanessa. They hadn't seen each-other or spoken
to each-other since that evening when he came home to find her
and her belongings gone. There was hurt, anger, frustration and
confusion raging through his mind just thinking about that day.
He slammed his fist on the steering wheel of his car,
accidentally hitting the car horn. The sudden sound brought him
back to reality. He cursed her name under his breath as he
drove on.

He parked his car on the employee's parking lot of the theatre.
Away from the main entrance of the building where there would
probably be a crowd of photographers and fans waiting for a
glimpse of the various actors and actresses passing through. He
felt a bit guilty about the fact he was skipping on his fans,
but he just didn't feel like he had the strength to put on a
brave face today. He entered the theatre through the back
entrance, unnoticed by anyone. As he made his way through the
building he was approached by one of the ushers.

"excuse me sir, Can I help you?" the young man asked Zac.

"Yes, I think you can" Zac said as he handed the usher his VIP
invitation to the event.

"Welcome Mr. Efron..." the usher said as he read the invitation.
"We have a seat reserved for you on the front row."

"actually...Ron..." Zac interrupted as he quickly scanned the name
tag on the young man's uniform, "If it is at all possible, I'd
prefer a place in the back...I'm not feeling too well and I might
have to make for a quick exit...if you no what I mean."

"no problem sir" Ron smiled, "I'll show you a seat."

"thank you" Zac said, glad he could stay out of sight as
planned. Sure, it had required a little lie, but that was just
the way it was.

Ron showed him a seat in the last row, near the exit. Before he
left he hesitantly asked Zac for an autograph.

"excuse me sir, I hate to bother you any further,...but would you
mind signing an autograph for my little sister...she's a huge
fan?"

"I don't mind at all" Zac smiled..."you got a pen?"

Ron handed him a pen. Zac took his invitation for the event and
quickly signed it before handing it to Ron.

"Wow,...thanx a lot!...she's going to love this." Ron said
enthusiastically.

"No problem" Zac smiled.

Ron thanked him again before he went back to the main hall. Zac
took his seat and slowly scanned the room. He was quite far
away from the main entrance through which all the VIP's were
entering the theatre. Nobody seemed to pay any particular
attention to him, which was good. He watched various people,
accompanied by a barrage of flashes, make their way to their
seats. It was a circus he was glad not to be a part of tonight.

Suddenly he saw her. Accompanied by co-star Corbin Bleu,
Vanessa entered the theatre. Flashes lit up, girls were
screaming and journalists were falling over themselves trying
to throw a question at either one of them. Zac observed the
spectacle with a slow burning anger building up inside of him.
There she was, smiling, waving at people, signing autographs as
if everything was all right with the world.  While it wasn't!
She had left him, without an explanation, without as much as
`goodbye'. His heart was twitching and his blood boiling as he
watched her make her way to the seat. It was a testament to his
inner strength that he didn't explode right there and then.

After what seemed like an eternity the lights in the theatre
finally began to dim slowly, signalling the movie was about to
begin. Not that Zac was paying much attention to his
surroundings. He was watching his ex-girlfriend like a hawk.
Right before the room went completely dark he could have sworn
he saw Corbin bleu, who was sitting next to Vanessa, place a
quick kiss on her cheek. "What the hell was that !" he screamed
inside his head. Then the theatre went dark and the silver
screen came alive.

The first 45 minutes of the movie where a living hell for Zac.
Not only was the mental image of Vanessa and Corbin replaying
over and over in his mind. To make matters worse in front of
him was a huge screen on which the movie was played he and
Vanessa had made when they were still happy together. By the
time the lights went back on for the intermission the
frustration in his soul was reaching fever point.

As soon as the lights were back on his eyes fixed again on his
co-star and his ex-girlfriend. Sure enough they were holding
hands, and right under his eyes they kissed, on the lips this
time. Now unable to control himself he aggressively got up and
stormed out of the theatre. Keeping a fast pace he walked
through the halls straight to the parking lot. Not paying
attention to anything or anyone around him. He slammed the door
of his car shut behind him. Still too bewildered by what he had
seen he just put his hands against the steering wheel, leaning
against it as he tried to regain his composure. He didn't know
whether to scream or cry.

