The Adventures of Nik and Zaccy: "Everyone Loves a Parade!"
Welcome to the first installment of the adventures of Nik and Zaccy. They’re corny, sneaky, love oldies music and show tunes. Plus, he’s totally her bitch!
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the real-life people in this story, as much as I may want to. However, I do rent them on occasion, just for parties and casual entertaining.
Summary: This is the first of (hopefully) several adventures that I will write about Nik and Zaccy. While they may jump around, there is a definite sequence. In this one, it’s early November 2006, and they’ve been dating for a few months, although they try to keep it to themselves.
Additional information: Vanessa doesn’t exist in this world. Whether that means she and Zac broke up before he started Hairspray, they never dated, she wasn’t in High School Musical, or she was never born, you decide! I leave it wholly up to your own discretion and imagination. Now, don’t get drunk on all the power!
Barkerville is not a town in Ontario. I just made that up. C-ISL 650 is the name of an oldies station in Vancouver, and I just stole their identity!
Dedication: To Carrie (mrsmccord) for telling me all about small town parades, and for being my Baby! And also dedicated to all the hilarious, creative, and caring girls at the Zac/Nikki Appreciation Thread on Fanforum! Congratulations on 100 threads of Zikki love, girls!
And, you may want to listen to this song first, if you aren’t familiar with it (Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves”):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWeezUxIzaE&feature=related
The Adventures of Nik and Zaccy, Episode 1: Everyone Loves a Parade!
“I’m bored,” Nikki yawned.
“What? Playing Name That Show isn’t exciting enough for you?”
“As much as I like sitting around on your couch singing TV theme songs with you, it isn’t really my idea of a good time.”
“Well, I can think of something else we could be doing,” and he reached his arms out to her.
“Zac! God, I just got dressed again! I mean, I want to go out and do something, see something!” and she grabbed the unopened newspaper. “It’s a beautiful sunny Saturday, and I actually have the day off! I want to get out of your dirty apartment and have some fun!”
Zac pretended to be offended by her insult to his housekeeping, but he knew she was right. And, he also liked the idea of getting out and maybe seeing some sights. He went and grabbed a bottle of water while she opened up the newspaper.
“So, there’s a film festival of Gene Autry westerns at the Grand.” She flipped the page when he gave her the you’re so crazy you’re about to be committed look. “The Home Show is on. You could use a new blender, after all those smoothies! Um, a monster truck rally… I don’t think so!” as he started to look excited. “Oooh! A parade! I love parades!” She jumped off the couch to grab his road map, and didn’t notice that Zac had spilled water all over himself.
“Barkerville is celebrating it’s 100th birthday today with a parade down Main Street this afternoon,” she read. “Barkerville is only about an hour away, if we go along here,” and she ran her finger along the map. “We have to go, Zac! I haven’t been to a parade since last Thanksgiving! I love parades!”
“Well, Nik, I’m not really that into parades,” he said, softly, as he got up to go to the kitchen, trying to hide his shirt from Nikki.
“What! Who doesn’t like parades. Come on! Don’t be silly. It says there’ll be floats and marching bands and street performers and the mayor is going to speak and Miss Barkerville 2006 is going to sing ‘O Canada.’ And there’ll be Mounties! Oh, Zac! I’ve always wanted to see real live Mounties!” she called. “We have to go!”
“But, there could be photographers!” he called from the kitchen, trying to soak up the water.
“Oh, Zaccy! We’ll blend in. No one’s gonna be expecting to see you there, and no one will have any clue who I am. It’ll be fine!”
“Does it say if there’ll be Shriners?” he said tentatively, as he peeked out from the kitchen, with a wet tea towel in his hand.
“Shriners? Let’s see.” She caught the look on his face before he popped back into the kitchen. “No, no Shriners.”
“Hmm. I still don’t really like parades, but I guess we could go and check it out,” the colour returning to his face as he walked back towards the couch. The water stain was spread over his whole t-shirt from all the rubbing.
“Yay!” and she jumped up and threw her arms around his neck and held on to him as she bounced around the living room. He laughed and bounced with her, happy that he could make her so happy. Even though he still hated parades.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Um, Zac. Baby. You could go a little faster, you know,” she said, as another car sped past them on the highway.
