Zac Efron Who?

Pairing: Nikki Blonsky and Shia LaBeouf
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Congratulations on the 10th thread milestone on the Shikki thread! I owed Lola this fic for a teensy while (ok, maybe getting close to a year :P ) so I hope you all like my little contribution to your festivities!!! Just don't ask for more; I'm far too obsessed with Adam Lambert right now to think about anything else LMAO xoxoxo


( Click if you want some Shikki? )

This is my entry for the Fic Challenge on the Fan Fiction / Writing board at Fan Forum http://www.fanforum.com/f24/challenge-thread-2-challenge-5-deadline-extended-mar-14-details-post-12-a-62876166/

The theme was to use the REO Speedwagon Song "Can't Fight This Feeling"

Overcome

He looked at her from across the field, her dark hair blowing wildly in the harsh wind. Her soft, worn dress hung on her thin frame, the fabric whipping against her legs. She tried hard to ignore the burning sores of hard work on her once-delicate hands. The beauty of her face was heightened by the tan and glow of sweat from the intense work. She was taking a break for just a moment, one hand on her hip and the other holding her sunhat to her head. All day she bent and picked the cotton, filling her sack faster than either of her sisters, faster even than himself. It guilted him that he was so slow, but he had never adjusted to the labour. But Scarlett, she was relentless. Nothing would stop her. She had sworn she would never be hungry again, nor any of her people, and she never once let the fatigue or pain or scorching sun or thirst stop her.

He watched her, his sack hanging limp at his side, and he felt things stirring in his body that he had never felt before. With Melly inside with the children, all Ashley could think of doing was taking Scarlett in his arms and kissing her, hard, trying to tame the fire burning in her heart. But all he could do was bend again and pluck the cotton from the low bush, burying his desires for another day.

Day in and day out they existed together, this motley family of blood relations, neighbours, drifters, and former slaves now clinging to Tara as the only home and security they knew in this new South. Mr. O’Hara sunk further into his memories and farther away from reality, and responsibility for what was left of the plantation fell to Scarlett. She never shirked from this duty, desperate to save the home of her childhood, the home her mother had made when she became a bride. Scarlett rarely watched her tongue these days, and it snapped more often than she ever realized. It snapped with the children, her sisters, even her father. But she managed to keep her bitterness in check with Ashley. She still held strongly onto the hope that she could free him from Melly and make him hers.

Night after night he stood outside the library, now mostly empty except for some bits of old furniture, a scorched rug, and some damaged paintings on the walls. It had never been filled with books; the O’Hara’s were not great readers and the only book that mattered to Mrs. O’Hara had been the family bible. Ashley watched Scarlett bend over a low table with papers covered in numbers she tried desperately to balance, to find a way to keep Tara afloat, pay the taxes, feed it’s people, and make it through the coming winter. He was in awe of her bravery, and he needed some of it for himself. One night, he knew he had to take a chance or he would never have the courage again.

As Melly lay sleeping upstairs, he stepped softy along the old wooden floor and tattered rug and placed his hands upon Scarlett’s shoulders. He gently ran his calloused fingers down her upper arms, pushing down the threadbare shawl, and bent his tired back to graze his cheek against hers.

“Darling,” he whispered.

She turned slightly to see him, curiosity becoming anticipation in her green eyes and rosy, sun-kissed cheeks.

“Ashley?” she questioned, before rising into his arms. She breathed him in, absorbing the scent of lye soap and every beat of his pulse and thread of his fraying sweater and gray of his hair with all of her senses. “My Ashley,” she muttered as he held her close.

“I can’t fight it anymore, Scarlett. I’ve tried so long, that I’ve forgotten why I tried so hard. I’ve lost so much. Twelve Oaks is a ruin, father is dead, we lost the war and all the ideals of our people. Everything is gray and dying. The future is dark, empty, pitiful as that skinny cow and broken fences and numbers that are never big enough no matter how many ways you try to add them up. I’ve become a wanderer, Scarlett, even as I stand in one place, because I watch you and see the light still burning inside of you. I travel the world with you in my mind. The only fire left around here is in you. I need that fire, Scarlett. I need you.”