"how could she...?"  he fumed underneath his breath. His mind
replayed the many happy memories they had...the trip to Hawaii,
dating during the filming of the movie he just watched, his
last birthday. "That bitch!" he cursed as he slammed his fist
against the steering wheel. Just as he was about to break down
in tears he heard a gentle knocking against the passenger side
window.

As he looked up he was greeted by a gentle smile he hadn't seen
in a long time. He leaned over to open the passenger door.

"Hey Jess, didn't know you where going to be here" he said,
greeting his old friend from the Summerland days.

"Are you all right?" was the first thing Jesse McCartney said
as he entered the vehicle. "I saw you kind of storming out of
the theatre back there" he continued.

"No, I'm not Jess..." Zac replied. "things haven't been well
lately. But I don't really want to talk about that right now.
How have you been?...It's been like almost a year." He quickly
changed subject.

"yeah I know..." Jesse agreed, "Can't believe it has been that
long...but we've both been busy like beavers, I guess."

"Well it is good to see you my friend." Zac responded. Seeing
his old friend again had actually lifted his spirit a bit.

"So...you're going back in there?" Jesse asked, pointing to the
movie theatre.

"No, I'm not...Don't want to be in there. " Zac sighed, "I was
just going to go home. Want to come along, we have some serious
catching up to do."

"Sure, I'm game" Jesse responded. "Let me just call my driver
to tell him he doesn't need to wait for me."
 "No need to still be hanging around here then..." Zac concluded
as he started the car and drove of the parking lot.

Jesse was glad he had run into his old friend. He and Zac had
been best of buds on the set of `Summerland'. A smile would
still break on his face as he remembered the pranks they used
to pull on each other, or unsuspecting cast members. On their
days of they'd be on the beach surfing and swimming from dawn
till dusk. But as their schedules had grown bigger they had
kind of lost touch with one another. As he looked at Zac he
noticed immediately there was something seriously wrong with
his best friend. Zac looked much paler than he normally did and
there was a tired sort of glaze in his eyes. So when he had
agreed to spend some time with Zac today, his concern for his
friend had been a factor.

"So what have you been doing lately?" Zac asked as they drove
along the freeway.

"Just finished the final leg of my tour..." Jesse informed him,
"Now I am enjoying some well deserved R&R. But you haven't been
wasting any time either...saw Hairspray the other day. I must say
I enjoyed it very much."

"thank you..." Zac smiled briefly, "It was a lot of fun filming
it, so ... glad you liked it. Then there was HSM2. shooting that
wasn't exactly pick-nick I must say...but now that that's out of
the way things begin to calm down a bit."

"...don't forget your rolling stone cover..." Jess added with a sly
smile on his face, "now be honest...that was photo-shopped,
right?"

"No It wasn't!" Zac responded with fake outrage. "you're just
jealous"

"dream on `heartthrob' " Jesse said in-between laughs.

Soon they arrived at Zac's place. I need a beer Zac mumbled as
he entered the apartment. "want one?" He asked Jesse, who was
right behind him.

"Sure" Jesse answered.

Zac turned on the stereo, as he passed it on the way to the
fridge. He grabbed two bottles of beer and headed back to the
living room where he and Jesse sat down on the couch.

"Oh, oh...Motörhead..." Jesse said as he nodded at the stereo.

"So...?" Zac shrugged.

"Oh come on, I know you Zac..." Jesse continued, "you only play
them when you're really really pissed of. Something is
bothering you mate, you alluded to as much earlier. Just spit
it, what's going on?"

Jesse wasn't trying to be nosy. He knew Zac a long time and
could see something was wrong with his friend. He was obviously
concerned.

"Well if you must know..." Zac sighed hesitantly, "Me and Vanessa
broke up about a month ago."

"What?!" Jess exclaimed in genuine shock, "what happened?"

"Well, ..." Zac started to explain, fighting back the stinging of
tears in his eyes, "One day I came home from work...and she was
gone...just like that...her clothes, her cd's, everything...just
gone...all I found was this."

