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Never get drunk in Vegas	By : jaymclg Category: Individual Celebrities > Zac Efron Views: 3245 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have never met nor do I know Nikki Blonsky, Zac Efron, Shia LaBeouf, Megan Fox or any other famous people. I own the plot and any characters of my own creation. I make no profit is for entertainment and is fiction none of this happene

Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
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Never Get Drunk In Vegas
At half past five in the evening that same day they arrived back in LA after a six hour drive, both Zac and Shia were exhausted and ready to sleep, especially Shia as he was still slightly hung-over from the previous evening. They made their way to Zac’s it being the nearest property as soon as they entered LA. From there they each rang their managers, who were less then pleased, especially Shia and Nikki’s for obvious reasons. Zac and Megan’s were more understanding knowing what happened with them was completely innocent and how the press just loved to twist everything to get the perfect story.
After they had finished talking to their managers and had agreed to meet up to discuss what action they were going to take the four ate takeaway Zac had ordered. After eating Shia insisted that he needed to get going and that Nikki was coming with him until they could get in touch with their lawyers bright and early tomorrow morning as he sure as hell had meant want he had said back in the hotel room in Vegas, Nikki was not leaving his presence until the whole situation between them was fixed.
This had made Nikki fume like nobody’s business, but she had gone with him after she realised he had no issue with dragging her out of Zac’s apartment willing or not, kicking and screaming if need be, he had said as much. Just because she was going to go with him did not mean she was not going to make his life a living hell in the meantime, which she had also said as much.
Zac and Megan had cringed after they had clearly heard what the other had implied or had not full out said. Megan in the end had reassured a worried Zac that she would go with them as a buffer. Plus Shia had insisted she could use his spare bedroom until she found somewhere else to live as she had nowhere else to go. She still planned to go and get her stuff from Brian’s tomorrow knowing he would be away on business for the rest of the week. She just hopped the fucker had not had the locks changed whilst she had been in Vegas nor destroyed her possessions out of childish spite.
As soon as they had reached the apartment Nikki and Shia decided they were better off separating for awhile, plus they did not intend to remain married meaning they sure as hell were not going to sleep beside each other in the same bed if they could help it. They had been in the same car in close quarters for nearly over six hours, which meant there was no way they could remain in the others presence for a moment longer without Nikki wanting to cause him bodily harm or Shia wanting to take her over his knee and spank her backside. He knew if he did it she would very well attempt to castrate him for his trouble, no best remove temptation whilst he was still able.
So it was decided not long after they had arrived that they would change for bed. Shia gave up his double bed to Nikki, whilst Megan took the spare bedroom and Shia took the sofa in the living room which pulled out into a comfortable large bed. He was in the living room because his third bedroom had been changed into an office for his use seeing as he lived alone except for when he had the occasional friend or family member stay overnight.
It was during the early hours of the morning around three thirty, that he was suddenly woken from his sleep when he heard someone moving about in his kitchen. He inwardly groaned and still half asleep rolled over and got up off the sofa bed and made his way towards the kitchen. As soon as he entered he turned on the light to see his wife trying to stand on a chair so she could reach one of the top cupboards next to the large fridge freezer.
Nikki startled slightly and started to wobble on the chair as she lost her balance when the light suddenly came on, through she honestly had no idea what she thought she was doing entering a kitchen in the dark that did not belong to her, she supposed she must have still been more asleep then she had first thought when she had first entered. She had wanted something to drink as she was having issues sleeping due to everything going on, too much on her mind was not productive to getting a decent uninterrupted night’s sleep.
Shia seeing that his wife was evidently about to take a tumble quickly came forwards and placed his hands on her waist to steady her. He muttered loud enough for her to hear but not wake Megan who was still dead to the world in the guestroom, “Whoa, take it easy Blonsky, last thing you need is to end up in the hospital with broken bones or a concussion where you’ve landed on your head.” He added, “Get down from there before you take a tumble and break your neck.”
Once he had helped her down he asked, “Now tell me what you are doing up this early and going through my kitchen cupboards?” Nikki sighed and replied tiredly, “I needed a drink and could not sleep, too much crap on my mind. It is hardly considered productive to getting a full night’s sleep. Besides I am sleeping in a bed in an apartment that is not mine nor am I accustomed to my surroundings. Always takes me a night or two to settle in new places.”
