I do not own the celebrities or plot from HSM. (Duh, how could I own a celebrity?) I do, however, own this story's plotline and OCs. The e-mail addresses, phone numbers, et cetera are completely made up. Reviews are welcome but no flamers. If you have any ideas for small events in a chapter let me know:D

Also I would like everyone to know that I have no idea how Zac Efron or any other cast member actually acts. For all I know, they're completely the opposite of how I describe them. This is completely fictional. (Please don't sue me!)

Thank you to: Lil Spazzy Q, Corbin's My Man, and dancethroughout

Warning: I totally watched Hairspray

The next few weeks went by in a blur. It was a jumble of filming, dancing, and singing. By the end of July we had finished taking the whole movie. Zac had barely spoken to me except for practice and acting. The next thing to do was record all the songs.

I went to the studio as fast as I could. Lucas and Ashley were waiting for me outside. We rushed into the recording studio. The first song we had to record was Ashley's and mine. Being behind the soundproof glass for the first time was disconcerting. I visibly shook as I sang. After a few tries I began to relax and the song became natural. I sat out as I waited for the others to record their songs. I only had three.

For the next the whole group went in. It was the end song. I had fun as I sang my famous high notes they wrote in for me and my small verse in the middle. The others were having just as much fun as I was except Zac. I'd noticed it for a while but it seemed that he was spending less time with everyone and growing quieter. He didn't talk to Carmen anymore. (The big break-up where she freaked out and threw a chair at him kind of clued us in.)

I waited as more songs were recorded until it was my turn. Zac and I put on the headphones and positioned ourselves. I smiled weakly at Zac but he turned away. My smile faded a bit but grew when the music started. I got into it easily and imagined me as Ashlene and Zac as Troy. The music oozed out from every pore in my body, but Zac was not feeling the beat. Finally the producer asked us to take a break while they recorded Vanessa's solo.

Zac brushed past me but I followed him. I finally caught up with him. He was sitting on the floor near the water cooler. His sandy hair hung almost at his eyes and his blue eyes looked distracted. I sat down beside him with a glass of water. He pretended not to notice me.

"Zac, is there something wrong?" Zac glared at me.

"It's none of your business."

"Maybe it's not, but you are still my friend." Zac snorted.

"Grow up, Sonja. We're not friends."

"Yes we are," I stated firmly, "We fight, but we still care what happens to each other. We don't actually hate each other, but we don't love each other either." Zac shook his head and made a motion to stand up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. Zac sat but would not meet my eyes. "Zac, look at me." I lifted his chin until he was obligated to look into my eyes. "What's wrong?"

Zac sighed. "It's like everyone's against me. Corbin and Lucas keep telling me to apologize for the things I said to you and Ashley, Vanessa and Monique don't even talk to me anymore. Carmen stalks me because she's convinced there was another girl and my ex keeps calling to 'get back together'. Then there's you." He shook his head and laughed. "I don't even know what to think about you anymore. You like me, you hate me, and it's all so confusing."

I sighed. "Zac, you're ex is a slut, Carmen's psycho, Ashley's oblivious, Vanessa has a career, Monique never really talked to you in the first place, Corbin's worried about you, and Lucas wants you to apologize to me because he can't stand seeing a guy be unchivalrous to a girl." I got up and began to walk away.

"What about you?" Zac asked.

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder. "Without love, life is like my big break and laryngitis," I sang. He laughed as I walked down the hall to the recording studio.

When Zac and I sung our duet there was a visible and audible difference in him. I smiled inwardly. He must've thought it was a joke, but maybe, just a little, I had a crush on Zac Efron. The producer smiled at us when we finished. As we left I saw Zac talk to Corbin and Lucas. I saw them visibly relax when Zac began to talk. Ashley pushed me along.

"C'mon, stop staring. He'll be here tomorrow too."

That night I thought about Zac's smile, the one that actually could light a room. I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. While eating Chinese take-out Serena had asked me why I was smiling so much. When I answered for no reason she narrowed her eyes suspiciously and returned to IMing Mr. Drake Bell.

That night I glanced at the calendar and sat bolt upright. It was July 31 and the next day would be August 1st, my birthday. I had completely forgotten! I laughed. Oh, Zac would have fun with that one. A sixteen year old going into grade 10. It's not my fault I was really sick when I was eight and had to take a year off. I sighed and closed my eyes. Perhaps tomorrow would be good for once.

"Sonja! Sonja, wake up!" I opened my eyes and made out the blurry outline of Serena leaning over my bed. "Happy sixteenth birthday!" she cried out excitedly. I rubbed my eyes and sat up straight.

