A Collection of One-Shots [Requests Open]

Awkward [Zack Merrick] for PaleAsPorcelain

He has been flirting with me nonstop during this whole interview and it's really starting to piss me off. Like, I get it, the guy's famous and attractive and I'm sure he's used to girls just begging to have sex with him. But I'm not like that. And apparently he doesn't get it.

"I actually have a question for you, Em," Alex says with a lopsided grin on his face. I have to admit it's attractive, but not enough to make me crack. His ego's too big to see past and I really don't like big egos.

"It's Emily," I tell him curtly between gritted teeth. "Not 'Em'."

I notice his grin falters for a half a second. "Okay, Emily, after this interview, can I buy you a drink?" Again, there's that lopsided grin--that's actually more like a smirk--and now it's hard to not find it repulsive.

"I would love to, but I can't," I told him with a fake, forced smile. Could this interview please just be over already? Would it be possible to not do the last few questions and just walk out of here? Probably not. Those were the questions the fans told me to ask. They'd probably get mad if I didn't ask them.

"Why not?" Ugh, I had known he would push the topic, so why didn't I just give him a straight answer?

"Because . . . I'm a lesbian." Oh, my gosh that's such a lie. But hey, it's pretty a pretty solid one. Let's see him flirt any more after that.

"Oh, babe, I'm sure I could convert you." Okay, apparently I was wrong. Jesus, this guy would fuck anything with legs.

Why couldn't he be like the other three? They were a joy to work with. They answered the questions earnestly and honestly. Especially Zack. Gosh, he was such a sweetheart. Not to mention he was extremely attractive, with his beautiful smile and his chocolate brown eyes. . .

Okay, so maybe now wasn't the time for that.

I am just about to give a dry retort back when a soft voice speaks up. "Alex, shut the hell up. She obviously doesn't want to go out with you."

And, for some reason, Alex is quiet after that.

~*~*~*~

"Okay, guys, that's all the questions I have for you. And though there was a rough start, I actually wound up having a good time." I grinned at the four boys, who all gave me wide smiles in return as they left; even "wounded" Alex gave me a sweet smile as he walked out of the room.

Soon, it was just Zack and I left. I tried so hard to ignore the fact that my heart began to race wildly. Either this boy had a serious effect on me, or I was beginning to get social anxiety. I've never been this nervous around someone before.

"Thank you for rescuing me from Alex," I told him with a sweet smile. "I believe I was legitimately scared there for a moment."

His response was a slight twitch of his shoulders I guessed was supposed to be a shrug. It coasted a deep, awkward silence between us. I cursed the fact that I was only ever loud and crazy around people I knew well.

"Um, thanks for the great interview," he said, breaking the awkward silence between us. "I had a really great time."

I shrugged as nonchalantly as possible. "Y-yeah, of course. No problemo, my friend."

Okay, what the fuck brain? That was probably the weirdest thing anyone's ever said to him. Way to make yourself look like a freak. That's absolutely wonderful.

"Oh, God, sorry--" I began, but was promptly cut off by a deep chuckle on Zack's part.

"Alrightey then, mi amigo," he said, a small smile still on his lips.

I laughed heartily along with Zack. Needless to say it wasn't awkward after that.

~*~*~*~

*Four Years Later*

I rubbed my swollen belly soothingly as I waited until the little human being within stopped kicking wildly. I thought about how I hoped they turn out. They would be so cute with Zack's smile and laugh and with my brown hair and baby blue eyes.

"He better become a professional soccer player or something because this is crazy," I told my husband as he walked into the living room where I sat in slight discomfort.

"Maybe he will . . . Or maybe she will. You have to remember that we don't know what the gender is yet." And there was my husband, Zachary, always being the logical one.

I chuckled and sighed contently as the kicking subsided. "I honestly don't care what the gender is. Whether they're a boy or girl doesn't matter because I love you and you're going to be the best daddy ever and I am too excited for this oh, my God."

Zack kissed the top of my head as he sat beside me and pulled me into him. "I love you, too, Emily. Even if you are a bit awkward and weird sometimes."

And that's what we'll be. A weird, awkward family