Shia told her, “Sit down and I’ll make you some hot chocolate always helps me when I am having a bad night or just trying to adjust my inner clock to different time zones.” Nikki nodded being too tiered to argue with him, besides why bother seeing as he was currently not being an asshole but rather quite the opposite in fact. She wondered how long the peace between them could last before they were ready to go at it again.
Nikki sighed quietly as she thought back on what Shia had said to her a moment ago and shook her head, frowning when it suddenly came to her, he had called her Blonsky. Was that even still considered her last name when you took the current circumstances into consideration? Her frown deepened as she worried her lower lip between her front teeth as she contemplated whether that bothered her more than it should have.
Shia turned from the cooker where he had a small black pan full of milk on the front left hob. He noticed that she was frowning slightly as she worried her lower lip between her front teeth. He wondered what she was thinking besides the obvious. He asked, “What are you thinking Blonsky?” He raised an eyebrow when he saw the small scowl that suddenly placed a little crease between her brows.
Nikki said quietly, “Perhaps you should not call me by my second name right now seeing as I am not sure it can still be considered my name due to our circumstances. I always figured when I eventually married I would take his last name, you know new name new beginnings. Please call me Nikki until we get this whole situation sorted as I am not comfortable with the thought of going by the last name LaBeouf no matter how briefly.”
She noticed him raise his right brow in disbelief and quickly added, “I don’t know about you but hearing that DJ on the radio call me Nikki LaBeouf didn’t exactly sit well with me at the time. Now that I calmed down I still am not sure I liked being called that. I never willing chose to have that last name for myself, never got the chance to come to terms with the fact the name could be mine.”
Nikki shrugged as she concluded as she chose her words carefully so as not to piss him off, “That usually happens for a woman as she plans her wedding and thinks about her future with the man she loves and cannot wait to marry. I am sure Megan must have at some point thought about her name as Megan Green when she got engaged, thought about what her dream dress would look like and how beautiful she was going to want her flowers to look.”
Shia did not comment merely let out a sigh as he turned back to the face the pan to make sure it did not overflow or burn. When he was satisfied the milk was not about to overflow and make a mess of his cooker he reached up into one of the cupboards above his head and took out two tall black mugs. He then grabbed a large bar of milk chocolate and snapped off half of the bar and placed the pieces into the slightly bubbling milk. He then grabbed a little plastic jar that was filled with cinnamon and sprinkled a minute amount into the pan to join the milk and chocolate.
Shia took a spoon and started to stir the contents of the pan as he listened in silence to Nikki as she continued to quietly talk about what was keeping her from being able to sleep. He could understand and sympathize he supposed as he too had trouble finding sleep for the first hour or two after he had first gone to bed.
She said, “I am terrified to tell my family about this as I know I will have to whether I divorce you or not. I highly doubt they won’t know by tomorrow seeing they will probably have paps parked outside their house trying to get any comments from them. This will make gossip shows and gossip magazines and papers due to the fact you are more high profile then I am.” She saw Shia grimace deeply at the thought as he turned to face her briefly before turning back to the pan.
She continued after a slight pause as she watched him turn off the cooker before lifting the pan from the hob and pouring the steaming contents into both mugs. “Speaking of my family, I am dreading my dad finding out, he will seriously freak-out. I feel terrible and am worried about how he is going to react to the fact I got married in a Las Vegas wedding chapel drunk out of my mind to someone I was not even in a relationship with never mind not even in love with. And if that isn’t enough I married without him being there to walk me down the aisle to give me away. Nor was there a holy man or a man of the cloth present.”
She cringed and covered her eyes with her hands as she added, “My mother with be so hurt that she did not get to help me plan my wedding nor be with me as I chose a wedding gown or flowers. Wasn’t there to help me and argue over bridesmaids and what style and colour dress I would torture them with. Hell not even to choose and send out invitations or chose wedding cake colours and flavourings.”
She had tears in her eyes as she concluded, “Oh fuck my life, my parents are going to shit bricks when they find out that we don’t even intend to stay married to each other. My parents only believe in divorce as a very last resort if the couple is in an abusive relationship, or if one or both has had an affair. They would not agree with our reasons for wanting a divorce, no way whichever way you choose to look at it.”
