Escaping My Fears. [Zac Efron Fan Fiction]

Chapter 12

It's been about two weeks since I been in the hospital. After the moment with Pam & Mike they visited me at much as possible and they always brought me food and flowers to show they are sorry. I felt good again. I never thought they had a soft side. Especially after those years of hell. Pam decided to quit smoking and drinking, along with Mike, and become a hair stylist. It was one thing she loved doing. Her hair. Mike decided he would become a fire fighter. His childhood dream.

As for Zac, he left the hospital that night. But returned the next day just to give me time to myself. The time in the hospital and the time I was out let us get to know each other. He was in High School Musical 1, 2, & 3, he was born on October 18, he has an autograph baseball collection, he likes Ligers, and well this list can go on and on. He is amazing, a totally different person. After I was released free from the hospital he took me home to his house. He is taking care of me which makes me feel like an old lady, but I like it.

Tonight we were going to eat at some restaurant then to a movie. I wanted to go straight to the movies and hang out instead of the restaurant, but Zac said other wise.

Since he told me to wear something nice I wore a blue halter top dress that stopped a little over my knees with black heels. I decided to let my hair down to make it classy and natural. Applying some make-up and double checking myself over 10 times, I knew I was ready.

"You look beautiful as always." Zac said smoothly. I would kiss him right now, but we aren't even going out.

"Thanks, you look handsome." I admitted. He was wearing a blue button up shirt with sleeves down to his elbows and a black jeans. He had white shoe on too that matched everything perfectly. Any girl would drool over him. The thought of girls instantly made me jealous.

Pushing the thought away I looked at him and realized we had our arms together like he was an escort. It was cute. He always made special with little things like being an 'escort'.

The drive to the restaurant felt like 10 minutes because we were singing and laughing so much. I was a pretty good singer, but I never liked to sing in front of people. Zac was so far the only one who ever heard me sing.

"You have a beautiful voice, you know," He noted. "You should become a sing."

I immediately shook my head. "I have major stage fright and I'm not a pro singer." I laughed.

It was his turn to shake his head. "No, I'm serious. You have a beautiful voice. Anyone would want to sing like you."

"I guess I sing good, but I still have stage fright." I murmered.

"Nothing last long. Not even your troubles." He defended.

"Woah, your going deep, bro." I mocked, holding my hands up..

He laughed and said "That's what she said."

I hit him hard, but softly. "That's gross. Jerk!" I chuckled.

We arrived at the restaurant and a waiter escorted us to our table that was in the back.

It was nice. The walls were dark brown from the bottom until the middle of the wall and then the top was a light creme color. The chairs were soft cushions with leather on the back part that was a creme color along with the top half of the walls. Each table had the knifes, spoons, and forks placed out making it elegant and organized. The tables were dark brown too. The lights at the top of the restaurant were orange that threw everything together making it modern and just....... amazing.

I stared in awe until laughter arose in front of me. Not to my surprised did I notice it was Zac.

"It's just so amazing. I never really been to an elegant restaurant before." I admitted.