My trailer was clean and sparkling and balloons hung to the ceiling and streamers hung around my bed. Ashley, Monique, Corbin, Vanessa, and Lucas were sitting around the table which was stacked high with presents.

"Guys, you didn't have to-"

"Shut up Sonja!" Serena laughed. "Of course we had to! It's your birthday!" She took the top present off the pile and gave it to me. "This one's from me."

I opened the pink wrapping hurriedly. Inside was a tiny box with a thin gold chain inside. A gold cross pendant hung from it, intricately decorated with roses. I was sure that if I held it under a magnifying glass I would be able to see the vines, leaves, and wooden cross. "Thank you Serena. How did you afford this?"

"Drake, of course!" I smiled. Only Serena would be able to manipulate her boyfriend into buying a present she was going to give to her best friend.

The next was a blue box from Ashley. Inside was a pair of beautiful white shoes with little doves on the toes. The whole effect was rather mesmerizing. The green box was from Monique. Inside was a make-up case from MAC. "Only the best for my princess!" she exclaimed brightly. I blushed. It was becoming their habit to refer to me as their baby or princess. The purple box was from Vanessa. Inside was a cute bubblegum pink bikini. I vaguely remembered telling her mine had become too small. The last box was covered in white paper. It was from Corbin and Lucas. I giggled when they flushed as I opened the present. Inside was a white teddy bear with angel wings and a golden halo. It had a cross around its neck and was extremely soft. A note inside read 'To Our Little Angel'.

"Guys, thank you so much!" I gushed. As we laughed and ate the cake the guys had bought I couldn't help but notice that Zac was the only main cast member not there. My thoughts must've shown on my face because Ashley nudged me and said, "It looks like our baby has a crush!" I glared at them.

"Shut up! I just feel bad that he's excluded when we're all here eating cake."

"Uh-huh, sure that's what it is," Lucas commented. I got up under the pretext of needing a napkin and leaned by Lucas's ear.

"Stop making fun of me or I'll tell Ashley you have a crush on her." Lucas's face went a few shades paler as I walked back to my seat. All of a sudden there was a knock on the door.

"Who on earth is it?" asked Vanessa as she delicately ate a crumb of the piece of cake she had barely touched.

"I don't know, but you better eat. The skinnier you are, the unhealthier you look. I should know!" I got up and walked to the door. We were all still laughing as I opened it. There in front of me stood Zac.

"Uh, hi Zac." Zac was staring at his feet and holding a bag in his hands.

"I heard it was your birthday and I-uh…um…here! Put this on and meet me outside!" He thrust the bag into my hands and disappeared from view. I closed the door and came back in.

"Who was it?" Serena asked.

"Hm?" I looked up at her with surprise. I'd been looking at the bag in my hands.

"I asked who it was."

"Someone got the wrong trailer. Would you excuse me?" I went into the bathroom and took out the clothes in the bag. I changed out of my pyjamas –which I just realized I was still wearing- and into the clothes Zac had brought me.

When I came out everyone was quiet. Their eyes were all on me. I glanced down at myself. I was wearing tight leather pants, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket that I had zipped up halfway.

"Whoa," Corbin commented, "where are you going?"

"I, uh…"

Ashley laughed. "Isn't it obvious, guys? Sonja's got a secret admirer with a biker fetish. I wonder who he is."

"Um, yeah."

"But I thought that the person at the door had the wrong trailer?" Serena asked suspiciously.

"She probably only said that because she doesn't want us to know who he is."

"I bet he's Blake!" cried out Monique. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever guys. Have fun and eat my cake. I have a secret admirer to attend to." They laughed as I walked out of the trailer, closing the door behind me.

"Hey Sonja!" In front of me stood Zac. He was wearing black leather pants and a leather jacket too. He was holding a helmet in each hand. Finally I noticed the burgundy Harley Davidson behind him.

"OH MY GOSH. AM I RIDING THAT?" I shrieked. Zac nodded and held out the white helmet to me.

"I heard you were turning 16 today. Thought it might be fun if you learned how to ride one." I jumped up and down with excitement. After we had our helmets on, Zac sat behind me on the motorcycle. After about an hour I could successfully ride a motorcycle.

"Careful not to squeeze to hard," Zac murmured as he placed his hand on mine near the accelerator. My breath caught in my throat. I cursed myself mentally. Do not fall in love with him, Sonja!

