Different male celebrities or male characters, father oneshots. I'll take requests and tell me if you want me to mention you when I create your request. Most will be teenage daughter
A/n - Your name is Y/n Faith Efron. I bet you can't guess who your dad is. It's so hard to guess. If you guessed Zac Efron, you're correct. Your father is Zac Efron. You have your dad's brown hair and blue eyes. You're a great singer and have been in about 25 musicals for school or drama club, since you were 6. You are now 15 in this scenario. No one really knows anything about your mom, nor do you. You dad hasn't told you anything about her and sometimes it gets on your nerves, but you still love him no matter what.
Y/n Faith Efron
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Y/n's POV
I was hanging out with my friend Brittney at school today.
"He totally likes you," Brittney said talking about my crush that I've had since 5th grade.
"Come on, Oliver can choose any girl. Why would he choose me." I said.
"I mean he did buy you coffee," she said.
"That's because we ran into each other and I spilled my coffee on him" I said emphasizing on him.
"He also sent you a note in class," she said.
"That's because I had to help him with the subject," I said.
"What about the flowers or the necklace," she said.
"I.....don't have a response to that," I said.
"See. He does like you," she said. "Look he's coming over here."
I look over to my right, and sure enough Oliver is walking over to me/us.
"Hey Y/n, Hey Brittney," he said.
"Hi Oliver," I said as Brittney nods.
"What are you guys up to?" he asked.
"Talking about yo....." Brittney started, but I elbowed her.
"Youth group at church," I finished for her as she glared at me.
"Oh sweet, you volunteer at the youth group," Oliver said.
"Yeah," I said, which wasn't a lie, I do work at the youth group some times.
"Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out some time," Oliver asked.
"Sure, how about this weekend," I said.
"Great, text me what time and what you want to do, he said as he handed me his phone to put my number in.
"Okay, see you then," I said as he left.
"Told you so," Brittney said, so I shoved her off the bench.
"Shut up," I laughed.
Time skip to after school
I had to stay after school to practice for the next musical and lucky me Angela Hart was there too. See, she's been my mortal enemy since 3rd grade when I got the lead role and she was my understudy and it's always been that way, I'd get the lead role and she'd be a different character or my understudy, not to mention the fact that she also has a crush on Oliver. Anyway I was working on one of the props, while see was practicing her part in the play and she was making this big deal about how I was distracting her.
"Can you stop being so loud," I can barely hear myself think!" She yelled at me.
"How am I being that loud, I'm barely making any noise! Also, I'm painting. How is that loud," I yelled back annoyed.
"Can I just practice some other time or can you get her to leave," Angela said to Mrs. Green the drama/theater teacher.
"I'm sorry, but this prop does have to be done soon," Mrs. Green said.
"Whatever," Angela sad, angry that she didn't get her way, like she's used to.
afterwards
I walked outside grabbing my phone about to put my airpods in and ride my skateboard home when Angela stopped me.
"What do you want?" I asked annoyed.
"I just want to ask you if you're going to leave Oliver," she said.
"What do you mean leave him?" I said confused and annoyed.
"You know, just like you your mom left you," she said, "or maybe he'll leave you, I mean everything bad that happens is your fault, just like your mom leaving."
I didn't want to listen anymore, so I put my airpods in and skated off.
The whole way home I was thinking about what Angela said. Was it really my fault that mom left. I mean, dads never told me why. Maybe he's trying to make me feel better about it.
When I got home I threw my bag and skateboard over in the corner and ran upstairs.
"Hey, You okay," I heard dad yell as I ran upstairs.
"F*CK OFF!" I yelled before I slammed my door shut.
"HEY! WATCH YOUR TONE A LANGUAGE," Dad yelled
I didn't bother replying. I just kicked my shoes off, sat in my closet, closed the closet door, tugged my legs to my chest, and cried. I heard dad come upstairs.
"Hey! We are not done here," he said as he entered my room.
I tried my best to stay quiet and muffle my cries, so he couldn't hear me.
"Where are you?" he asked.
I soon heard him walk over to the closet.
"I know you're in there." he said, "Can you please come out?"
I just stayed the same way and didn't say anything. I guess he knew I wasn't going to come out of the closet, so he opened the closet door and bent down to my level.
"What's wrong?" he asked, but I buried my face into my knees, "Hey, talk to me."
I shook my head no.
"Okay. Will you at least come out of the closet?" he asked.
I shook my head no again.
"Okay, come on," he said as he pulled me up from the ground and sat me on my bed and sat next to me. "Can you just tell me what happened?"
I couldn't come up with any words, all I could do was cry. Dad hugged me as I kept crying.
"Shhh, it's okay."
I cried until I finally thought of a question.
"Is it my fault," I asked through sobs.
"What?" he asked.
"The reason mom left. Is it my fault?" I asked.
"Oh, Y/n. No. It's not your fault. Why would you think that?"
"Angela was talking to me about it," I said.
"Well don't listen to her. It's not your fault," dad said.
"Then why did she leave," I asked.
"I don't really know. It could've been something I did or said, or it could've just been her," dad said. "How about we get some ice cream?"
"I would rather just stay hear," I said as I hugged dad.