“What? I’m going the limit.”
“Yes, you’re going exactly the limit, which is way slower than everyone else is going,” she laughed.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to Cory’s car. It was nice of him to lend it to us, and I’m not going to trash it by being reckless,” he said, matter-of-factly. Nikki just rolled her eyes.
Ten minutes later, when he had pulled over to let a row of twenty cars pass him, she jumped out of the car. Opening the driver’s door, she shouted to the stunned Zac, “That’s it! I’m driving!” The look on Nikki’s face meant business, and he knew better than to argue with her. He got out of the car and went around to the passenger’s side.
“Oh, don’t pout. If I’d let you drive, we’d never get there!” He was looking out the side window with his arms crossed. “So, how did you think that scene in detention went yesterday, Zaccy?” but he didn’t answer.
After five minutes of giving her the silent treatment, Nikki finally had an idea. She flipped the radio on and scanned through to find the station.
The weather should continue to be clear for the parade, which starts in less than an hour! It’s cold out there, but who doesn’t mind a little cold for a parade! Everyone loves a parade! the DJs voice boomed out of the radio.
“Psh!” hissed Zac, as he continued to stare out the window. What he was watching so intently, Nikki had no idea. All she saw were bare trees and frozen pastures. But, she did giggle silently at his reaction to the DJ.
“Up next, we have another twenty minutes of uninterrupted music! So, stay tuned to Oldies C-ISL 650!”
Zac turned to Nikki and gave her the that’s not fair look, before turning away again. She noticed his foot start to tap when the infectious melodies of “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” filled the car. Nikki watched him from the corner of her eye. By the end of it, he was bobbing his head and humming along. He gasped when the next song began:
I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
“Is this Cher?” she asked.
“Ssh!” and he turned up the volume.
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw.
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good.
Nikki listened carefully to pick up the chorus.
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town.
They’d call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves.
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down.
Zac was singing along, softly, dancing a little in his seat.
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile.
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal.
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one.
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done.
By the next verse of the chorus, Zac was singing his heart out, flailing his arms around, and every sign of his sulk was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So, it’s a right up here, and then about 2 miles and we should be in Barkerville.”
“Great! And, you make a very good navigator, Zaccy,” she said, as she tickled him under the chin. He chuckled, and blushed a little, then folded up the map.
“We’re here!” Nikki shouted a few minutes later, as she stopped singing. Zac ignored her and continued along with the song.
You'll see green alligators and long-necked geese,
some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born,
you're never gonna…
Nikki clicked off the radio, sticking her tongue out at Zac as he glared at her.
“It wasn’t finished!”
“Close enough!” and she jumped out of the car. He jumped out after her and chased her around to the back of the car. Grabbing her around the waist, he held her tight, her back pressed close against him. He ran his cheek against hers, and she turned her head to kiss him. His hand was slipping up under her sweater, running along the soft, warm skin of her stomach. His other hand had wrapped over hers, and he was guiding it up towards her breast, under her warm, puffy jacket. She could see their breath together in the cold air, as his face was pressed so close to hers.
“Now, why would you want to go to a parade, when we could sneak off and be alone?” he whispered into her ear.
“I knew it!” and she spun around in his arms. She laughed at the startled look on his face. “We’re going to the parade, Zac. That’s that!” But she softened a little when she saw his defeated expression, and added, “But it doesn’t mean we can’t sneak off and be alone a little later.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was leaning against a lamppost, hands in his coat pocket and scarf pulled up to his nose. She would have thought he was just bored if his eyes weren’t staring intently down the street, as if he were looking for someone or something. She thought she heard him mumble something about Shriners as she snuck up behind him.
“Boo!” she shouted into his ear, and he jumped and smacked his head into the lamppost. “Awww, baby! I’m sorry,” she said, stifling her laugh. “Here, have some,” holding the cotton candy in front of him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he answered, “No thanks. The hot dogs and Cracker Jacks and candy apple were enough. I’ll make myself sick.”