I drove forward a bit, practicing the turn signals. I was acutely aware of Zac's hands on my hips and face just above my shoulder, watching the moves I made. I was glad he couldn't see my face because I was sure it was the brightest red you could possibly imagine.

"Okay, now apply the brakes gently." We lurched a bit as yet again I failed to grasp that you apply the brake gently. Instead of scolding me Zac laughed and told me to try again. When I was finally getting the hang of it he asked me if I wanted a ride.

"Isn't that what I'm doing?" I'd already driven a while.

"Not in this studio parking lot. I meant do you want to go for a ride with me? We'll have to switch places, though." I considered his offer. It was already lunch. I looked back to the stand of trailers and then back to the motorcycle handlebar I was gripping.

"Sure, why not?" I answered. I got off the bike as he slid forward and got on behind him.

"Hang on tight. I go pretty fast." At first I had my hands tentatively on his waist as he had for me but when he started driving I had to wrap my arms around him and squeeze tight. It was both exhilarating and frightening to be going that fast. I became acutely aware of the fact that my face was pressed against his back and that I could actually feel his body move as he leaned.

After what seemed only a few minutes we had arrived at an empty street. Zac turned off the engine. Embarrassed I quickly unwrapped my arms from around his chest and slid off the motorcycle.

"Where are we?"

"There's a place just around the corner where we can get lunch and have a great look at the beach." I raised my eyebrows wondering what he meant by 'a great look at the beach'.

He took my hand and pulled me around the corner. We came out onto a pier that had a single table and two chairs. It was brightly decorated and there was music coming from under the table.

"No way." Zac laughed.

"I feel really bad about how I treated you. You're right; I am a sleazebag and I hope you'll forgive me."

"Forgive you? Well, that depends."

"On what?"

"On whether you brought an extra change of clothes for us because I am not staying in these pants any longer."

"What? They suit you. You have a cute butt." I blushed. Thankfully Zac had already started moving towards the table. "And yes, I did bring extra clothes. We can change inside the restaurant." I looked behind us to see a beautiful place with lights and music drifting gently out from inside. "I know the owner and he'll be serving us tonight."

When I was in a cubicle in the lady's washroom I took out the clothes from the bag Zac had handed me and had déjà vu. Once I'd put them on I washed my hands and applied some of the moisturizer they had, stalling for time. I was trying to calm myself down. The thought of spending time alone with Zac was starting to fluster me.

"Calm down, Sonja," I told myself, "It's nothing to worry about. You just have a tiny crush on him. No biggie. Go out there and have a fun time." I took a breath, pushed my hair out of my eyes and walked out. Zac was already sitting at the table when I arrived.

As I sat down and took the menu I could feel his eyes on me. I briefly glanced down at what I was wearing. The light blue halter top that cinched underneath my chest matched perfectly with the white swing skirt. I pulled anxiously at the necklace Serena gave me.

"You look amazing," Zac commented. I blushed and wished he'd look away. All of a sudden he grabbed my menu and pulled it from my hands. "You won't be needing this. I know what to order us for lunch." He placed my menu on his own. I looked nervously at my hands. I did not want to meet his eyes. I studied the white button up shirt he was wearing. It matched his black skinny jeans and converse so well. Simple but nice enough for a date.

No! Do not call it a date, I scolded myself.

"You're very quiet today." I looked up in surprise, only too late realizing my mistake. His bright blue eyes stared intensely into my own. His skin seemed to glow on its own accord and his hair swished slightly in the breeze. I felt a blush creep up into my cheeks.

"I- it's really awkward."

"How so?"

"Everything I've heard about you tells me not to trust you."

"What have you heard?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes." I sighed and looked away from his blue eyes.

"Well, everyone tells me that whenever they go clubbing you only pick up chicks. You'll date two or more girls at the same time and overall you tend to pick sluts. You sleep with every one practically on the first night."

"I admit to dating two or more girls at the same time, but-"

"I understand why you do that, though. You're afraid of getting hurt and if you cheat on a girl you never have to stay with one too long. You pick sluts 'cause they're easy to get, and you never like being out of a relationship because it makes you think about how you went wrong with your ex."

Zac looked surprised. "I- I guess. I never really realised-" He shook his head. "That's a little off topic. Before you interrupted me I was going to tell you that I've never slept with anyone."

I laughed. An over exaggerated, almost evil laugh. "You? Never slept with anyone? Ashley and Vanessa told me they did! And Carmen? What were her words? Oh yeah, 'His moves in bed are wasted on you.' How can you say you never slept with anyone?"

