The following story is completely fictional. It is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
RECAP
Are you worried about the picture that got taken last night?
After the theatre?
Yeah.
No. He shrugged. I should get up though and get dressed.
What time is our flight?
3:00. Hey, do we need an extra bag?
Yeah, I think so.
I'll take care of that.
We packed, got dressed and were off to the airport in the afternoon. We had to sneak out the side door of the hotel, and take a back entrance into the airport. Our relationship was new for us, we finally decided what we were, but was it always going to be in secret? I was looking forward to being back in LA, where it seemed easier for us.
Zac Efron and Me Chapter 10
The flight home was fine. We arrived in LA that evening, and as we were taxiing to our gate Zac was very busy on his phone. He was very quiet and was very focused.
We arrived at the gate and when I went to stand up, Zac pulled me back down.
Wait till everyone gets off the plane. He said in a hushed voice.
So we sat and waited, and waited, and didn't really say much of anything.
Finally the flight attendant came up to us and asked if we needed assistance. Zac told her no and she left.
I am arranging for a car to pick me up on the runway. But I need you to take my car back to my place, which will also cause a bit of a diversion. Do you mind?
I smiled. No problem. I stood up.
Zac pulled me back down.
Thank you. He looked around and then kissed me.
I deplaned and collected our luggage, at first there was paparazzi taking my picture, but when they realized Zac wasn't joining me, most of them left. When I went to get the car however, I was once again greeted by a few of my new friends. And the questions started about who I was, why I was driving Zac's car, where was he?
I got in, and drove away. But then I realized I was being followed. And not by just one car. I was thankful Zac's Audi had GPS, at first I would take an exit to see if I was just being paranoid. Nope not paranoid! I was being followed, and now they were cramming up behind and beside me. It was so intense. They snapped a few shots and took off. Finally they were all gone and the GPS seemed to be getting mad at me that I wasn't following the directions.
When I reached Zac's place I realized I was the only one there. I made a bit of dinner, but no sign of Zac. I sent him a text, no response, so I ate dinner.
I unpacked for a bit, still no sign of Zac. Finally a text, don't wait up. Hmmm, I wasn't sure what was going on, but there was nothing I could do. So I went to bed.
Late that night, or rather early the next morning, I woke when I heard someone undressing next to the bed. It was Zac, I didn't move too much and pretended to be asleep. I wanted to grab him and hold him, but I just laid there. Not sure what to do or say.
The next morning I woke up, Zac was still in bed sleeping. I got up and went and made coffee and sat in the kitchen. I was so confused about what was going on. I was so unclear of what to do next. I didn't want to push him away, but I wanted to be there for him.
Then Zac walked in. Morning.
Hey. Coffee?
Sure.
How are you?
Fine.
What's up?
Nothing.
It was hard to look at each other. Any eye contact that was made was not directly looking into the other person's eyes. I gave Zac his coffee.
He took a couple of sips,
Thanks for the coffee. I have to go.
Zac left quickly got dressed and was gone. The front door shut.
Bye? I called after the door. The day went by so slowly. I felt like I wasn't supposed to leave the house, so I didn't I stayed in and watched some TV, read. And pretty much was bored out of my face.
About 3:00 there were keys at the door. But it was just the house cleaner. At least I had someone to talk to for a bit. Then she left.
After being alone again, around 7:00 once again someone at the door, this time it was Zac.
He came in and went straight to the bedroom. I heard the shower start. GREAT!!!
Finally from the bedroom the illusive Mr. Efron emerged, his hair still a bit wet. Very sexy! (But not the time) He sat down beside me.
Once again silence.
After a bit I had to speak.
Um... I feel like we should talk.
Okay.
I just would like to have some idea of what is going on. I said very matter of fact.
I don't know.
Okay.
Okay. He said quite blankly.
So where does that leave us?
He couldn't look at me. And I was actually scared to look at him.
Barely able to say it, Zac asked me to just hold him.
He lay into me and I wrapped my arms around him. I wasn't sure what lie ahead, and if this might be the last time I get to do this. But I knew I was going to hold on as tight as I could, for as long as I could. We sat there for hours, him in my arms, and we didn't say a word. I think I would have avoided having to pee just to stay there.
Just after midnight, he said we should head to bed. I followed. But unlike any other time we slept together, we didn't sleep close to one another; it was like last night, us on opposite ends of the bed.
I lay there wondering what was up, and when or if it was going to end.
The next day I woke to – surprise – Zac gone. I decided that there was no way I could stay cooped up another day, especially in LA. So I went to the surf club. I spent the day out on the water, practicing some of what I had been taught, just floating and watching others. I laid on the beach for a while and stared out at the ocean. I tried to figure anything out, but to no avail.
