I seriously can't think of a good title, so if anyone has any suggestions as the story unfolds, I'd be very grateful. For now I'm going to leave this as the working title, I think its really corny but it's 430 am and I'm slap happy. So anyways, I have never written a fanfic before, so comments and suggestions would be greatly appreciated!

SEX AND SAUSAGES (WORKING TITLE)

Chapter 1

It was another day in the life of Zac Efron. Makeup at 5am, hair at 5:45, wardrobe at 6:30, and then straight to the set at 7AM. He sat in his stylist's cushy leather chair, patiently daydreaming and reminiscing on the past; before his celebrity status had hit him in the face like a ton of bricks. At first, all the glitz and glamour of Hollywood had left him star struck. He didn't mind waking up at 4am and spending 13 hours or more on the set of his next blockbuster smash hit singing and dancing spectacular. But now, fame has gotten to him. It's hard enough dealing with the constant harassment from the rabid paparazzi, desperately trying to catch him at his worst- whether it be fixing a wedgy on the street, picking his nose privately in the comfort of his brand new Audi A8, or scratching his balls on the sandy beaches of Maui. I mean come on! When is it such a sin for a guy to adjust himself every once in a while? Sand can get into every nook and cranny you can think of… And then there's the girlfriend. Sure, she's a nice, sweet wholesome girl. Well, at least until those scandalous nude photos got "leaked" for the world to see. What guy wants to share his girlfriend's naked body with some perverted 58 year old child molester? And we all know it wasn't even an accident. I mean, come on. V's a great girl, really. But sometimes it's hard to share the limelight with such a sought-after teen heartthrob like Zac. The scandal may have tainted her image a little, but it sure did wonders for her career. The couple is now seen daily in celeb gossip rags all over America- Tigerbeat, J-14, Seventeen, you name it!

"Can you tilt your head a little to the right for me hun?" Zac's stylist, Jay said, quickly snapping him out of his rather lengthy daydream-rant.

"Oh yeah.. sure" Zac quickly did has he was told, as he always does. Everyone seems to think he's such a diva for holding out on High School Musical 3, supposedly thinking he deserved a greater profit. But what Perez doesn't write about in his nasty blog is that that was what Disney told him to do. Yes, they told him. How could HSM3 possibly survive without their beloved Troy Bolton? Who could replace Zac's crystal blue eyes and handsome boyish looks? What an uproar the mere thought of Zac not returning for a 3rd dose of HSM caused the teeny bopper world! Zac could really care less how much money he made or not. He was very content with what he had. He was totally fine driving his not-so-Hollywood '99 Oldsmobile Alero his grandpa had given him. It was sentimental. But after his girlfriend constantly complained about his lame ride for months and months, he finally dished out the cash for his new Audi.

"Alright, you're all set. And ahead of schedule too." Jay spun his chair around so that Zac could see himself in the mirror. He thought he looked the same as yesterday.

"Gorgeous! They really don't pay me enough here... for what I can do with a scissors and some lubricating gel! Maybe I'll organize a strike for makeup artists and hair stylists. We could stand alongside those damned writers who make me watch reruns of Grey's and Conan every week, and maybe we'll make them look so gorgeous they'll change their minds about the whole thing and go back to working for peanuts!" he sighed, and Zac wondered if he was actually serious.

"You can go chill for a few until they call you on set, but DON'T TOUCH THE HAIR!"