A look of complete shock was on his face. "They said that?" His expression made me nervous.

"Yeah…"

"The liars!" His face became livid with anger. "I never slept with any of them. I can see if you might assume that I slept with Carmen because of the late nights I would spend at her trailer, staying up and watching movies, but that they told you I did?"

"I-yeah, they did."

"No wonder you hate me. To you I'm a sex-crazed, rich teenager who's player."

"Zac, I-"

"You know what? Whatever." An awkward silence stretched between us. A weird thought popped into my head.

"Hey Zac, does that mean you're a virgin?" Zac's face turned red and he looked away from me. "It does! So they really were all lying to me." Zac looked up and met my eyes. I smiled.

"Well, miss I-have-you-all-figured-out, I bet you're one too, aren't you?"

"And what if I am?"

"Bet you're thinking of me with you right now."

I rolled my eyes. "This coming from a guy who hugged a pillow with a girl's picture on it."

"That was for a movie!"

"Sure it was Zac, sure it was." Zac glared at me and I poked him playfully. "C'mon, Zac, lighten up. You're fan girls loved you in that movie, especially your wink."

A sly grin grew across his face. "You were one of my fan girls, weren't you?"

I shook my head furiously. "No I-"

"Don't even deny it." I pouted for a while. The waiter came and Zac whispered the order so I couldn't hear it.

"So what do you think of me now?" I smiled evilly.

"Round one/ He'll ask me on a date and then/ Round two/ I'll primp, but won't late because/ Round three's/ When we kiss inside his car/ Won't go all the way/ But I'll go pretty far!" I sang mockingly.

"You know we can still kiss inside my car? Wonder how far you will go…" I lightly slapped him.

"Okay, I'll be honest. You're cute Zac, and even through that wall you put up I can see that you're a decent guy who happens to be gorgeous and rich."

Zac smiled playfully. "You really think I'm cute and gorgeous?"

"Do you really think I have a cute butt?" I countered.

Zac's face turned serious. "I may not have said so, Sonja, but I always thought you were beautiful, like an angel." An image of the bear appeared in my mind.

"They put you up to this, didn't they?" Zac looked taken back.

"What?"

"They put you up to this. They probably told you what to say. I'm such an idiot!" I got up angrily from the table.

"Sonja, they didn't."

"Oh no? They didn't tell you to make a date my birthday present. They didn't tell you the lines to say. Especially that last one?"

"No! Well, maybe." I began to stalk away. "Sonja, wait." I felt his hand on my arm. I jerked it free.

"And to think I had a crush on you!" I immediately wished I could take it back. The look on Zac's face had fallen completely into shock.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing! Leave me alone!" I shouted as tears began to roll down my cheeks, leaving warm trails. Next thing I knew Zac had swept me up in his arms.

My eyes were completely wide as his lips caressed mine. I could feel his breath on my skin as he backed away, still holding onto my arms. I couldn't think. My mind was completely blank.

"Sonja, ever since I met you I was attracted to you. Scared of feeling the same way I did with my ex I was mean to you, dated Carmen, anything to make you avoid me so that I could get rid of the feelings, but it only made you come closer. I- I really like you." I stared in a complete daze at Zac. His face was turning pink and his eyes burned with an intensity I'd never seen before.

"We can go out again." I saw Zac's face brighten but it fell when he heard what I had to say next. "But I still don't forgive you. If you can make me forgive you Zac, I will admit that I like you."

"At least you don't hate me anymore." He leaned in to kiss me and this time I responded. His lips were warm and tasted slightly minty, like he'd been chewing gum or had just brushed his teeth. I felt his tongue push at my bottom lip softly. I pulled away.

"Zac, I haven't had my first real kiss yet."

"What're you talking about? We've kissed, like, 3 times already."

"Those were wonderful, really, but to a girl her first real kiss is the first French kiss she has, and… well, I want mine to be special."

Zac sighed and rolled his eyes. "Women are so complicated."

I put my hands on my hips and playfully said, "Do you want me to tell you this was all a mistake again?" Zac laughed and pulled me into him. I could hear his heartbeat.

"I'm your king/ and you're my queen/ that no one else/ Can come between/ It takes two, baby/ It takes two," Zac softly sang into my ear.

"Without love/ Life is like the seasons with/ No summer/ without love/ Life is rock 'n' roll without/ a drummer," I sang back.

We burst into laughter. "You have seen Hairspray one too many times."

"What can I say? I'm a Zac Efron fan girl."

Zac kissed me once and answered, "The only fan girl in the world that means this much to me."