This is the second fanfiction I have ever written. I hope you all like it.
I tried to make something new, something I have never read before.
This story is seen from both Zac and Starla's point of view.

This is just something I wish had happened, but it's just my fantasy gone wild.
I don't own anyone/anything.
Thanks to my good friend, Ingrid, for helping me getting this down on paper.

Rated: M
Even though most of the chapters probably are more T-rated.

Summery:
Zac has not visited his family in more than six months, and his mother decides its time to see him again. She plans a surprise trip. Something didn't turn out the way she planned it.
Lots of Zanessa love. Rated: M, even though most of the chapters probably are more T-rated.

Chapter 1:

It was early morning. David, Starla and Dylan Efron were in a cab on their way to the Grand America hotel in Salt Lake City in Utah. Nobody, expect their neighbours at home, knew about them being there. It had been almost six months since they had seen their son and brother, Zac.
He had spent the Christmas together with them but then he had finished shooting his movie, 17 Again , and right after he headed off to England to shoot a movie, Me and Orson Wells.
And Starla, who really missed her son after three months had to life with the fact that Zac had no other choice but to head right from England to the shooting of High School Musical 3 in Salt Lake City, Utah.
But now it was June. It had been six months and she simply couldn't stand it anymore. She had accepted that he had moved from home, and lived in LA. But when he was in LA she had the opportunity to visit him when she wanted and he came on visit as often as possible, which wasn't very often when she thought about it. But it was still different. Now he had been away for so long and even been across the globe for three months. The time zones made it even more difficult for them to arrange the phone calls. She didn't want to seem like an overprotective mom, she just loved him so much.

So when she got a week off work she grabbed the opportunity. David was already on vacation from work and Dylan had summer vacation as well. It was perfect. But she didn't want her oldest son to worry about them coming on visit; he probably had lots to think about with the movie and all that. Starla also thought it would be a nice thing to surprise him.

The cab driver helped them take all their luggage inside the hotel. Starla had to admit she was impressed. This was the most extraordinary hotel she had ever been to in her whole life. And, at this hotel, her son had lived for the past month.

When the three of them got into the lobby they walked over to the reception to ask for the room number to Zac's room. A tall, blonde lady welcomed them.
"Welcome to the Grand America hotel. How can I help you?" she said and smiled at them.
"Thanks! I would like you to tell me which room Zac Efron is staying at." Starla said and expected the nice lady to give it to her.
"I'm afraid I can't tell you ,madam, if you don't are on the list with allowed visitors. Mr. Efron is one of our most protected guests at the moment. The security around him is very strict."
"I'm his mother" Starla answered. Why hadn't she thought about this? Of course she just couldn't come in as a stranger and expect to get the room number. To them, she could just be a fan.
"Here's my driver's license. My name is Starla Efron" she said to the lady.
"I am really sorry!" the lady said when she realized it actually was Zac's mother. "I wasn't informed about your arrival"
"Oh please don't tell anymore! We're here to surprise Zac! " Starla explained.
"How nice! The room Miss. Hudgens and .. " the lady began. But Starla interrupted
"No no, not Vanessa Hudgens's room. Zac Efron's."
"Yes, as I was about you tell you Miss. Hudgens …" the lady began again.
"I just need my son's room number. Is that too hard for you?" Starla interrupted again. Of course she was aware of the relationship between her son and Vanessa. She had accepted it, but why the hell did this lady had to give her Vanessa's room number? She personally didn't have anything against Vanessa but right now she just wanted to find her son and hug him.
"Mrs. Efron. If you please could just let me finish you will get the room number" the lady told Starla, a little but annoyed by all the interruption.
Starla nodded.
"Finally. Miss. Hudgens and Mr Efron are staying at room 1241. You might want to use the elevator right over there by the stairs" the lady pointed.
But Starla wasn't paying attention anymore. Something she had not expected had just appeared. Zac was sharing a room with Vanessa. Why hadn't she thought about this before?
Dylan and David did not seem concerned by the news about Zac sharing room with Vanessa. They we're on their way over to the elevators.
"Wait!" Starla almost yelled. "Erm, we need to book our own room"
She hadn't thought about this before now. But now it seemed so obvious. Even if she hadn't been sharing room with Vanessa he most likely wouldn't have had the extra space for three other people.

After booking in, they finally were on their way. They had surprisingly managed to get a room in the same floor as Zac. 1243, one room in between they thought. But they were wrong. The rooms didn't go numerically. So they had the room next to Zac and Vanessa's.
Starla wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.



They unpacked their things and got settled. They were all tired after the journey. Starla went out to get the last suitcase when the door to 1241 opened. Vanessa ran out laughing. Only a second went before Zac appeared. He laughed and pulled Vanessa into him. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed. Starla just stood there. It felt wrong for her to say something at the moment.
Neither Zac nor Vanessa had noticed that another person, who happened to be Zac's mother, was watching them. After a long kiss they pulled apart and walked down the corridor.

Starla picked up the last suitcase and went inside to David and Dylan. A million thoughts was going through her mind: Was it a bad idea to come? Should she have let him know that they were coming? Or at least asked if it was a good time to come?