He opened his wallet and handed Jesse a wrinkled piece of
paper.

--------------------------------------
I'm sorry Zac
But this will never work and we both know why.
Goodbye,
V.
----------------------------------------

Jesse read the note several times before attempting to comment.

"that's all she said?" was all he was able to ask.

"Yes, that's the last I've heard of her." Zac said.

"no wonder you look like shit" Jesse sighed. He would have
never believed his best friend could have been dumped like
that. During the time he had known both Vanessa and Zac he had
thought they were perfect for each other. He had never seen
anyone more in love than those two. No wonder Zac was in the
dumps like this.

"I haven't been sleeping right ever since" Zac  responded,
naturally realising Jesse's comment wasn't meant to be
insulting. "I just don't understand it...or at least didn't
understand it" He added.

"What do you mean?" Jesse asked.

"Well earlier, at the theatre I saw her and Corbin locking
lips...doesn't get much obvious than that!" Zac answered with a
sarcastic grin on his face.

"Corbin bleu?...that double-crossing son of a bitch!" Jesse
blurred out. "So that's why you stormed out of there?"

"wouldn't you?" Zac rhetorically asked. "I thought there was
something special between her and me,...was I just seeing things
that weren't there? Was it all a sham?" he asked out loud,
tears again began to sting in his eyes, this time he didn't
even try to hold them back. He had been doing that for too long
now. He buried his face in his hands and let his emotions run
their course. Most people would be embarrassed crying in front
of someone else, but Jesse and Zac had been best friends
forever and the thought didn't cross either guy's mind. Jesse
put his arm around his friends shoulder trying to let him know
he was there for him.

"what did I do to her, that would make her want to leave like
that?" Zac asked, tears still falling from his face. "we both
know why?...what is that...I don't know shit!". Weeks of suppressed
anger and hurt were pushing their way out, and there was no
holding them back anymore. At least Zac was lucky not to be
alone right now.

"How could she leave me like that, Jess?" he asked, not really
expecting an answer. "I was going to marry that woman...if she
didn't love me back, why did she stay for two years?"

Jesse didn't know what to say. But then again there wasn't much
he could say. All he could do was be there for his friend
during this difficult time in his life. He thanked the heavens
for crossing their paths again, just when they needed to. He
hated the thought Zac had had to carry this all by himself for
a month. At least now he could be there if his friendship was
needed. It seemed it was needed quite urgently right now.

As Zac began to regain his composure again he became aware of
Jesse's arm around his shoulders. It felt comforting knowing at
least someone was there for him. At least he had someone to
talk to, and he knew he could talk to Jesse about just `bout
anything.

"Uhm...Jess, I'm sorry to bother you with this mess...I just..." Zac
started.

"There's nothing to be sorry about..." Jesse interrupted him,
placing his hand on Zac's knee to underscore his seriousness,
"you have every right to be upset...sounds like you went through
hell over this, so don't apologize to me...". He paused for a
moment, letting his words speak for themselves, "after all,
what are friends for?"

This actually brought a little smile on Zac's face.

"thanks" he said,

"don't mention it" Jesse smiled back.

A comfortable silence feel between them. Zac's emotions were
settling down after they had burst out earlier. It felt good he
had finally been able to let them loose instead of suppressing
them. There was still a lot of hurt and confusion inside of
him, but for now they weren't pulling him apart like they had
earlier. And than there was Jesse. He could always count on him
to be there when the going got rough. They had always been
there for one another. He smiled a little when he remembered a
panic stricken Jesse standing at his door years ago, scared to
death cause his then  girlfriend was `late'. It turned out to
be a false alarm in the end, but for a few days Jesse had been
a nervous wreck. In hindsight Zac found the whole episode quite
amusing.  And now his best friend was back in town. At least
one positive note in a rather sad song.


  - to be continued soon -

authors note: first of all thanks for reading the first
chapter. I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it wasn't all that
eventful but I wanted to set some kind of basis for the
continuation of this story. Earlier stories I had written al
suffered from a rushed storyline. So now I'd rather get every
step of the plot right, even if it might take a bit longer to
tell the story.

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