Oh my goodness, my first ever Zondon story. I know I'VE been reviewing and critiquing you Zondon/Lock guys forever and now I'm actually writing a story. Sorry it's short right now.

I do not own the Suite Life concept/characters, and this story is roughly based on a movie

"This is Vicky Parsons, coming to you live, straight out of Boston. We're here, at the first ever press conference with author Zackary Martin. For those of you who've never heard of this new diamond in the rough, we're the ones who keep it in perspective for you. Zackary Martin was, not too long ago, an Average Joe, you might say. A budding writer, completely unheard of. That was until a couple of months ago, when he leapt onto the scene with his book, Boy Meets Girl. Never has an unknown author gone from zero to hero so quickly. This heart-wrenching love story keeps you on your toes from start to finish. Soaring to the bestseller list almost instantly, Martin has been praised as the new king of romance, and the new Nicholas Sparks. It's been rumored that Boy Meets Girl's profits may reach the point where they're beating classics, like The Catcher in The Rye. In mere moments, Zackary will be taking questions from the press for the first time ever. Wait, wait, I believe, I believe, he's ready."

A tall man walks up onto the stage, and silently sits at the white cloth-covered table with a microphone. He is fairly young, only in his twenties, but he walks as though he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. He turns to look at the audience of reporters and fans. He has a full head of dirty blond hair, which is in need of a trim. His chin is unshaven, with a scruffy little beard of the same color. He looks incredibly weary and uncomfortable on stage.

A dimpled, bald, red-faced, and sweaty little man runs up in front of the stage and yells, "QUIET! Okey-dokey, I'm Percival James, Mr. Martin's manager. He will now take some questions from the press about his book."

A hand shoots up. "Mr. Martin…"

"Please, call me Zack." He says. A faint mischievous twinkle appears in his weary eyes, but is gone again in a flash.

"Zack, Vicky Parsons here. How do you feel about your book's tremendous success?"

He smiles downwards. "I, I wasn't expecting it. Between you and me, I suck at writing." The crowd begins laughing. "No, seriously, I'm awful."

Another hand shoots up. "Well, sir, if you don't mind me being so frank, where, then, did you come up with such a beautiful and touching love story?"

"It's not so hard. People go through countless love stories all the time. If they didn't, how else would they have material for all those god-awful chick flicks?"

Vicky replies, "Are you saying you're inspired by romantic comedies?"

Zack leans forward to the mike, "No, I'm saying I've dated enough chicks to write a romance."

Complaints can be heard throughout the audience's women.

A pretty blonde stands up and says, "I find the term chick-flick insulting to women."

"Yeah, yeah," Zack grumbles, "You and my sister-in-law should get together."

Now the entire audience of people is muttering. The journalists scribble in their notepads furiously.

Percival James is sweating more now than ever before. He runs up to Zack. "I thought I told you not to do this!"

"And I thought I told you I didn't want to come to this damn thing." Zack replies.

"Don't you want to get in touch with your readers?" Percival says. "Don't you want to make more money?" He whispers the second part.

"NO! THERE'S ONLY ONE PERSON I WANT TO GET IN TOUCH WITH, AND THIS ISN'T HELPING!" Zack roars, and in his anger, he flips the table.

The crowd now looks terrified.

Zack sighs, and runs his hand through his messy hair. "Look, everyone, this book… is my story. Boy Meets Girl is my story. I didn't write it because I love writing, or romance, or money. I wrote this because I know one girl out there loves reading these stupid romance books, in fact, it's the only thing she does read, and she loves anything popular or expensive. I wrote it because I have to get her back. And in case this still isn't working," Zack walks right in front of Vicky's cameraman, grabs her microphone, and says into the camera. "London, it's you."

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