grown-ish

What brings me to Positano?

It had been three weeks since Cash dumped me.

It had also been three weeks since I washed my hair.

I came at a bad time.

Not to be dramatic, but I was dying.

Wait. I'm sorry you're hurt.

But what did you expect?

Zoey? Honey? We're coming in.

No.

- Oh, my God! - Ohh.

Zoey! What has happened?

I told you, guys.

Have you even left this room?

Of course, I have. I'm not a... crazy person.

- Zoey? - Hm?

Get your ass up.

We're taking you out to go dancing

and drink irresponsible amounts of liquor.

You will feel much better.

At the very least, you need to breathe some air

that's not filled with Dorito dust.

If you don't go out,

I'm going to live-stream what's happening here.

- Ooh. - Ooh.

- You don't want that. - Mnh-mnh.

Guys, I'm not really in the mood right now, okay?

Okay. Zoe?

Come out with us for one hour,

and if you're not feeling it, I'll come back with you myself.

Hm...

Come on. Come on.

Mmm... Okay. Fine. I'll go. Whatever.

- Yeah! - Yes! Come on! All right.

- There she is! - Yeah!

- Whoo! - Guys...

One, two, three.

- Hello? - What the hell?

- What just happened? - Huh.

Welp. Guess this is a sign from God.

Hey, somebody turn on their camera light.

- Oh, good idea. - I don't know.

- Ohh. - Sorry.

Oh.

Damn. You put your pajamas back on quick.

Sorry, but I'm glad we're not going out.

I don't know if I could have done it.

So, what, you're just gonna, like,

lay in bed the rest of your life?

Honestly?

Girl, you better snap out of this.

You think Cash is laying up somewhere,

thinking about you, watching sad-ass white-lady movies?

Nope. No, girl. Don't worry about what he's doing.

You just do what you need to do to feel better.

- I'm trying. I'm trying! - But...

I can only eat crap, and I can't fall asleep,

and every time I try and get up, you know, I just...

my body feels heavy.

Yeah, that's because you're living off of pizza and eggrolls.

Your body's just one big trans fat.

Um, that's just what happens

when you get your heart broken.

It's part of the healing process.

I'm sorry. How is getting fat helping her heal?

Huh?

What? Okay, if she's gonna be depressed,

I mean, she at least needs to lose weight.

It's like the one upside to being depressed.

What is wrong with you?

Yeah. Who broke you?

Look, I get that she's hurt, but I just got over a breakup,

and I realized you can't wallow like this forever.

Why not? It feels like my heart is gonna hurt forever.

You just need time, Zoe.

But how much time?

Guys, literally everything reminds me of Cash.

Last night, I watched a game Cal U wasn't even playing in

because one time Cash said DeMarcus Collison at Michigan

was gonna give him trouble at his tournament,

and, you know, I just wanted to see for myself.

- Ew! - I know.

You know what? At least now

you don't have to pretend to like basketball anymore.

Yeah, but Cal U does have a chance

of at least making it to the Elite Eight

as long as Chris Thompson keeps his free-throw percentage up.

- Um. - So it's cool.

Oh, Zoey.

I'm sorry. I can't stop Cash from being on my mind.

I'm not controlling this.

Then don't try to.

Just let yourself feel what you're feeling.

I mean, I remember my first heartbreak.

It was my Uncle John's son, Doug.

I'm sorry. Your cousin Doug?

Oh, my God.

Okay, call him what you want,

but, you guys...

I caught him making out with my mom's sister

at my quinceañera.

You mean your aunt?

It destroyed me.

And I dealt with the pain. I didn't run from it.

Well, you don't have to see

your cousin and your aunt every day.

I see Cash's face literally everywhere.

And, you know, every time I see him,

I just... I wonder what happened.

I mean, how can your feelings for someone

just change...

...out of nowhere?

Maybe his feelings didn't change, you know?

He probably didn't even know what he was feeling.

I mean, he was not here on an academic scholarship.

So you're saying...

Cash only thought he loved me.

Girl, nobody's saying that.

It's just... Everything isn't some movie.

I mean, just 'cause someone loves you

doesn't mean it's always gonna work out.

And just 'cause it didn't work out

doesn't mean someone didn't love you.

- Mm-hmm. - And plus...

these is wild out here.

- Mm. Girl. - There's that, too, girl.

Yeah.

Which is why you can't focus on how great he was.

You got to focus on the bad stuff.

Well, I can't think of any of the bad stuff.

Oh, come on. I just thought of like five at the top of my head.

- Six. - Seven.

Mm-hmm.

Okay. This is your shot.

And I am going to keep pouring it

until you say something bad about Cash.

How's that supposed to help me?

- Uh, one, you'll be drunk. - You're welcome.

And, two, you'll have to remember

that Cash isn't perfect, okay?

Go. Remember those dumb videos?

- They showed promise! - Remember his grades?

Please tell me you remember what his hair looked like.

Girl, that was not his natural curl pattern.

Mnh-mnh.

Okay, fine! Fine. Just stop pouring.

He never got

"your" and "you are" right in texts.

That is weak as hell.

- Okay, but we'll accept it. - Thank you.

And, uh, he was definitely cheating in all of his classes.

He used gel toothpaste.

- Ugh! - Ooh!

Once... Once, I told him I was anemic,

and he asked me when I got my memory back.

- No! - There we go!

See? It feels good, right?!

See? Now I don't feel so bad for icing him out the other day.

- Yes! - Wait. What?!

Hey.

Oh, my God. Why would you do that?!

Bitch, we did you a favor!

Well, now he's gonna think I'm talking shit about him to my friends.

- But you are. - I know.

But I don't want him to know that.

Now I have to explain.

Explain? Uh, no, you don't.

But he's gonna think I'm mad at him.

Zoey! You are mad at him!

I know! But I don't want him to know that.

And we've been cool, and I don't want to mess that up.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - What?

Hold up! Unh!

What do you mean you've been cool?

Well... We've just...

It's nothing.

It doesn't sound like nothing.

Oh, my God. Zoey, are you talking to Cash?

Me?

- Are you freakin' kidding me?! - We've been listening to you cry

about this idiot for weeks, and you're still talking to him!

- Bitch, don't you know the rules? - What rules?

The rules about not talking to the ex

you're still sick over.

Okay, guys. I'm sorry. I didn't think I had to tell her this.

But, um, you obviously... don't talk to your ex.

Unfollow on Instagram.

Unfollow on Twitter. Everything.

If he's still stalking you, block his ass.

I mean, how else are you supposed to win the breakup?

Why are you still sitting there looking like that?

This is basic shit.

Okay, well, you know, I was... I was doing all of that,

and then he liked one of my Instagram posts.

Oh, God.

Of course he did. Was it old?

- Yeah. - Hm.

And then he hit you with the "Hey" text?

Sweetie, now you know.

And now you know what you have to do.

Do I have to delete his number?