Scarlett was not a woman of abstract language and complicated thoughts. She liked plain and clear talk, so it took her a moment to decipher what he was saying. And when she realized what he meant, her heart raced and her legs felt like jelly.

“Oh Ashley, do you mean… finally you mean…”

“Scarlett, I can’t promise you anything. But, does that matter to spirits like ours? You have the fire that I need, the brightness that keeps me awake and moving in this darkness. You’re like the lifeblood of this make-shift family, Scarlett, and I need you more than I’ve ever needed anything or anyone in my life.”

She turned her face up to him, her lips slightly parted, and he kissed her. Hard. Seeking everything he imagined in her taste. Panting, grasping, they were on that tattered rug, stomped on and burned by Yankees. He stifled her moans with his kisses. And he held her in his arms when it was over. He held her, breathing in sync with her, rubbing her back, running his fingers through her hair, kissing her cheeks and nose and chin and throat. He held her as the moon shone through the window. He held her until they made love again. He held her until the first stirrings of morning were near, and he let her go, knowing that he had walked full-knowing into the fire. Knowing that it felt so good to burn. Knowing that it was the only time it could happen. Knowing that he would have to pack up his wife and son and move far away, because he could never bear to see the look of absolute pain that would stare fiercely at him when he told her.

He lost his fight that night.

But he remembered why he had been fighting.

He was a gentleman. She would never understand, and she would never forgive him. He would tell himself this a thousand times as the regret ran through him, but he was a gentleman of the South.

Incognito

Rating: R

Fandom: Snowfronsky aka Zac Efron, Nikki Blonsky, Brittany Snow. It's a dirty threesome, so be warned :P Oh, and it's an AU fic :)

Author's Note: Congratulations everyone on the 50th Nikki and Zac thread on Nikki's board!!! This fic is dedicated particularly to Kay, my fellow Snoblo-lovah, and to Jess, the inventor of Snowfronsky! lol

( Someone call for Snowfronsky? )

This is my entry for the Holiday Fic Challenge on the Fan Fiction Board of Fan Forum. The entries are due on January 6th, so there's still time to enter if you'd like! Just check out the details here: http://www.fanforum.com/f24/challenge-thread-4th-challenge-up-deadline-extended-january-6th-62844310/index18.html You can also vote on the entries when they get posted :D

It's HSM slash, but G rated ;)



Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore


Pink cashmere sweater, turned-up collar of a striped shirt, feathered fedora tilted askew upon short blonde hair. A toothy grin and big blue eyes that were focused on only one person.

Ryan sat on the hearth of the fireplace watching across the room.

Her hair was long and wavy, dark like the midnight sky, as she walked towards the window where he stood. Her red cardigan had slipped from her shoulder as she grasped his arm, and there was tension in her beautiful face. Ryan watched them, as Troy looked away from her. Tears welling in her eyes, Ryan could see her defeat. He turned back to her, a flash of regret upon his face, before looking down at the floor. She walked away, her arms wrapped around herself, pulling her sweater tight, questions and accusations and secrets filling her mind. All the memories of the past year twisting and falling apart.

Ryan rose from the hearth and took a few steps towards the window. His courage faltered when Troy looked in his direction, and he stopped by the Christmas tree. He pretended to be interested in one of the shiny ornaments, looking in close and turning it around on its hook. Ryan stole a quick glance across the room as Gabby ran through the door. He breathed deeply, reaching into his pocket to feel the small box. It was still there, where it had been all night.

Troy grabbed his coat from the back of an arm chair and pulled it on, zipping it up. He began wrapping a soft scarf about his neck when he stopped, remembering her smile when he opened it on Christmas day. The guilt was too much, and he tore it off, leaving it on the chair. He pulled his collar up close to his neck instead, and headed for the glass door that led to the patio.

He stood alone, looking up at the stars, trying to formulate a wish but his mind was too muddled. He couldn’t even think of the words to the song he’d known all his life. Putting his hands in his pockets, he felt his phone. He pulled it out and searched for the photo he took in that very spot one year earlier. The New Years Eve that brought her into his life. Now, he had to face his truth, as much as it hurt.