“What’s the fun of a parade if you don’t get a little sick!” and she linked her free arm into his. “This parade is a lot bigger than I was expecting for a small town. I mean, I never thought we’d see three different marching bands, and the cheerleader squads, and that whole troupe of clowns! Oooh! Here comes another float! Aww, they worked so hard on them! It must have taken ages to decorate them!”
“It’s mostly just spray paint and toilet paper.”
“Spoil-sport! This one’s from Anderson’s Orchard. Wow, look at the giant Macintosh!”
“It’s better than the stuffed bear from that gun store!” he said fairly loudly, and Nikki nudged him with her elbow.
Looking around him, Zac saw the photographer from the local newspaper talking to a woman with her daughter. The little girl turned around and saw Zac, making a puzzled face and pointing towards him. Zac grabbed Nikki by her arm and yanked her away when the little girl turned back towards her mother.
“What are you doing? Why are we hiding behind the popcorn trolley?”
“Ssh! I saw that photographer again, and that girl he was standing with recognized me. Remember the whole dating in secret thing. I really think we should go now.”
Nikki popped up from behind the popcorn kettle and looked around. “He’s walking down the street, and the girl is getting some candy, so I think we’re safe!” she said, when she squatted down again. "Don’t look so disappointed! We’re in the clear!” she laughed.
“Can I help you two find something?” said a deep voice from above.
Nikki turned her head quickly, and was about to make up some excuse, when Zac screamed and pulled her, like a shield, in front of him. He then jumped up and ran towards Betty’s Fine Fashions, leaving her on her backside, and the cotton candy, on the sidewalk. A stunned Nikki gratefully accepted the man’s outstretched hand to help her up.
“Your boyfriend’s a little high-strung, miss.”
“Yes. I mean, no. Not usually. I think it’s just all the sugar,” she answered, looking around for Zac.
“He ran over there,” the man laughed and pointed. Zac was inside the boutique, peeking out from behind the lacy, pink curtain at the window, gesturing frantically for Nikki to join him.
“I think I’d better go!” and she rolled her eyes, hoping the colour on her cheeks wasn’t as deep red as the man’s fez.
When she got to the door, Zac quickly opened it to let her in. He pulled her over behind a rack of flannel nightgowns, and wrapped his arms around her. Nikki could feel his heart racing, and his breath was ragged.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Shriner!” was all he could say.
“Yes, that man was a Shriner. So?”
“There weren’t supposed to be any Shriners.” He still hadn’t let her go.
“Is this what’s got you so worked up? A Shriner? You didn’t say anything when there were thirty of them parading down the street!”
“What! When?”
“All those clowns. They were Shriners.”
Zac looked like he was going to faint, then his face suddenly became angry. “Damn Shriners! Damn sneaky Shriners dressed as clowns! I told you we shouldn’t have come!”
Nikki was laughing so loudly that Betty (she assumed it was Betty, since her dress was the frilliest and her hair was the puffiest) looked over at them suspiciously. “All this whining was because of some Shriners? What’s the problem?”
“I can’t talk about it. I just can’t. But,… it was me, five years old, and a Shriner on a run-away tricycle. I’ve never been the same since.”
“Aww, Zaccy, baby. I’m so sorry! That must have been awful for you,” and she held him to her, letting him rest his head on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through his hair.
“The tassle. Oh god, the tassle.”
“If I’d known this, I would never have told you there weren’t going to be any Shriners.”
“What!” and he pulled away. “Traitor! How could you?”
“I didn’t know you’d react like this! I just thought that you thought they were dumb or something, and I wanted to show you how much fun parades were, even if there were Shriners. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” looking up into his eyes, with honesty.
After a moment, he answered by nodding his head and taking her hands in his. “Well, I guess you could try to make it up to me.”
“Anything.”
“Anything? Really?” His eyes sparkled and he bit his lower lip and pulled her out of the shop, waving good-bye to a very confused Betty.
“Zac, where are we…?”
“I saw a motel about 10 miles away. You’d better drive, so we get there faster!” he winked at her, as he pulled her along behind him, running towards the car.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the real-life people in this story, as much as I may want to. However, I do rent them on occasion, just for parties and casual entertaining.
