Say You Love Me Too.. ( a Zac Efron Fanfic)

A/N : hey guys. This is a fanfic about Zac Efron; but it's not. The main guy, is Zac efron, but not the famous version. (: Sorry if i just completely confused you aha x Bianca

Chapter One:

[Bianca’s POV]

I sat up and looked at the alarm clock. 8 o'clock SHIT! I jumped out of bed, not even bothering to throw my pyjama pants on. My brother will just have to get over it; if he was even awake? I ran out down the hall and skidded into the kitchen. I rubbed my hands excitedly and yanked open the fridge door. I stuck my head in, moving objects. “No…” I gasped and stood slowly backwards. “BRANDON!” I screeched. I huffed out to the lounge and there he was; my older brother sitting on the couch watching MTV. “BRANDON!” I yelled again and he turned around, and sure enough he was shoving his face with food, MY PIZZA! The pizza I had been saving for breakfast this morning. “What?” he said and turned back around to watch TV. “I CANT BELIEVE YOU!” I yelled as I lunged forward trying to grab one of the last pieces of pizza before he devoured it all. “What’cha gonna do about it lil sis?” He ooed as he shoved the pizza in his mouth. “Oh!” I scoffed and started to punch him. “THAT WAS MY PIZZA, I BROUGHT IT MYSELF!” He grabbed my hand and spun me around. “BRANDON, BRANDON!” I screamed and tried to twist away, but as I thought I was about to succeed, he picked my up and threw me over his shoulder. He was a tall, bulky man; 18 years old, I had NO hope. “OH MY GOD BRANDON PUT ME DOWN YOU BASTARD!” I started hitting him but he was a lot stronger than me. I knew I had no chance, but if I gave in he would get the satisfaction of beating me. “BRANDON IF YOU DO NOT PUT ME DOWN I’LL TELL MUM THAT YOU AND EMILY DID IT 3 TIMES. ON HER BED!” He laughed. “Nice try sis, but mum; wouldn’t fall for that. But, I could always tell her you snuck out and went to a party?” “OH MY GOD, BRANDON NO YOU WOULDN’T!” I started kicking again and he laughed. “Brandon what are you doing? PUT ME DOWN!” I was looking at the ground and the carpet suddenly turned to tile. He laughed and I heard a door open, my legs were hit with a blast of fresh morning air. “NO!” I hollered, but it was too late. He threw me out the door and held me back by my head. “THIS ISNT FUNNY!” I moaned as I tried to hit him, but he arm was too long. He shoved me backwards and slammed the front door shut. I heard him lock it. “Great, just great!” I walked over to the window and started banging. He opened the curtain and smiled. He stood there slowly shoving MY pizza into his mouth. I huffed and crossed my arms. “That’s not funny Brandon!” I said still banging on the window. He motioned to his ear. I knew he could hear me, he just didn’t want to. “BRANDON, YOU WILL SO PAY FOR THIS YOU LITTLE BASTARD!” He laughed and went back down to watch MTV. So there I was, in my oversized Bon Jovi shirt with NO pants, standing outside my house. Luckily, we had bushes covering the front windows, so I was half hidden.

Whilst I have the time, I’ll explain a little about myself. I’m Bianca, 16 years old. That arsehole inside, is my 18 year old brother, Brandon. Mum is away on a business trip, so I’m stuck with him! I’m quite small and normal build. I have dark brown hair and bluey-green eyes. Nothing special, I know. I love music, I get good grades and I enjoy a good book. Don’t have a boyfriend, probably never will. Anyway, back to the story…

I stood leaning against the window, trying to keep warm. “I can’t believe that little arsehole, wait till I get back inside then he’ll have it coming. Why would he do this? Oh I know why he is a little…” “Bianca?” I sharply turned around and my mouth fell open. “Zac… what, what are you doing here?” OH MY GOD, MAJOR PANIC ATTACK! That guy; was my brother’s best friend. But he was so cute. I know, I know; it’s wrong to have a crush on your older brother’s best friend, but who could blame me? He was 5 foot 10, has abs, his biceps are huge, and he has the most gorgeous tan. His face is perfect. His jawline is strong, his lips gentle, but yet had the potential to start a fire. His hair sat perfectly, and lightly danced around his eyes, and when he flicked his fringe out of the way, his forehead would crease ever so slightly. His eyes are as blue as a summer sky; captivating. I could look into them all day. His t-shirt was just tight enough that his muscles showed, and his jeans were tight, and when he lifted up his arms, his shirt rose, making the tops of his v-line visible; making him look even more gorgeous. I was woken from my crazy daze as he spoke. “Brandon text me, telling me to come hang; May I ask why you’re outside?” he looked at me up and down and I felt my cheeks burning. “He locked my outside, because he is an arsehole!” I crossed my arms, and tried to hide my embarrassment. Here I was, standing in front of a guy who I was absolutely head over heels for, in my UNDERWEAR! He laughed and I couldn’t help but smile. He had a deep, sexy laugh; it had a hint of cheekiness in it. “Now that doesn’t sound like your brother?” he smiled and looked at me. He put his hands in his pockets. “Yeah? Well you obviously don’t know him.” I raised my eyebrows and he flicked his hair, god damn, he flicked his hair. “I think I do, I’ve been best friends with him for years…” “But YOU don’t live with him. I do.” He laughed. “Touché.” He grinned and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, why don’t we both go and beat the shit out of him?” I eyed him off. “You’ll gang up on me. You ALWAYS do.” He smirked and started smashing on the front door. “YO, GET OFF YOUR LAZY ARSE AND COME OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR!” I laughed. They really were funny. “Alright, alright…” I heard Brandon moan from inside. I had started to shiver. “You look cold.” Zac said as he stood there waiting for my slow arse brother to open the front door. “No shit! I’ve been standing in the cold.” I huffed and he laughed and gently punched my arm. If only he knew just how much I liked him. As soon as I saw the door handle twist I burst past and almost knocked my brother over. “YOU ARE SUCH AN ARSEHOLE, IF I GET SICK IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!” I glared at him. I punched him as I stormed off to my bedroom.