Chad and Jason and the other guys, they accepted him with Gabriella, the braniac. They accepted him singing in the musical. They even accepted it when he gave up tickets to a Redhawks game to go to the ballet with Ryan. But, could they accept….

“What the…?” Troy turned around, wiping at the snow that had hit his back. “Oh, you!” he laughed.

“Just me,” Ryan smiled, making jazz hands. “Dork!” he thought to himself. He blushed and stuffed his hands back into his pockets.

Ryan breathed in deeply and took a few steps closer to Troy. “I saw…” he gestured inside the lodge, as he stepped closer.

Troy nodded slightly as he looked down. “We just couldn’t…”

“Work it out?”

Troy laughed softly and smacked Ryan on the arm. Even through his sweater Ryan could feel the heat of Troy’s hand.

“It’ll get better. You’ll meet another girl, and…”

“I don’t want another girl. I want…” he looked into Ryan’s eyes, before stopping himself. He looked away, focusing his eyes on a snow-covered branch of a tree. The snow shimmered in the moonlight, glistening, dancing.

Ryan shivered then, and pulled his arms closer to his body.

“You’re not wearing a coat. You must be freezing. We should go back inside.”

“No, I’m okay. I like it better out here. It’s quieter.” He could still make out the beat of the music from the karaoke machine.

“I never thought of you as the quiet type,” Troy laughed.

Ryan smiled. “Sometimes you need quiet.”

“Mhm. Here, take my coat,” Troy said, as he unzipped it.

“No, I couldn’t! I’m fine…”

“I insist. We can take turns,” he laughed, as he slung the coat over Ryan’s shoulders. It was warm and soft inside when Ryan pulled it around himself. It fit perfectly. Ryan zipped it up and pulled the collar up against his neck, like Troy had worn it. It smelled like him.

“It’s been fun having you here, Ryan. I’m glad Sharpay got your parents to bring you guys.”

“Yeah, it’s been a great break!” Of course, a ski trip to Colorado had been his idea, not his sisters. She had wanted to go to Hawaii, until Ryan convinced her how good she’d look in a Prada ski suit.

“Troy, I have something for you.” He figured that he had to just get it over with, or he’d hang onto that box until next Christmas. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, wrapped in silver paper with a delicate blue ribbon. Troy looked at him curiously as he reached out for it. “Merry Christmas. Late, I know, but, well, I hope you like it.”

“A present, for me?”

Troy smiled as he tugged at the ribbon. Opening the box, he looked back at Ryan. There was a red iPod, engraved with the words You Are the Music in Me – R.E. Ryan was blushing, biting his lip.

“It’s my entire collection of musical soundtracks!”

“It’s perfect!” Troy reached out and hugged Ryan, holding on longer than a usual hug. When he did pull back, he looked into Ryan’s eyes. There was something in them, something that told him not to let go. So he didn’t. Not for a long time. Not until all the words had been spoken.

“I wasn’t sure, if you knew how I felt,” Troy said. Sometimes, I’d think you felt the same way, but then, I’d think you liked Gabriella.”

“Deflection. Something you got pretty good at yourself.”

Troy nodded, then said, “Let’s see what we got here.” He put one ear bud in Ryan’s ear and one in his own, and started random play. They laughed together as the Rod/Nicky duet came on, from Avenue Q, Troy's hand slipping into the pocket of his coat that Ryan was still wearing.

As the countdown to midnight began inside, for both Troy Bolton and Ryan Evans, it was the start of something new.

Elvis and Priscilla - Tracy and Link, Hairspray

I wrote this for the third fic challenge on the Fan Fiction board on Fan Forum :D The challenge was to write 1000 words of fluff, inspired by an autumn photo.





“Wait! Wait for me!” Short, chubby legs were working double time to keep up.

“Daddy! Wait for-“ She stopped and sharply turned her head in the direction of a rustling in the trees. She moved in closer, watching the squirrel climb higher up the tree with a nut in his mouth. She could just make him out between the yellow and orange leaves. He stopped on a branch, holding the nut in front of him, turning it between his two front paws, nibbling, opening the shell. Big blue eyes were focused on the squirrel, when she was suddenly hoisted into the air.

