This is a very short part 2, and I am currently working on part 3. :)
Hope you enjoy!
Once again, I do not own High School Musical or its characters.
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Keys. Where are my keys? Think, Zac. Where did you leave them before bed last night?
I spotted something shiny under the pile of clothes. But when I got closer, it turned out to be nothing more than a couple of rolled up gum wrappers.
By the front door.
Yet I still had no luck. Usually I try to leave them on the coffee table. However, considering the exhaustion I experienced when I got home, they could have been in the toilet for all I knew.
Everywhere I looked: kitchen, bathroom, living room, but they were no where to be found.
Frustrated, I sulked over to my unmade bed and sat down to contemplate a possible location.
"Ow! What the?!"
I pulled up the sheet to reveal my missing car-keys.
Mystery solved. But how did they.. Oh well. That's not important now.
Keys in hand, I grabbed my wallet and headed out the door.
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The ride to Vanessa's house was surprisingly relaxing.
When I pulled into her driveway, I found her eagerly waiting outside for my arrival and dressed as though she were being judged on America's Next Top Model. I glanced down at my last minute outfit.
Man, does she know how to make me look bad.
"Hi hun," she said smiling as she climbed into the car.
"What's with the outfit?" I replied as my lips curled into a smile.
"What do you mean?"
"Are you trying to make me look like a slob?"
She seemed to have discovered the teasing in my voice.
"What?" she said coyly, staring at her ensemble. "This old thing? These pair of jeans and this shirt are pratically three years old."
"Right." I winked.
"Besides you look sexy no matter what you are wearing."
She always knows how to make me smile."Thanks V."
We chatted (and flirted) our way through the numerous red lights we hit before deciding to stop for lunch at our favorite fast-food joint: In-N-Out Burger.
Within five seconds of parking, we were surrounded by a mass of paps. I could hear them screaming questions at us before we even opened our door.
"Are you kidding me?!" I yelled, forgetting I wasn't alone.
Vanessa gave me a startled look.
"Sorry. I'm just so sick of them. I can't even go out for a burger without getting mobbed."
"Don't worry about them. Come on, let's just go inside."
We both took a deep breath and got out of the car.
Here we go again.