Summary: This is the first of (hopefully) several adventures that I will write about Nik and Zaccy. While they may jump around, there is a definite sequence. In this one, it’s early November 2006, and they’ve been dating for a few months, although they try to keep it to themselves.
Additional information: Vanessa doesn’t exist in this world. Whether that means she and Zac broke up before he started Hairspray, they never dated, she wasn’t in High School Musical, or she was never born, you decide! I leave it wholly up to your own discretion and imagination. Now, don’t get drunk on all the power!
Barkerville is not a town in Ontario. I just made that up. C-ISL 650 is the name of an oldies station in Vancouver, and I just stole their identity!
Dedication: To Carrie (mrsmccord) for telling me all about small town parades, and for being my Baby! And also dedicated to all the hilarious, creative, and caring girls at the Zac/Nikki Appreciation Thread on Fanforum! Congratulations on 100 threads of Zikki love, girls!
And, you may want to listen to this song first, if you aren’t familiar with it (Cher’s “Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves”):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eWeezUxIzaE&feature=related
The Adventures of Nik and Zaccy, Episode 1: Everyone Loves a Parade!
“I’m bored,” Nikki yawned.
“What? Playing Name That Show isn’t exciting enough for you?”
“As much as I like sitting around on your couch singing TV theme songs with you, it isn’t really my idea of a good time.”
“Well, I can think of something else we could be doing,” and he reached his arms out to her.
“Zac! God, I just got dressed again! I mean, I want to go out and do something, see something!” and she grabbed the unopened newspaper. “It’s a beautiful sunny Saturday, and I actually have the day off! I want to get out of your dirty apartment and have some fun!”
Zac pretended to be offended by her insult to his housekeeping, but he knew she was right. And, he also liked the idea of getting out and maybe seeing some sights. He went and grabbed a bottle of water while she opened up the newspaper.
“So, there’s a film festival of Gene Autry westerns at the Grand.” She flipped the page when he gave her the you’re so crazy you’re about to be committed look. “The Home Show is on. You could use a new blender, after all those smoothies! Um, a monster truck rally… I don’t think so!” as he started to look excited. “Oooh! A parade! I love parades!” She jumped off the couch to grab his road map, and didn’t notice that Zac had spilled water all over himself.
“Barkerville is celebrating it’s 100th birthday today with a parade down Main Street this afternoon,” she read. “Barkerville is only about an hour away, if we go along here,” and she ran her finger along the map. “We have to go, Zac! I haven’t been to a parade since last Thanksgiving! I love parades!”
“Well, Nik, I’m not really that into parades,” he said, softly, as he got up to go to the kitchen, trying to hide his shirt from Nikki.
“What! Who doesn’t like parades. Come on! Don’t be silly. It says there’ll be floats and marching bands and street performers and the mayor is going to speak and Miss Barkerville 2006 is going to sing ‘O Canada.’ And there’ll be Mounties! Oh, Zac! I’ve always wanted to see real live Mounties!” she called. “We have to go!”
“But, there could be photographers!” he called from the kitchen, trying to soak up the water.
“Oh, Zaccy! We’ll blend in. No one’s gonna be expecting to see you there, and no one will have any clue who I am. It’ll be fine!”
“Does it say if there’ll be Shriners?” he said tentatively, as he peeked out from the kitchen, with a wet tea towel in his hand.
“Shriners? Let’s see.” She caught the look on his face before he popped back into the kitchen. “No, no Shriners.”
“Hmm. I still don’t really like parades, but I guess we could go and check it out,” the colour returning to his face as he walked back towards the couch. The water stain was spread over his whole t-shirt from all the rubbing.
“Yay!” and she jumped up and threw her arms around his neck and held on to him as she bounced around the living room. He laughed and bounced with her, happy that he could make her so happy. Even though he still hated parades.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Um, Zac. Baby. You could go a little faster, you know,” she said, as another car sped past them on the highway.
“What? I’m going the limit.”
“Yes, you’re going exactly the limit, which is way slower than everyone else is going,” she laughed.
“I’m not going to let anything happen to Cory’s car. It was nice of him to lend it to us, and I’m not going to trash it by being reckless,” he said, matter-of-factly. Nikki just rolled her eyes.