“Daddy!” She laughed and squealed as he tossed her in the air, catching her expertly in his arms.

Gently lowering her to the ground, he teasingly said, “Don’t get so far ahead of me again, Baby Doll.”

“What? Me? You were ahead of me, Daddy!” She stood there with consternation on her rosy face and her hands on her hips. He laughed in spite of himself, and took her warm, mittened hand in his.

“We have to go back to the campsite. Momma’s coming. She’s got something special waiting for us!”

“A surprise?” The little hand swung his arm along with hers, as she skipped along the grassy path. Link knew she’d be excited to see Tracy, since it was the first time they’d camped out a night without her, but he knew the thought of a surprise would be at the forefront of her mind.

“Yep! A big surprise!” he looked down and winked in his signature style, his own eyes as blue as his little girl’s.

“Yay!” She let go of his hand, and skipped ahead of him, snapping twigs and crunching leaves below her feet. “What is it?”

“Oh, I can’t tell! That would spoil the surprise!”

“Hint?” He shook his head. “Please?” She had stopped before him, and turned to give her biggest smile. For a four year old, she was very charming. Another quality she inherited from her father.

Unable to resist his little girl, he sighed and gave in. “It’ll use a lot of newspapers,” he laughed. She was puzzled. Her face scrunched up, and she turned towards the lake to think.

“That wasn’t a good hint, Daddy. I don’t know what it’s gonna be!” She frowned at him, and opened her mouth to ask for another hint when he picked up a pebble and tossed it over the lake. The stone skipped along the water, and she giggled and jumped up and down. Skipping stones was a good distraction. Link didn’t want to give any more hints, as he didn’t want to get into trouble with Tracy.

A few moments and several dozen pebbles later, he took her hand and they continued on. Hearing music from a distance, Link knew they were almost there. He bent down and she climbed up on his back. Piggy-backing her the rest of the way, the music became louder. They sung along happily, and Tracy could soon hear them approach.

“Momma! What’s my surprise?” she called, as they first caught Tracy in view.

“Link! What did you tell her?” Tracy stood with her hands on her hips, just like Priscilla had done earlier. The little girl was the spitting image of her mother, save the brilliant blue eyes of her father.

“Nothing! I told her nothing… well, just that it’ll use a lot of newspaper,” he laughed.

“Really? Well, you’re getting better at resisting her, then.”

“Better at distracting her, more like it!” He let Priscilla down, and immediately the little girl began snooping around the cars, the picnic table, inside the packages of food. Just then, as she was making her way towards the tent, she heard a sound coming from the trees. It wasn’t the rustling of leaves that the squirrel had made. It wasn’t the chirp of a bird. It was something very unexpected for the woods. Priscilla’s eyes lit up, and she ran towards the trees. Link and Tracy laughed when they heard the squeal of excitement.

A moment later, little arms were filled with the yapping bundle. “A puppy! Oh Momma, you brought me a puppy!” Priscilla ran to her mother, puppy in her arms, and Tracy wrapped her arms around both of them.

“Do you like it, Baby?” She scooped them up in her arms. Priscilla gently handed the puppy to Link so she could give her mother a proper hug, then quickly wriggled down to the ground again, reaching up for the small dog.

“I love it, Momma! I love her so much!”

“Actually, it’s a he” Tracy laughed.

“Oh!” she laughed. “Does he have a name?”

“Nope. Not yet.”

“You get to name him all by yourself,” Link replied. Her eyes opened widely, and she began to pace around the campsite, not letting the puppy down from her arms, while she thought of a name.

Tracy began humming along with the song playing on the transistor radio, and Link stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. They swayed together to the rhythm of the music, while Tracy sang along. He turned her in his arms and held her close as they danced together there in the woods, stepping on crisp leaves, layers of plaid flannel between them.

“I got it! I’ll call him Elvis! Then we can be Elvis and Priscilla!” Link and Tracy laughed, as Priscilla danced to the music with Elvis in her arms.

“Well, now that that’s settled, I have a surprise for Daddy, too.”

