just zac

Does anyone actually want to sleep with me?

It wasen´t easy staying away from the stage. Defiantly feeling like i´m letting down the guys right now

Why were you staying away in the first place, man?

Did you guys hear about Hope Solo getting arrested the other day?

I did, yeah. Crazy stuff right there.

Is it, really? Somehow I don’t believe that. Those are definitely considered crazy things. But, those are the kinds of crazy things that I love! So, you’re all good in that department. Yeah, just a little bit. But, I’d much prefer the rock climbing and all that to the parties, any day. Maybe, maybe not. We’ll just have to wait and see. Maybe you’ll be proved wrong, once again. More than just one time? Or should expect insults from here on out?

You love those types of crazy things? Well, we should get together sometime and do some. —That's just really awesome. Me too. Parties aren't really my thing anymore. What? Once again? I'd very much like to know when I was proved wrong the first time, Di. Hope you don't mind me calling you that. You shouldn't be expecting anything. Gotta keep you on your toes and interested.

Here I was off-guard and not expecting anything so deep to come of this, and then BAM. I like it, dude. I think I’ll revoke my offering it to anyone in order to perhaps find appreciation in the abstract beauty of that one day, once this pain has passed. Sadly, on the inside, I think the only story this book is telling is “Hey, my lines are blurred”. I should start singing Robyn Thicke.

You know me. Little ole deep me. Always coming at you with my deepness in the most unsuspecting of moments. I figured it'd be a good way to really get your attention since you're too cool for me now, acting alongside Godzilla. Keep it, it could be a good ice breaker. Use it when you're picking up those guys at the coffee shop. Just open the book and be like, "Hey, you see these blurred lines? Yeah? I know you want it." Then boom. The deal is sealed. 

Well I was enjoying a relaxing, soul-cleansing bath… until I dropped my book. Waterlogged copy of The Bell Jar, anyone?

Is it still salvageable? I'd say there's a story inside, and outside of it now. Inside telling of raw emotion and the process of falling into insanity. Outside telling of relaxation quickly turned to frustration and a book, well, falling into the tub.

You could be a comedian, Effie. Seriously. Take your act on the road and everything. Only if you want to. I’d be fine with any form of affection or sweetness.

You know what? Forget what I said about making out and the "or something". I'm going to come over with my special pencils and paper and we're going to just doodle. Write our thoughts, draw the silly things we imagine, literally jot down anything we can think of. I think it'll be a really good way of getting to know each other. There's something about letting the pencil roam free on the paper and just letting it create something that reflects your mind that's so intimate. I don't know.

And by or something you mean sitting on opposite ends of the couch and not speaking, right? You gotta show me a little romance if you want a little cuddle, Efron. You’ve only had one kiss. 

No. No, that's completely wrong. R… romance? What the hell is that? Again, kidding. I can do that. What if I cook you something? Or flowers, I mean, I could sing for you too if you really want me to.

Can you? I don’t know about that. I think if you were really my life teacher, it’d be full of parties and crazy things! Far from peaceful, my friend. Very far. Nahh, I’m gonna keep listening, definitely. It’s amusing, and I love it. aha. Sounds like a deal, to me. Though, I don’t think I’d get sick of you too easily. Am I? Aw, look at you being all sweet, now.

Parties and crazy things? My life is a lot more relaxed than it seems. Promise. Also depends on what you mean by crazy things. Bungee jumping, rock climbing, and riding ATV's in the dessert? Hell yeah. I have a feeling I just completely proved myself wrong here. Just wait, the Zefron sickness will come soon. See, I'm capable of being sweet.

Ha. That’s funny. Yeah, I mean, it’s just hanging. We can knit or something. Completely platonically, of course. I’ll pop in an episode of Boy Meets World, and we’ll make scarves and socks.

Knitting is a metaphor for making out or something, right? And by platonically you mean romantically and/or passionately. We can pop in Boy Meets World afterwards and cuddle.

Hm, interesting. Good to know. So I’m not.. stepping on anyones toes by asking if you wanted to maybe hangout or something?

Shit, I have like ten girls blowing up my phone right now asking who this "Brittany chick" is. I'm kidding. You'll be fine and everyone's toes will be safe. So let's hang.

No, hey, whatever, or whoever, you do in your spare time is your business. Go get ‘em tiger.

There's no one I'm "doing", actually.

I'm your life teacher, Dianna. I can teach you how to lead a peaceful life. Don't even listen to me, I have no clue what I'm talking about. My weirdness is showing, I suppose. Maybe I will. I'll let you know if I start not to like you as long as you let me know if you start to dislike me. Deal? Aren't you just the most adorable thing.

Ah, so you help a lot of people with their kissing techniques, huh? You dog. Go you.

No, no… no. That's—not what I meant. Oh, man.

No, no. I was only ‘pretty good’ remember? I’ll get practice from someone at my level, and then work my way up.

I wanted to bring Mr. Efron to the table. Sorry. Positive pals! Exactly, that's rule number one. I got myself into something awesome. I don't know what you're talking about. Can you? I'd like to see that.