hunky teen heartthrob.

Confession: I love—like really love—Zac Efron. I’ll provide a scene from January, as proof...

“Waitwaitwait!” I hastily slip the bobby pin from my hair and shake my bangs loose. Across the eyes, finger-styled. I fidget three feet away from Krista in anticipation. My shoulders shimmy, my hands flutter. Almost, almost! Quick pause. Zac’s epiphany moment sounds and I slide on polka-dot socks to the base of our purple leather couch. Zac sings “All I have to do is believe,” but I sing “All I have new so you see.” Can’t remember the next line either, but I’ve mastered the move. I drop to my knees and lift invisible sand from the hardwood. Sift it through my fingers. Just like Zac. A burst in tempo pops me back on my feet and I skip-leap around the room, pumping my fist sporadically in the air. I look over and meet my roommate’s half-amused, half-scared eyes.

I don’t know why I thought a dance demonstration after High School Musical’s end would be a good plan. My animated, spastic version of “Bet On It” was an adaptation from the HSM sequel—the golf course scene. Krista, still fairly new as my roommate, hadn’t seen it. My superstar moment should’ve been enough to ensure she never would. To my extreme relief, it wasn’t—we rented HSM2 the next night.

But seriously. Zac Efron. Boy can dance. And he’s just so pretty. I’m sure he wouldn’t love my choice terminology on that, but he is pretty. That Rolling Stone cover...mmm.

EDIT: Krista just informed me that Zacky-boy dropped out of Footloose. Nooooooooooooooo! No, no, no, no, NO! Nooo-oo-ooo-oooo. This is just terrible. Terrible, terrible, terrible. Maybe watching HSM3 will cheer me up. Yes, I own it. With pride.