“Really? Can I have a hint?” he smirked.

“Sure. It won’t need newspapers on the floor, but it will use a lot of diapers,” she smirked back. He stood facing her, his mouth and eyes open wide.

“A baby? We’re having another baby?” She nodded.

“Whoooooo!” He picked her up and spun her around, then gently placed her back on the ground, bending down and pressing his face to her stomach. “Hello Baby! Daddy loves you!” Tracy ran her fingers through his hair, which had softened in style over the 60s, although she missed the little curl.

“A baby?” Priscilla asked. “That’s almost as good as a puppy!”

Jarbus (HSM - Jason and Ms Darbus)


I wrote this on the HSM thread on the fic board, mostly for Az and my own love of subversive UC ships :D




He reached a hand across the space between them and brushed a lock of hair from her face. It was soft to his touch, and all silvery and shiny, the way the moonlight shone in on them. His breath caught in his throat as her eyes lifted to look into his own. Those dark eyes, full of wonder and curiosity and something like exhilaration, staring back at her.

"Jason, are you sure?"

He nodded his head, as his cheeks flushed. She took his hand and held it gently as he edged closer to her. Standing together by the window, the space between them closing slowly, he looked deeply into her eyes. He glanced at her lips, then the blush of her cheek, then back into her eyes. He reached up and gently pulled her glasses off, and she shivered as his finger grazed her temple.

"I'm sure, Ms. Darbus," he whispered.

"Jason, call me-" and he captured her lips in a kiss.

Her lips were as soft as he had dreamed they would be, on those hot nights his mind was filled with her, as he tossed and turned, struggling to find peace and sleep. Her kiss was gentle, loving, forgiving of his inexperience. She pulled away searching his eyes for assurance that she was what he wanted. Seeing it staring back at her, fully and firey, she brought his face to hers. Her kiss was hot and scorching now, stronger, firmer. Her tongue sought his. His hand was in her soft, silver hair, pulling it from it's clips. As it fell to her shoulders like a cascade of moonlight, he sighed deeply.

"Ms. Darbus, you make me feel so-"

"Shh, don't talk. You don't need to say anything."

He was relieved, for finding the right words was never something Jason found easy.

"So long. It's been so long that I have wanted this, dreamed of this, to be your Juliet of winter years, and you my young Romeo. We have not two warring families to oppose us, Jason, we have much more to face. We have prejudice, misconceptions, assumptions. We have dirt and filth and hate in vulgar, common hearts and minds to face. I know not that we will succeed, but for love I shall try." She spoke in the voice of the stage, and he was mesmerized by her words.

"I love you. I can't say it like you can, but I know that I won't let anyone tell me we can't be together. I can make up my own mind now."

"My darling boy... no, my darling man." She smiled, her eyes brilliant with light. She took his hand and stepped with him away from the window, away from the moonlight streaming in, and walked with him to the classroom door. Opening the door, hand in hand, they walked into their futures. His red cap and gown left on his desk, he was leaving behind his boyhood and becoming the man she always knew he could be.

The man he always was in his heart, the heart caught on fire with her.

Congratulations on the 400th thread, everyone! I can't believe we made it here!

400 Reasons to Believe in the Magic of Zikki

( 400 Reasons )

This short fic was written for the fic challenge on the Fan Fiction board on Fan Forum. 500 words of angst. (anyone can join, just submit entries by August 5)

It is a RPF Zac Efron/Nikki Blonsky & Zac Efron/Vanessa Hudgens fic, I guess :) Rating: PG

Of course I don't own anyone! If I did, they would be better behaved ;)

I was inspired for this story by this song, Diana Ross's "Touch Me in the Morning":



Once you get to the end, you might want to read it again ;)

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Say Good-Bye to Yesterday

The curve of her hip beneath the white sheet. The red satin strap slipped from her shoulder. The long, dark curls falling around her beautiful, peaceful face. He stood there, beside her bed, their bed, really, watching her breathe deeply, slowly, surely. Each breath drawn in was another memory recalled, each breath exhaled was another second delayed.

