Title At The Oscars
Authorcomet80
RatingPg13
Summary Zac runs into someone at the Oscars...
A/N Written after the oscars. I don't know for sure if Lucas was there, but I think he was, since he was in "Milk" aka, one of the most inspiring films ever. I think he would be there for support at least.
disclaimer No, I don't own Zac or Lucas, nor do I think they are gay. All events are from the sickening fangirl who neated to see some Zucas action, but found little. However, if Zac or Lucas ever come out I will be there in full support

At the Oscars…

It was considered the most magical night in Hollywood history. The carpet was out, the guests were dressed to perfection and everything was going right. He was here with one of the top dates, and even had an almost perfect performance. Sure there were few downsides, but really, he should be happy.

“It really was a great performance, right babe?” The brown haired girl said sweetly kissing the man on his forehead.

“Yeah.”

She kissed his cheek, and then saw a girl a few rows over. “Hey, babe, I’m going to go talk to Miley for a few, alright? Meet you at the Limo.”

“Sure.” He mumbled looking down a little. He didn’t know what to do now that his date went off to talk to some friends. He stood waiting for someone to come over to him. He really wasn't comfortable around all these people who clearly were much better than him, even if he was considered the man.

He began to wander around waiting for someone to talk to. He supposed he should congratulate those who did win, but he knew Vanessa would do all the talking for him at the parties. So, he kept wandering and stopped when he heard a familiar voice, he just didn't know who to place it with.

The familiar voice grew closer and he felt a tap on the shoulder. “Zefron?” Zac closed his eyes, hoping he wouldn't have to speak to whoever it was. He knew, eventually, he would have to turn around. So it was really now or never. He was really hoping it wasn't someone he didn't want to talk with.

He turned to face a blond haired man and grinned. “Lucas? What're you doing here? High School Musical wasn't nominated for anything.”

“I should ask the same, but I saw your performance.” The blond boy grinned, feeling comfortable for the first time since the filming of High School Musical 3. He just wasn't..as noticed as Sean was, not that he should be. It was awkward to be around so much success compared to his. “It really was great. Where's 'Nessa?”

“She's talking to Miley, and I still don't understand why you are here.” The brunette asked, getting way more comfortable than before. It felt right to be talking to his ex-co-star than to be chatting away small talk with Brad Pitt, or worse, being re mobbed by Joey and Lisa asking him about relationship stuff.

“I was in a movie. You know, Milk. It won best screenplay. I was just a minor character, but you know, cast and crew are sometimes invited.”

“Awesome, man.” The brunette grinned at the blond who in return grinned back. “So, do you miss the HSM days?” Zac asked, trying to start a conversation.

“Yeah.” Lucas replied, followed by a silence.

...Awkward...

Lucas scratched at his head before looking over at the rest of his group, then at Zac. “Do you want to go get a drink?”

“'Course.”

The two boys grabbed the rest of their things before going as Zac reasked his HSM question. “Why do you miss HSM? You're in an Oscar movie, man. You're leaving the Disney scene.”

“I dunno.” The blonde looked up towards the ceiling, “I guess it's because I miss the interaction of the cast. Like, on Milk everyone did their own thing. You're in, you're out, no jokes, no goofing off, it's just so serious. Not that the movie shouldn't be, it is a serious matter.”

“Yeah,” Zac looked dreamily into midair. “You know what I miss?” He asked, then answered before the blond could answer. “Our Tryan times.”

Lucas stared at the brown haired boy and couldn't help but chuckle. “Our what?”

“You know, Tryan time. Like that time on screen when Ryan and Troy were in scenes together. Or when I fell off that car, or when we had to do that gay dance, or Troy had to fag out 'You're easier to dance with than she is'. You know, Tryan moments. The ones where silly fangirls would be like 'OMG THEY TOUCHED THEY R IN the LURV!' and would run and document every little touch we did. Oh, two words, Pink. Leather.”

Lucas covered his face to hide his laughter. “God, you're gayer than Ryan Evans. But you know, --two drinks please--” He said to the bartender, handing him a wad of cash before going back to Zac, “I do miss some of the backstage action. Like the sleepovers Ashley would arrange. Like that party.”

Zac furrowed his brow in confusion, then remembered. “That night. The one where Corbin and Monique were off shooting, and 'Nessa and Ash were drinking too much, trying to get us to 'come out'.”

“Yeah, and we wouldn't because..because..”Lucas took a swig of his drink.

“..Because it's none of their bus'ness of how we 'ove.” Lucas could tell Zac was getting a little drunk. “And 'ava sprigs, man. Ryan Evans has a great bod, too bad Troy's nota gay.”

Lucas laughed. He defiantly missed this. He missed this more than goofing off during High School Musical 2; he missed this more than touring, and waay more than working on Milk.

“Your lips look soft, can mine touch them?” Zac asked Lucas before leaning in to kiss him.

Lucas looked away a bit nervous, hoping to see no press. Last thing he truly wanted to be known for was turning the Zac Efron gay. Er, gayer. Seeing as there were reasons why HSM was a closed set.

“Why aren't you kissin' back, Lukey?” The brunette superstar asked, as he stopped kissing. “Don't you love me?”

Lucas froze. Why here, why now? He thought. He did like Zac, sure, what's not to like? But right here in front of everybody?

He stared at the drunken brunette superstar and said above a whisper, “You're getting too drunk, Zackie, maybe we should take you back to your hotel?”

“Anywhere wit you, Ryan.”

“Lucas.”

“Anywheres wit you Ryan. Quick! Before G‘briella comes.” He hiccupped.

Lucas quickly looked to see if there was any of the press near by before leading the brunette out the door. He led the drunken boy into his hotel room who just laughed. “Lukey! C’mere with me! Sit with me!”

Lucas agreed to the darker haired boy wishes and sat on the bed. “You need any coffee or anything?”

“Nu.” The boy replied, crying out “Ryan! Don’t you love me?”

Lucas sighed. “I’m not Ryan, Troy.”

“Ryan! Don’t you ‘member what we did durin’ filmin’? All those loves you gave me. Ryan! Hic-a Ryan!” The brunette started to scream out at the blond. “Ryan! Ryan! Ry-!”

Lucas sighed again and couldn’t help but give in to the brunette. His drunken stages weren’t that great, but when he wasn’t screaming or yelling the boy was actually kind of cute.

“Ryan,” The boy said, voice hoarse, “Do you love me?”

The blonde shook his head, chuckling and smiling, placing a kiss on top the brunette’s forehead. “Absolutely, Troy, absolutely.”

Lucas could tell Zac was grinning in his sleep, and just shook his head chuckling, then sighed. This was really the only reason he’d ever miss High School Musical. The fame, fortune, and works could never compare to little drunken Zac.

End.