It’s weird to me that some people assume that just because I left Santa Barbara that Zoe and I are no longer best friends. 220 miles doesn’t mean a thing. We’re part of each others families. We call each other at least once a week. Her boyfriend knows we’re a package deal. She’s one of my sisters. We’re each others future brides maids (her sister and my cousin would kill us if we gave away the maid of honor spot). That’s how best friends are.