Come here often?

The name is Zigmund Novak. But, you can call me Mr. Right. Everything that comes out of my mouth is a joke. Except that. And that

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Rude. 

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Fine, hello!

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Are you just going to stare or are you going to say hello? 

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I'm just going to stare.

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This one time at band camp...

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No, no. I get it. I just, that’s pretty gross.

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See, where most guys like to just throw a fit at being called gay, I discourage it by being extra gay. It's actually really effective.

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Text to Zig.

Zoe: It doesn't matter to me. I can come over.

Zig: Great =) -insert address here- just let me know when you're on your way.

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This one time at band camp...

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Um…

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Oh, you're confused? By corndog, I meant my dick, bro. Get it? Like...don't bite my dick...

[beckyandfrank]

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Me rn

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This one time at band camp...

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Ohhhh, I get it, you’re gay! I thought since you actually do play an instrument that it wasn’t a joke, but that’s cool.

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Totally gay. Cam...I want you, I need you, oh baby, oh baby. I got a corndog for you, but you can't actually bite it.

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Text to Zig.

Zoe: I'd like that.

Zig: Great, just..let me know when and where we're meeting and I'll be there ...unless you wanna come over.

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This one time at band camp...

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Oh, guitar, sweet!

How was the camp?

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I didn't actually go to band camp, I was kinda kidding. There's this movie called American Pie..ya know, never mind. Camp was great.

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This one time at band camp...

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What do you play?

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Guitar, dude.

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This one time at band camp...

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This one time at band camp...

I was at band camp.

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Text to Zig.

Zoe: It took me a while to understand what you were trying to say, ha. But alright. I already know I'm going to have fun, thank you though!

Zig: Maybe we could hang out when you're done?

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Text to Zig.

Zoe: I see. I'm going on a shopping spree! :D

Zig: Oh, that sounds fun. I don't do shopping sprees, for obvious reasons, heh. Have fun! Make sure you get yourself something from me to you xP

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Text to Zig.

Zoe: What are you up to?

Zig: I just got home from the skate park, now I'm kinda just...sitting. What about you?

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Text to Zig.

Zoe: Hey. :]

Zig: Hi xD

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First Date || Zoemund

[westdrivezoe]

Zig Novak. If you were to ask Zoe Rivas to the boy to any other random, the first words that would almost immediately come to mind were pretentious, obnoxious, flirt among others. None too forward-looking, Zoe could even tell you that herself. Or at least she thought so. She was rather inclined to believe all of this but as their casual conversation turned into them making plans to meet up soon at this small café here in town. The girl being new around the area didn’t know where else they could keep their time occupied and after hearing a few people talking about the place, she suggested it to him without missing a beat and couldn’t fight back the authentic smile that pulled so effortlessly on her full lips. She couldn’t hold it back then, not even now. Just one thought was all it took for a smile to present itself on her features.

A small hand belonging to the girl slide the closet door open, eyes quickly skimmed for something that one, popped out and caught her attention, and two, something that would qualify as appropriate to wear for their little date. Zoe nibbled the inside of her cheek gently as she picked out top from top, and checking her reflection over again each time she tried something on. The girl totally detested how Zig made her feel. How he made her want to strive to utter perfection because his opinion would matter more than anyone else. But she’d never admit that to him. She just couldn’t. Zoe ran her french tips in her hair a stretched sigh following.

Finally settling on a Polka-Dot Crop Top and Ponte Knit Skater Skirt, she did a small twirl, admiring her own reflection. After sliding on her pair of flats, Zoe made her way downstairs. The brunette raised both eyebrows in false surprise when she didn’t meet either one of her parents. Typical. Not letting this wonderful day go to any waste, Zoe walked, since she could use the exercise as well, there was nothing wrong about wanting to keep her figure fit. Once getting closer to her destination, not even officially arriving yet, she spotted Zig sitting on a bench, looking as if his thoughts were consuming his all. Settling herself right beside him, she waited a moment before turning her body to fully face him. Zoe removed one ear bud from his ear with a giggle, “You look… worried. Something wrong?” she asked, a soft smile appearing already.

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The longer Zig sat on that bench the more his thoughts took over. He almost wanted to get up and leave, before he had a chance to screw things up. What was he even thinking? If he was being honest, he was thinking she was going to turn him down like every other girl did. He hadn't really thought this far ahead, because he didn't expect it to get here. He bobbed his head along to the music, trying to look as casual as possible, and not like he could implode at any moment. What is he embarrassed himself? The odds of that were definitely not unlikely. He gulped, and realized he couldn't run away, because he was frozen in place. He wished he wasn't this nervous, she was probably not even going to show, it was probably all a big joke on him. Why would she want to go out with him? A small sigh of relief escaped him at that thought, at least if she ditched him, he couldn't ruin things.

Just when he'd finally accepted that option, one of his ear buds was pulled out of his ear. He wanted to look but, then she spoke. Her voice sent shivers down his spine, for whatever reason and his stomach started doing flips. Nonetheless, he was going to try to play it cool. "Me? Worried? Of course not, what's there to be worried about? Especially now that you're here." he said, hoping his voice wasn't shaky. "So do you uh, wanna eat here or we could walk somewhere else? I could go either way, at this point." he said. the only reason The Dot was becoming and option in his mind was because his legs were wobbly. She looked really hot, and he was trying to find a way to say it that wouldn't sound like he was objectifying her or something. "You uh, you look-I mean uh-you look really great. I like-your...shoes?" he said, immediately telling himself how stupid that sounded in his head, but plastering on a smile.