Shia turned around and walked over to the table after placing the pan in the sink. He placed one mug down on the kitchen table in front of her then sat in the chair across from her and took a sip from his own mug. She smoothed her hands around the mug just enjoying the warmth as she asked him, “What happens if I am pregnant, Shia? That is really worrying me I feel sick with worry over how that will ultimately change our lives. I refuse to get rid of any child if I am pregnant I will not ever think of taking such a way out, absolutely not. The thought is positively diabolical to me, I am sorry if that pisses you off.”
She continued as she saw him grip his mug more firmly as he took a long drink. “Look listen I have no intentions whatsoever of trapping you in a relationship, hell we don’t even have a relationship regardless of our supposed marriage. I will not saddle you with an unwanted child you are free to do whatever the hell you wish after we are granted a divorce. I will not have you around so you can resent not only me but worse yet resent your possible son or daughter, no child deserves that, especially when it is entirely out of their control they never asked to be conceived.”
Shia lowered his mug back onto the table with a dull thud as he glared at her and snapped quietly, “What the hell, what kind of guy do you take me for here? I am not one of those deadbeat assholes who cares less whether they see and provide for their own flesh and blood, their child, or worse yet does not even care or want to invest any time or love and affection in the child.”
He told her coldly, “If you are pregnant then I will stand by you and provide for my son or daughter I will not be abandoning my own flesh and blood for crying out loud. Just because I do not want to remain married nor do I feel that I am ready to be a father does not mean I will neglected my own flesh and blood. I am twenty three years old, can you fucking blame me for not being too hot on the idea of fatherhood just yet? Finally I may be an asshole at times and I sleep around I am not going to deny it, just because of all that sure as hell does not make me a heartless deadbeat bastard.”
Nikki flushed bright red and scowled down at her mug before saying curtly, “That was not what I was implying and I know you are not a deadbeat bastard. All I was saying was that I was giving you a possible out if you wanted it. Like I said I don’t want you to feel trapped into this nor do I need or want to put with you resenting me and this child later on down the line if I am pregnant.”
She paused as she let out a harsh sounding sigh and finally concluded, “Then you have to take into consideration that I never expected you to be the father of my children anymore so then you ever envisioned me as the mother of your future children.” She added, “And yeah, I get that you aren’t too hot on the idea of fatherhood. I am twenty one and guess what I am even less hot on idea of motherhood then you are about early fatherhood.”
Nikki pinched the bridge of her nose before she picked up her mug and took a deep drink. Shia noticed her surprised yet appreciative expression and could not help but smirk knowingly, even if he was still somewhat pissed at her. There was many things he did well, making hot chocolate just happened to be one of those many things. Megan swore by his hot chocolate as did his parents, seeing as it was how his mother used make it for him when he was still a little boy and had trouble sleeping.
Nikki noticed the all too knowing smirk Shia was eyeing her with and raised her left brow in question. He said, “I can do many things very well, making hot chocolate, excellent hot chocolate at that, just happens to be one of those many things I do very well.” His smirked widened as he added in a sly tone, “You’ve test driven another of my skills I excel at not that you can remember it of course, although there may just be a lasting little reminder inside of you.”
Nikki flushed and gritted her teeth, point blank refusing to say anything in reply and cause another argument between them. She sure as hell was not about to give him the satisfaction of knowing and witnessing firsthand exactly what he was capable of doing to her and how he got under her skin in more ways than one. The urge to both jump his bones and smack the crap out of him waged an all out war inside of her.
She stood as she took two large swallows of her drink before placing it down on the table. She said, “I am going back to bed before I am tempted to smack the crap out of you.” Shia had a goading shit eating grin as he leaned back in his chair and called out quietly in a sing song tone, “Sweet Dreams wifey, dream of me.” He watched as her entire posture went completely rigid before she forced herself to calmly walk away from the kitchen.
He could tell she wanted to do nothing more right then and there to storm back over to him and punch him in the face until his teeth rattled. He had to admire the fact she managed to resist the urge to not storm out of the room and slam the door behind her hard enough to make the hinges rattle. He let out a low and brief chuckle before finishing his drink then put both cups in the sink before switching off the light and going back to the living room to sleep some more.
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