Zac lazily slid out of the chair, gladly escaping the acetone and burnt-hair smell of the dressing rooms. He casually walked around the studio, not knowing what to do with himself and his 15 glorious minutes of free time. And then, it came to him. Like the ethereal voices of angels singing from the heavens, a tantalizing aroma reached his nostrils. He followed the smell all the way across the entire football-field-length studio, until he reached it- the break room. Normally he ate his breakfast alone in his trailer. It usually consisted of some odd smelling shake that tasted like grass. His trainer said that it was "high protein" and it would help him gain lean muscle without adding any fat. But what Zac really longed for was a nice, juicy sausage in the morning every once in a while. Or maybe some bacon and eggs, he really didn't care. However, he no longer had the luxury of being able to eat what he wanted. Just like his hectic schedule, everything he put in his mouth was also careful planned and plotted by trained professionals. So imagine his excitement when he found himself standing in the empty break room with a lonely table full of donuts, French toast, pancakes, sausages, bacon, eggs, and all sorts of other fattening yet heavenly breakfast items. There they were right in front of him- unguarded, just an arm's length away, and there was no personal trainer there hovering over his shoulder to slap him on the wrist for trying to "poison his body" with a little bacon grease now and then. He slowly approached the table, cautiously scanning the room one more time, just to make sure he wouldn't get caught sampling the goodies. He quickly snatched up a sausage and piece of bacon and shoved the both of them into his mouth. He lavished the intense flavor to its fullest, and quickly went back for seconds, grabbing another sausage and stuffing it in his mouth, much resembling Slimer from Ghostbusters.

The sausage fest continued until Zac was abruptly interrupted by the sound of muffled laughter behind him. He turned in horror to face a beautiful girl he didn't recognize, and stood in a dumb stupor with remnants of sausage and bacon grease shining on his chin.

"So I take it you really do like sausage then?" the beautiful blonde said in a sarcastic tone.

Zac remained dumbfounded until he could let the words " Urmhmm yes?" escape from his mouth. He quickly tried to cover up his ridiculous behavior.

"Well I mean yeah, well I'm not gay or anything" he was quite used to the gay rumors.

"Right. Well, I was going to let everyone know I convinced catering to finally cook us some breakfast before this morning's shoot, but I don't think there's gonna be much left for the camera crew after your done with it." Zac could feel his face reddening at this comment, but the girl smiled, easing his embarrassment. "Well, you'd think with all your other benefits they'd actually be feeding you.. sheesh. Oh wait, let me guess. They have you following some crazy Hollywood fad beep diet right?" he laughed at her brashness, and started to become slightly more at ease. He couldn't help looking at her. She was everything Vanessa wasn't- tall, curvaceous, blonde. She wasn't petite in any way, and had the quintessential womanly body. The girl, obviously noticing his wandering eyes, gave a slight uncomfortable laugh and extended a hand. "I'm Bridgette. I just moved here for the summer from Detroit, and I'm still getting used to the quirky Californian ways of life, haha. My dad's friend got me a job here as a production assistant, because he knows how much I want to work in the film industry someday."

"Oh, so you want to be an actress?" Zac began to think this girl was just another clone trying to use him to get her big break, just like so many others had done before. Bridgette laughed at his assumption.

"Haha yeah right. I'm way too smart to act. Sorry, no offense. I just don't like that people strive so hard to break into showbiz just to get fame and fortune. Fame kind of scares me. It's so permanent, because once you're famous, you can never go back to living a normal life. People will always recognize you, no matter how hard you try to escape them, and the media just loves to tear celebrities apart. No, I'd much rather direct or produce. At least then I'd get to put my creative input into the film and move millions of people with my talent- but not have to worry about people stalking me and going through my trash at 4am to look for some deep dark secret or something crazy like that."

At this, Zac couldn't help but laugh. He knew exactly where she was coming from, and at the same time, she wasn't coming from it, because she wasn't famous. How could someone relate to him so well and yet not have experienced the current position he was in?

"Well, I hope you don't mind if I steal a donut before I leave you to your binging, but I'm starving and call time is in 2 minutes." And at that, she grabbed a donut, not checking the label on the box to see how many calories and fat grams it contained, and indifferently began to eat it as she walked out of the break room and back into the studio.

'hat the hell? Zac thought. A girl on the west coast who reprehends fame, eats donuts without the slightest care, and gorgeous too? Did she just accuse him of being bulimic?? Her choice of the word "binging" was unsettling. As much as he wanted to be offended by her off-color comment, he couldn't help but be intrigued. And she had just walked out of the room as if he was some random guy she could care less about. 'Wow, fame must really be getting to my head', he thought. The lack of interest and attention she gave him was a nice refreshing change. As he heard his name being called over the loudspeaker to get on set he stared at the table of forbidden food. Just like the sausages, this mysterious, intriguing girl also had him wanting more.