Soo this is a little story about the wonderful Mr. Zac Efron, who is on a two week get-away from his busy life. Burdened by girl and work, he needs a little R & R with his best friend, but soon finds himself caught up with a troublesome redhead and her cousin. It starts a little bit slower than most because I want it to be more of a story than just a fan fic.

Chapter One

Life sucked. It wasn't supposed to be like this. He was young, good looking, hardworking, rich, and well, maybe a little bit conceited. But, given everything, it was hard not to be. At the young age of nineteen, when most kids his age were juggling part-time jobs with class as they tried to figure out what they wanted to do with their lives, he knew.

But did he really know? Was he doing what he really wanted to do?

He shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. Of course he was. How could he not? He got to travel, meet people, and get paid to pursue his passion. How could anyone have complaints with that?

He focused his eyes in front of him as heard high-pitched shrieking coming from beside him. God, what he would give to be able to do something- anything- alone. He couldn't even remember what life had been like before. It was so long ago. He sure as hell wouldn't be driving a 2007 Ford Mustang, though.

His cell phone began to vibrate across the dashboard. Vanessa. He quickly hit the ignore button. Between the traffic and the fans eying his stalled car, he already had a headache, and he would have been just as well off slamming his head on the pavement as answering the phone.

Vanessa. How could something so good be so bad? She was amazing- beautiful, talented, and the biggest sweetheart ever. But it was just too much. Too many questions, too many comments. After being apart for nearly two months, they had just spent the past week together in Hawaii. Yeah, it was great to spend so much time alone with her, and, for a change, they were actually alone, but something was different. Everything that he felt before was, well, gone. The beating of his heart when she looked at him with her huge brown eyes didn't affect him the way it used to, and he had no idea what it meant. At least he had another two weeks to figure everything out. He had- somehow- two weeks with no plans. That also meant two weeks before he had to see Vanessa. Two weeks to figure everything out.

Melissa zippered up her suitcase. On one hand, it was Friday, and she was done with work for the summer, but, on the other hand, she would be spending the next month with her family in Key West. She shuddered. Two weeks of getting stuck babysitting her younger half brothers while her mom and step-dad gallivanted from bar to bar reliving their twenties. She turned to find her black bikini sitting on her bed. Dammit. Sighing, she unzipped her suitcase to shove it in.

It's not like she was going to be missing a whole lot at home, though. After her freshman year of college, it seemed as if all her friends were beginning to go their separate ways. Rachel was busy with work and summer classes, and Jen was with her boyfriend every second she wasn't working. Even her best friend since second grade, Cara, was too caught up in her own world to see her more than once a week.

Justin, the younger of the two boys, yelled from downstairs.

These were going to be a long two weeks. She was going to need a lot of luck, sun, or alcohol to get through it.

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Zac tapped his fingers on the handrail. It didn't matter how many hundreds of times he'd been on one that he still hated them. Taking off just sucked. His ears popped, his stomach turned. There was just nothing fun about it. Nothing fun except getting there. Maybe this was exactly what he needed. Just him and Ryan, his best friend from birth, hundreds of miles away from everything that meant something to him. Well, of course a couple of bodyguards, too, but that was to be expected. Two weeks of sand, sun, and surf. What could be better?

He grimaced as his left ear popped. He couldn't wait to be lying on the private beach, catch a few waves, and have a few drinks. The past few months had been tougher than he realized. He never imagined how much stress was involved with his profession. He was always on the move, running from city to city. He sighed, louder than he had intended to, causing Ryan to look up.

"Man, what's wrong? We're going to Florida, cheer up! Bikinis man!"

Zac shook his head. Typical Ryan. "I know, I know. I just wanna get off this plane."

Ryan looked at his watch. "Five hours and we'll be on that beach."

Melissa opened the door to the house she would be sharing with her family. Although the point of vacationing in Key West was to visit their grandma, the family chose to stay a good ten minute's walk away closer to the heart of the town. The humidity had already sent her hair into shambles, her wavy red hair scrunching into loose curls. She sighed as she caught a glimpse in the mirror inside the entrance. Yuck.

Kids were definitely not her forte. Rob talked the entire trip and Kyle was just outright annoying, tapping and jumping in and out of his seat. Melissa imagined how the rest of the time was going to go. It wasn't that she didn't love her family. She just wasn't used to spending a lot of time with them. Being away at college for months at a time definitely had its advantages. It was a vacation in itself. Sure, there was schoolwork, but the whole social aspect of school was much better than at home. Berkeley meant no high school drama, amazing shops, perfect coffee, and a future.

She looked outside, where the sun was setting over the ocean. How romantic. Blech. All it meant was that it was another day that she would have to wait to go in the ocean.

Melissa opened a door on the left that led to her bedroom. "God, have you ever seen so much pink?" She considered throwing up. It was a bit much. Light pink walls, bright pink curtains and bed spread. Blech. Once the long draped curtains were parted though, a balcony viewing the gorgeous beach was right off of their room. What more could she ask for?

Zac lay down in his bed. This place was, well, perfect. His house was what he would consider heaven. The house was right on the beach and had both a pool and hottub. But what it really meant to him was that he wasn't going to be bothered. He didn't have to go anywhere for the next two weeks. Everything he needed was right in front of him- with no one- besides Ryan- interfering with it. Unless he traveled far on the beach, the trip was going to be media free, which was amazing. And, unlike his last trip, he was here with his best friend, who would make the trip much more fun. Ryan was quite a character. Outgoing, very personable, and, yes, he could admit it, good looking, he and Ryan made the perfect womanizing team. It had been quite some time since they were both on the market, but it looked like they would have to wait just a little bit longer.

Zac shut his eyes, hoping that he could fall asleep easily. He wished all thoughts of Vanessa away. He just wanted to fall asleep quickly so he could wake up and spend the day on the beach.