#zoeyd

[text] I roll dangerously now, I'm dating a bad boy and walk on snow in heels, biggest badass ever. I miss you!!

[text] Zoozooooo!!!

“There is nothing wrong with a meaningless hook up. Or three of them.” “Yes Zo, yes there is everything wrong!” Karlie said, holding her friend’s hand and pulling her away from the table where not only three, but apparently six or seven guys were pinning after a very drunken Zoey. “Come here, love. Remember how you talked about Ansel, or didn’t but I can see right through that beautiful pile of shit you tried to sell me? Remember how happy that made you, how exited you were to see him when you came to New York? Well, this whole ‘keeping it in your pants’ thing, especially with three dudes, is necessary if you want Ansel to not be a dickbag and do it to you, alright?” She asked, getting a drunken nod from the brunette “Okay, now come on, let’s go tell those lovely boys that we’re lesbians” She said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to help her up.

“Where’d you get all of this money?” Cara groaned at the sudden voice in the room. God, where was she? Last night had turned crazy as soon as it started, with Zoey unveiling not only one but two bottles of Jack Daniels as a ‘Welcome to LA’ present, bottles she now saw on the floor of the brunette’s bedroom completely empty. “Zo.. What the fuck did we do last night, and why am I surrounded by a bunch of dollar bills” She asked, holding her head as she managed to sit up and find her phone. 2% battery, but still running, so the model started flipping through the photos there, hoping it would clear up her thoughts. And it did. “Zoey, wanna know how we got them?” She asked, throwing the phone over to her friends “Seems like we stripped, my love” Her thick British accent coming through before she broke into a fit of laughter.

[text] HE GOT ME A PUPPY AND LEFT FOR FUCKING PRAGUE. Nothing much to go into detail, I guess. I mean, he got me a puppy and asked if I’d like the idea of being ‘exclusive’, no biggie. Art galleries, ooh!!! When will you be in New York, missy? I wanna see you again