After the picture of Zac and Vanessa at Ikea found its way around the Internet, I started to think up all of these crazy scenarios centered around just a blurry photo.
Here is the beginning of a little story to go along with that pic, all from my own imagination.
*I don't own High School Musical or its characters (and obviously not the actors in the series :p)*
Anyway, hope you like it! :)
It all started one afternoon at Vanessa's house.
Zac had stepped out of the master bathroom to find his girlfriend of 4 years laying piles of clothes on the bed. However, she was so focused on her work that she failed to pay attention to the incredibly sexy man standing in her room wearing nothing but a towel.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Vanessa continued what she was doing and responded, "Taking care of the clothing situation."
"Was there a problem?"
She shot him one of her irate glances. "What do you think? I have so many shirts and dresses it's ridiculous."
"And you're complaining why?"
"Not to mention you've got a nice collection of outfits over here yourself," she said, disregarding his comment.
Zac was thoroughly confused. Vanessa had always gladly accepted any chance to showcase a new look and had always been a bit of a shopping addict. Fashion was pretty important to her.
And since when was it a problem to keep some shirts and pants at her house? If anything else, Vanessa usually used it as an opportunity to wear something of his.
Yet here she was, complaining about too many outfits. What had gotten into her?
"So how are you fixing it?" he asked, trying to understand what the problem even was.
"Shopping."
Zac did a double take. "Wait, shopping? Isn't that what got you into this mess?"
"Excuse me?" At that point she stopped and finally looked directly at him.
Zac sauntered over to Vanessa, careful not to step on the clothes still on the floor, and grabbed her hand. "Would you mind telling me what's going on?" he asked, trying not to sound irritated.
She took a big sigh and seemed to calm down a bit.
"I just meant shopping for more hangers. All of these clothes have just been scattered all over the place and I'm having a hard time finding anything. I don't know, I just woke up this morning feeling like I should do something about it. It started to get on my nerves."
"Oh, is it that time.."
Vanessa quickly cut Zac off by smacking his muscular arm.
"NO! You should know by now that I don't appreciate hearing that," she said, shaking a finger at him in a motherly fashion.
"Oh come on, Ness. You know I was kidding."
She answered by throwing a shirt and a pair of shorts at him.
"Hey! What was that for?"
Zac saw Vanessa smile for the first time that morning. "I can't have you going shopping with me half naked. Seeing you with just a towel around your waist is one of the benefits I get as your girlfriend. I'm not sharing that with everyone in L.A."
He couldn't help but smile back.
A half hour later the two were getting ready to head out the door.
Vanessa was putting on her gray sweatshirt when she took a better look at what Zac was wearing.
"People are going to worry about us," she said.
Zac slipped on his second shoe. "Why is that?"
"We have a bit of a matching problem."
The couple found themselves once again wearing the same colored shirt, and laughed.
"Wow, I guess we do," Zac said with a grin. "It's almost always coincidental though. It's not like we try to match."
"We just have such similar tastes."
Both burst into laughter again.
"Okay, maybe not," Vanessa confessed. "Considering I have a different pair of jeans for every day of the month, and you wear the same pair for a month. "
"Let's not get started on the jeans again. I already had my mom call me when that one surfaced, demanding to know if I remembered how to do laundry."
Vanessa chuckled. "You ready?"
"I think so."
Zac followed her out the door, locking it behind them. "Where are we going by the way?"
"Let's try Ikea. I have a couple of other things that I'm looking for besides hangers."
And with that they headed to Zac's Audi parked in the driveway.