The sun shone through the slats of the wooden blinds, drawing stripes across the cherry floor where his luggage waited. Black suitcases neatly packed from his apartment. As his gaze returned to her, the sheen of the sun on her cheekbone, he recalled her words of the night before.

“I understand, Zac. I think… I think I knew before you did. I just couldn’t say it out loud.” She reached up to him, brushing a lock of hair from his eyes. “They’ll give you a good haircut, you know,” she managed to tease.

“Don’t,” and he grabbed her hand, wincing at the lightness of her tone.

“I have to, baby. If I don’t, I’ll break, and I’ve done that enough already. Not tonight. ” She looked up into his eyes with resolve. “We’ve had our time. I wouldn’t trade a minute of it. Not even the nights I spent in your arms, wondering when you’d stop thinking of her and remember who I was.”

“I do love you, you know. I’ll always-“

“I know. You’ll always love me, but it’s more of a yesterday love, than tomorrow, isn’t it?” She looked away from him when the steps of a small dog scratched across the floor. “Hey, love!” she called, as she reached to scoop him up into her arms. She nuzzled her cheek against his soft fur, and placed him back down to the floor. “Not now, boy. We need to say good-bye.” Her voice cracked in it’s whisper.

As she stepped back towards him, he took in every inch and every movement of this young woman that had been there with him as his life changed. As both their lives changed. The strap of her nightie slipped from her shoulder, as it always did. He reached across to guide it back into place, and her arms wrapped around him.

“I don’t know what I’ll do without you. But, I know that neither of us can keep going on like this. You need to know, Zac. I hate it, and it killed me inside when I realized it, but it isn’t going away.” He nodded, slowly. “Just, give us tonight. Tomorrow, you’ll be gone, and I’ll find some way to start again. He closed the blinds and kissed her, before leading her to the bed to say good-bye.

He grazed his fingers along her arm, touching her one last time that morning, before walking away, shutting the door on yesterday. Shadow barked a sad good-bye from the window, joined by Vanessa, as Zac climbed into the back of the waiting car, heading off to the girl he hadn’t forgotten, heading off to tomorrow.

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A/N: I thought I would put this at the end, as it would be spoilerish for the story. This fic was inspired by the song given above, but also from the recent news of a Hairspray sequel, likely to begin filming in a year. I thought about the possibilities of a reunion between Zac and Nikki, and what that could mean for Zac and Vanessa, and this is what I came up with. I wanted to leave it kind of ambivalent, as to who the girl was. I’m sure most of my regular readers thought it was Nikki (and her dog, Rocky), so hopefully this was a surprise :D

Who Better To Love: Chapter 6

I Know Where I'm Going Because I Know Where I've Been

Summary: Nikki has seen the tabloid with the picture of Zac and Vanessa kissing in Hawaii. This chapter tells of her thoughts and memories in seeing it, and what happens between Zac and Nikki at the Young Hollywood Awards the next day.

Dedications: Firstly, this is dedicated to Carrie, as a (very) belated birthday present. I know you've been waiting for this since I first gave you spoilers months ago. Thanks for being so supportive, and patient! Secondly, it is dedicated to Alex, who took so much time to make the amazing banner for me! Big hugs to you, hon, for so much! Finally, it is for all the Zac and Nikki fans on the ZN thread of Fanforum. Congratulations on 250 threads, everyone! Let's celebrate everything we love about Zac and Nikki, the love and friendship and respect and joy we see between them, and what could and should, and may, be. They have inspired us to dream of possibilities, and let's not lose sight of that. (Sorry this chapter is so angsty, in light of my previous words lol)

Rating: R?

( Who Better to Love Chapter 6 )

Dream a Little Dream: A Zikki/Blofron One-shot

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own anyone!

Dedication: To Dave, for his 21st Birthday! And to all the girls and boys on the Z/N thread on FF, Happy (belated) 69th Day!

Rating: Oh god, I don't know. R? More than R? Beats me!

So, it started out as a little smexlet for 69th Day, then I had to add some context, then the New York discoveries happened and I wanted to add them in, and I added a bit more non-smexiness, and then some more smex, and ... anyways, it's now a longer one-shot, but I hope you like it!

