A/N: Here's a HSM drabble-y ficlet. I'm not sure about this, but here it is. It's Zekepay from Zeke's POV. Enjoy! R&R! Thanks! –Mac
Disclaimer: I don't own HSM.
My One Weakness
In high school, I wanted to please her every whim.
She wanted to wear pink to prom. She wanted to have pink flowers. She wanted to have me wear a pink vest and pink tie. And this was not a pale pink that can be played off by a tux, it's a sparkly, rhinestone, in-your-face, hot neon pink.
But I couldn't say no to her.
In college, I would have followed her to the ends of the earth.
She wanted to go to Julliard. So I found a school with a top notch culinary program as close to her as possible. I made the effort to see her on weekends because she didn't want to leave the area. She wanted me at all her performances, and I was there. It seemed like there was more take than there was give on her part.
But I couldn't say no to her.
In life, I would do absolutely anything for her.
She wanted to dress me up and take me to shows and parties and banquets. I went. She wanted the biggest wedding the world had ever seen. I maxed out three credit cards. She wanted our twins to wear matching outfits covered in sequins. I conceded.
What can I say? I have a weakness for obsessive-compulsive, demanding, spoiled, star crazy blondes.
To this day, when she says jump…what do I say?
How high? Of course.