<strong>NAME:</strong>Zoe Porter<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Tank top + skirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e7/1e/ff/e71effc31d22b719a492b844a999430c.jpg)<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Friday, June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Doesn't mean anything to Zoe, right now.<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Old Lady Margaery’s - Backyard, right where the picnic table is.<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Zoe loses her temper.<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Jonas, Phillip + people in the backyard who happen to be close enough to the old, smashed picnic table.<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/22600000/Krysten-R-3-krysten-ritter-22624733-500-333.png)</div><br/>Her eyebrows raised, Zoe stared for some second at Jonas. “I’m not sure about that...” She started, while her eyes moved back to the improvised stage Naomi and her band managed to come up with ‘under her supervision’. “…but that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever told me, I guess. Thanks, Jonas.” She let off another sigh – or was it a yawn from being both stoned and hungry? – and finished her beer.<br/><br/>Suddenly thoughtful, then, Zoe started playing around with the empty can, crushing it slowly under her fingers. She opened her mouth, as if she were to add something else. Again, she didn’t – and remained silent for a little more. All the ingredients were there, she told herself. It was her… their graduation party. They were in the middle of nowhere, in the backyard of an old, abandoned house. Alcohol and THC had worked their way in little Zoe’s system, too. And her old man was out of town. The missing piece could be Jonas.<br/><br/>Actually, it<em>should</em>be Jonas.<br/><br/>So she muttered something like: “Don’t move, ‘kay?”, and leaned over the boy sitting beside her to rest her head against his left shoulder. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath in. And she would’ve maybe stayed there a little while, resting against Jonas’ shoulder, if Phillip Ekhardt did not decide to come over and check on her.<br/><br/>That ill-timed event forced her to open her eyes and fight her way back to her original position – with her back upright and her hands resting on her lap, right where her backpack was. The redhead said: "Hey, Jay."<br/><br/><em>It’s okay, Zoe. Your brain here. You’re slowly emerging from the deep, murky waters of obliviousness. God bless Coke, and whoever brought that bottle to the party. Stay away from the hard stuff, stick to beer and you’ll get through the night. Hey, by the way, did you hear what Phil just said?</em><br/><br/>At first, Zoe frowned – as if she were not 100% positive about what she had just heard. Then a smile popped in. A couple of seconds later, she would just burst into laughter. Imagine a hand, the index finger and the thumb slowly turning up the volume on some Hi-Fi system: that was Zoe’s laughing, turning from a smirk to a giggle, to a full-fledged laughter.<br/><br/>“Gee, Phil. Thank God you’re here.” She noted sarcastically. Quite loud, too. “I’m just stoned. S-T-O-N-E-D. Big fucking deal, right? And, oh, by the way: who the fuck ever asked you to watch over me? Seriously, dude!”<br/><br/>Was it unfair? Very much so. Was Zoe stoned? Oh, boy, yes! Stoned enough, anyway, to consider Phil’s concern towards her conditions the equivalent of an unrequested intrusion in her right to get smashed. “Fuckin’ superman syndrome...”, she snorted, looking away from both Jonas and Phil.<br/><br/><em>Well done, Zoe. Anything else on your bucket list? Besides, shall I remember you that Phil is, like, Chloe’s best friend?</em><br/>