I went back to and showered off, then started to get changed in the locker room.
Hey, a voice said from across the room.
I turned around, it was a staff member.
Hi.
I've seen you here before.
Ya, this place is great!
He was grinning, ya I'd guess you would say that.
Excuse me?
He starred back with that look of, come on!
I shrugged and started to leave. He intercepted me before I got to the door.
I thought you liked the door locked when you are in here.
I have no idea what you are talking about! And I left.
Well I did have some idea what he was talking about, he was probably working the time Zac locked the door to the locker room and we fooled around in there, but I'm not going to admit that to a stranger. And what was he doing. Was he hitting on me, or was he hoping to get some sort of tip on Zac and me to sell to the media.
At this point I would pay for a tip on what was going on between Zac and me.
I got back to Zac's place, home alone again. And I got out my computer and looked up some porn to jack off. I hadn't gotten off in two days, which is fine, but I mean normally having a hot session AT LEAST once a day, kind of puts a guy into withdrawal after 2 well almost 3 days.
It felt good to have some release. That evening was dinner for one, and sitting reading a book alone. I watched a movie around 10, I almost watched a High School Musical, at least then I would have some Zac Efron back in my life!!!
I woke up in the middle of the night and there was no one next to me. Zac had not come home, I looked over at the clock, it was 5 am. I went back to bed.
Later that morning when I got out of bed, I wondered if it was some sort of Hollywood sign for me to pack up and leave. I was kind of tempted to, but I wanted answers, and things had been going so well. Damn Paparazzi!!!!
I went to the gym and worked out for a bit, get rid of any anger and aggression I might have and returned home in the late afternoon. I was kind of tired, so I decided to take a nap, and besides the mystery of Zac Efron was not going to be solved anytime soon
Before I knew it I was being woken up. Zac was shaking me, telling me to get up.
Come on! Get up and get into the living room!
He was certainly in a better mood. And now I was completely confused!!!
The TV was on and Entertainment Tonight was on. And their top story was Zac Efron Speaking Out!
I looked at him. This wasn't helping the confusion.
He had this big smile on his face, which had been gone for the last few days and had started to fade since we left New York. But it was back!!!
Do I just watch and find out what happens next, or are you gonna fill me in?
I think its better if you watch first and then we'll talk.
So I watched, and the story was about Zac's whirlwind breakup, and realizing who he really was and what he really wanted. And how he was gay and needed to be strong and proud about it, and how he wanted to show that when you figure it out, its much more work to hide it and its better to just be up front about it. There was also no denial about the picture of us in NYC and that we were dating. He was completely open about everything. A bit of a shocked for some I'm sure!
I was less confused, but only by a little.
That big smile was still on his face once the news had ended, and he looked at me.
I smiled. I'm sorry, I'm still confused about what and where you were for the past three days.
Right. I'm so sorry about my vagueness, I realized what I had to do, and there was so much to do in order to make it happen. I didn't want my parents finding out on national TV so I had to tell them first, all the while having to deal with it in a way that wouldn't drive my career into the ground. Not to sound too selfish.
No, a career is important, and yours is important to you... and me.
He smiled bigger. So when we got back to LA, I had damage control to deal with anyway, so I met with my publicist and decided that what I really wanted to do was come out, rather than deny the relationship and pictures.
(comforting to know)
The next day we had to strategize and finalize the game plan for me coming out. But there was tension and we disagreed on when and how. The next morning I left to tell my parents, that would at least get the ball rolling, and they helped me really figure out what to do, and then today we shot the interview, and so now here we are!
Here we are.
I'm so sorry.
Why are you sorry? I am so proud of you.
I am sorry I left you in the dark for the past couple of days.
I totally get it. This is truly something you need to do on your own. I'm the one who should be sorry.
For what????
I doubted you... us. I thought that maybe we were over and...
You don't have to be sorry. You know what?
Hmm?
It's all done! He took a deep breath. Finally I can be who I am, and we can be together and not have to hide; holding hands in the park, or stealing a kiss somewhere.
The smile on my face began to grow.
So the hard part is over? I asked.
Well, I don't think the hard part is quite over. We are probably a new hot ticket item, and the paparazzi are gonna want photos of us together, at least for the first bit.
I reached over and pulled Zac close to me.
I am exhausted though. Will you take me to bed and hold me all night? Zac questioned.
I would like nothing more.
I hope this chapter entertains your curiosity for what is next. I really toiled with the direction this chapter took, and I would be happy to hear your thoughts and discuss it further. But it is done.
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