Author's Note: As one of the timeline gurus, I am giving a timeline quiz :P There is a significant date on the Zikki timeline that I used here. Tell me what that date is, what event happened on that date, and why I chose it to use in this story. (I really only expect Irish and Krystin to get full points, but everyone should try!) lol
( Dream a Little Dream )

Welcome to the first installment of the adventures of Nik and Zaccy. They’re corny, sneaky, love oldies music and show tunes. Plus, he’s totally her bitch!

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the real-life people in this story, as much as I may want to. However, I do rent them on occasion, just for parties and casual entertaining.

Summary: This is the first of (hopefully) several adventures that I will write about Nik and Zaccy. While they may jump around, there is a definite sequence. In this one, it’s early November 2006, and they’ve been dating for a few months, although they try to keep it to themselves.

Additional information: Vanessa doesn’t exist in this world. Whether that means she and Zac broke up before he started Hairspray, they never dated, she wasn’t in High School Musical, or she was never born, you decide! I leave it wholly up to your own discretion and imagination. Now, don’t get drunk on all the power!

Barkerville is not a town in Ontario. I just made that up. C-ISL 650 is the name of an oldies station in Vancouver, and I just stole their identity!

Dedication: To Carrie (mrsmccord) for telling me all about small town parades, and for being my Baby! And also dedicated to all the hilarious, creative, and caring girls at the Zac/Nikki Appreciation Thread on Fanforum! Congratulations on 100 threads of Zikki love, girls!

And, you may want to listen to this song first, if you aren’t familiar with it (Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves”):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWeezUxIzaE&feature=related

( Everyone Loves a Parade! )

In the Shadows: A Zikki One-shot

Disclaimer: I don't own Nikki or Zac, as much as I'd love to. But I do own Frank, although he constantly surprises me!

Summary: This could be considered a prequel to "Never Be Without Love." It's Zac and Nikki falling in love, with Frank on the look-out; what more could you want?

Additional Information: This ficlet is just a very short bit of Zikki fluffiness, as it was just a little something I did to celebrate my 1000th post on FF! So, Yay!

( In the Shadows (or, The Continuing Snoopage of Frank) )

Never Be Without Love: A Zikki One-shot

Disclaimer: I don't own Zac or Nikki, because they are real people and that would just be wrong. However, I do own Frank. And, I wish he was real!

Philosophical Question: What can happen between two people in love when they're on a sugar high?

Additional Information: This is not part of the "Who Better to Love" universe.

Rating: R, for smut. Yay!

( Never Be Without Love: A Zikki One-shot )

Zac & Nikki: Who Better To Love ch. 3

As You Wish

Theme: A fictionalized account of the relationship between Zac Efron and Nikki Blonsky, based on a reasonable number of real facts and an abundance of my wishful thinking.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, as they are real people, and that would be a Human Rights violation. But wishing I owned them: totally okay, and really quite natural!

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to Carrie and Anna. Thanks so much for your support! I just hope it’s worthy of you!

Rating: “R” for smut! Don't say I didn't warn you!

( Chapter 3: As You Wish )

Zac & Nikki: Who Better To Love ch. 2 She Feels Like Home


Theme:  A fictionalized account of the relationship between Zac Efron and Nikki Blonsky, based on a reasonable number of real facts and an abundance of my wishful thinking.


Disclaimer:  I do not own any of the characters in this story, as they are real people, and that would be a Human Rights violation.  But wishing I owned them: totally okay, and really quite natural!


( Chapter 2: She Feels Like Home )

Zac & Nikki: Who Better To Love ch. 1 A Spoonful of Sugar


Theme: A fictionalized account of the relationship between Zac Efron and Nikki Blonsky, based on a reasonable number of real facts and an abundance of my wishful thinking.


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, as they are real people, and that would be a Human Rights violation. But wishing I owned them: totally okay, and really quite natural!


Dedication: This series is dedicated to the wonderful girls at FF, whose amazing work has inspired me to write, and to Jenny, Tracy, and Heather, who joined in my plot ramblings on MSN!



( Chapter 1: A Spoonful of Sugar )