Ten minutes later, when he had pulled over to let a row of twenty cars pass him, she jumped out of the car. Opening the driver’s door, she shouted to the stunned Zac, “That’s it! I’m driving!” The look on Nikki’s face meant business, and he knew better than to argue with her. He got out of the car and went around to the passenger’s side.
“Oh, don’t pout. If I’d let you drive, we’d never get there!” He was looking out the side window with his arms crossed. “So, how did you think that scene in detention went yesterday, Zaccy?” but he didn’t answer.
After five minutes of giving her the silent treatment, Nikki finally had an idea. She flipped the radio on and scanned through to find the station.
The weather should continue to be clear for the parade, which starts in less than an hour! It’s cold out there, but who doesn’t mind a little cold for a parade! Everyone loves a parade! the DJs voice boomed out of the radio.
“Psh!” hissed Zac, as he continued to stare out the window. What he was watching so intently, Nikki had no idea. All she saw were bare trees and frozen pastures. But, she did giggle silently at his reaction to the DJ.
“Up next, we have another twenty minutes of uninterrupted music! So, stay tuned to Oldies C-ISL 650!”
Zac turned to Nikki and gave her the that’s not fair look, before turning away again. She noticed his foot start to tap when the infectious melodies of “Sugar Pie Honey Bunch” filled the car. Nikki watched him from the corner of her eye. By the end of it, he was bobbing his head and humming along. He gasped when the next song began:
I was born in the wagon of a travelling show
“Is this Cher?” she asked.
“Ssh!” and he turned up the volume.
My mama used to dance for the money they’d throw.
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good.
Nikki listened carefully to pick up the chorus.
Gypsies, tramps, and thieves
We’d hear it from the people of the town.
They’d call us gypsies, tramps, and thieves.
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down.
Zac was singing along, softly, dancing a little in his seat.
Picked up a boy just south of Mobile.
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal.
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one.
Rode with us to Memphis
And papa woulda shot him if he knew what he’d done.
By the next verse of the chorus, Zac was singing his heart out, flailing his arms around, and every sign of his sulk was gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“So, it’s a right up here, and then about 2 miles and we should be in Barkerville.”
“Great! And, you make a very good navigator, Zaccy,” she said, as she tickled him under the chin. He chuckled, and blushed a little, then folded up the map.
“We’re here!” Nikki shouted a few minutes later, as she stopped singing. Zac ignored her and continued along with the song.
You'll see green alligators and long-necked geese,
some humpty-backed camels and some chimpanzees,
some cats and rats and elephants, but sure as you're born,
you're never gonna…
Nikki clicked off the radio, sticking her tongue out at Zac as he glared at her.
“It wasn’t finished!”
“Close enough!” and she jumped out of the car. He jumped out after her and chased her around to the back of the car. Grabbing her around the waist, he held her tight, her back pressed close against him. He ran his cheek against hers, and she turned her head to kiss him. His hand was slipping up under her sweater, running along the soft, warm skin of her stomach. His other hand had wrapped over hers, and he was guiding it up towards her breast, under her warm, puffy jacket. She could see their breath together in the cold air, as his face was pressed so close to hers.
“Now, why would you want to go to a parade, when we could sneak off and be alone?” he whispered into her ear.
“I knew it!” and she spun around in his arms. She laughed at the startled look on his face. “We’re going to the parade, Zac. That’s that!” But she softened a little when she saw his defeated expression, and added, “But it doesn’t mean we can’t sneak off and be alone a little later.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He was leaning against a lamppost, hands in his coat pocket and scarf pulled up to his nose. She would have thought he was just bored if his eyes weren’t staring intently down the street, as if he were looking for someone or something. She thought she heard him mumble something about Shriners as she snuck up behind him.
“Boo!” she shouted into his ear, and he jumped and smacked his head into the lamppost. “Awww, baby! I’m sorry,” she said, stifling her laugh. “Here, have some,” holding the cotton candy in front of him.
Rubbing the back of his head, he answered, “No thanks. The hot dogs and Cracker Jacks and candy apple were enough. I’ll make myself sick.”
“What’s the fun of a parade if you don’t get a little sick!” and she linked her free arm into his. “This parade is a lot bigger than I was expecting for a small town. I mean, I never thought we’d see three different marching bands, and the cheerleader squads, and that whole troupe of clowns! Oooh! Here comes another float! Aww, they worked so hard on them! It must have taken ages to decorate them!”
“It’s mostly just spray paint and toilet paper.”
“Spoil-sport! This one’s from Anderson’s Orchard. Wow, look at the giant Macintosh!”
“It’s better than the stuffed bear from that gun store!” he said fairly loudly, and Nikki nudged him with her elbow.
Looking around him, Zac saw the photographer from the local newspaper talking to a woman with her daughter. The little girl turned around and saw Zac, making a puzzled face and pointing towards him. Zac grabbed Nikki by her arm and yanked her away when the little girl turned back towards her mother.
“What are you doing? Why are we hiding behind the popcorn trolley?”
“Ssh! I saw that photographer again, and that girl he was standing with recognized me. Remember the whole dating in secret thing. I really think we should go now.”
Nikki popped up from behind the popcorn kettle and looked around. “He’s walking down the street, and the girl is getting some candy, so I think we’re safe!” she said, when she squatted down again. "Don’t look so disappointed! We’re in the clear!” she laughed.
“Can I help you two find something?” said a deep voice from above.
Nikki turned her head quickly, and was about to make up some excuse, when Zac screamed and pulled her, like a shield, in front of him. He then jumped up and ran towards Betty’s Fine Fashions, leaving her on her backside, and the cotton candy, on the sidewalk. A stunned Nikki gratefully accepted the man’s outstretched hand to help her up.
“Your boyfriend’s a little high-strung, miss.”
“Yes. I mean, no. Not usually. I think it’s just all the sugar,” she answered, looking around for Zac.
“He ran over there,” the man laughed and pointed. Zac was inside the boutique, peeking out from behind the lacy, pink curtain at the window, gesturing frantically for Nikki to join him.
“I think I’d better go!” and she rolled her eyes, hoping the colour on her cheeks wasn’t as deep red as the man’s fez.
When she got to the door, Zac quickly opened it to let her in. He pulled her over behind a rack of flannel nightgowns, and wrapped his arms around her. Nikki could feel his heart racing, and his breath was ragged.
“What is wrong with you?”
“Shriner!” was all he could say.
“Yes, that man was a Shriner. So?”
“There weren’t supposed to be any Shriners.” He still hadn’t let her go.
“Is this what’s got you so worked up? A Shriner? You didn’t say anything when there were thirty of them parading down the street!”
“What! When?”
“All those clowns. They were Shriners.”
Zac looked like he was going to faint, then his face suddenly became angry. “Damn Shriners! Damn sneaky Shriners dressed as clowns! I told you we shouldn’t have come!”
Nikki was laughing so loudly that Betty (she assumed it was Betty, since her dress was the frilliest and her hair was the puffiest) looked over at them suspiciously. “All this whining was because of some Shriners? What’s the problem?”
“I can’t talk about it. I just can’t. But,… it was me, five years old, and a Shriner on a run-away tricycle. I’ve never been the same since.”
“Aww, Zaccy, baby. I’m so sorry! That must have been awful for you,” and she held him to her, letting him rest his head on her shoulder while she ran her fingers through his hair.
“The tassle. Oh god, the tassle.”
“If I’d known this, I would never have told you there weren’t going to be any Shriners.”
“What!” and he pulled away. “Traitor! How could you?”
“I didn’t know you’d react like this! I just thought that you thought they were dumb or something, and I wanted to show you how much fun parades were, even if there were Shriners. I’m sorry. Forgive me?” looking up into his eyes, with honesty.
After a moment, he answered by nodding his head and taking her hands in his. “Well, I guess you could try to make it up to me.”
“Anything.”
“Anything? Really?” His eyes sparkled and he bit his lower lip and pulled her out of the shop, waving good-bye to a very confused Betty.
“Zac, where are we…?”
“I saw a motel about 10 miles away. You’d better drive, so we get there faster!” he winked at her, as he pulled her along behind him, running towards the car.