A/N: Ayo, loves. So, this chapter is a little longer, but it's also not the best one I could've written. I've been getting sick, but I wanted to get the next chapter up, so... I'm sorry about that. /:

Zoe woke up the next morning with a whole new attitude towards what she was now going to call The Wade Situation. She was friendly and funny, so she didn't think it would take too long to win him over. Before heading to Lavon's for breakfast, she decided that it'd be nice of her to bring Wade a cup of coffee after the whole predicament last night. Hopefully this time the generator wouldn't overheat. If it did, she knew that Wade really hate her.

Lucky for her, it all worked out perfectly and she walked over to Wades place with two cups of coffee in her hands. "Good morning," she shouted from outside.

The man finished buttoning up his red flannel shirt the moment that he heard Zoe's voice. For a moment it made him happy, but he quickly remembered everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. With a huff, he walked towards the door to see what she wanted. "Mornin'," he greeted her as he walked out the door.

"Here," she said in a chipper voice, "this is for you... to make up for last night." She kept a large smile on her face as she watched Wade take a cup out of her hands.

He forced a half-grin on his face and took a sip, but immediately made a disgusted face. "What flavor is this?"

"Crème Bruleè." Her smile started to falter as she spoke the words.

"Coffee's not supposed to taste like a pastry," Wade told her knowingly. If Zoe wouldn't had erased him, she would know that Wade preferred his coffee plain and not with some odd flavored creamer that she always had to have. He started walking towards Lavon's with the coffee still in his hand. He debated pouring it out on the ground, but Zoe was trailing him and keeping a watchful eye on the coffee.

Once they were a few steps away from Lavon's, Zoe sped up and stepped in front of Wade to get him to stop walking. "What's your problem with me?" She whined, waiting for an answer.

He just smiled at her, wanting to blurt out the real reason, but they were interrupted by Lemon's greeting. She looked genuinely happy to see Zoe, but as soon as her glance went to Wade, she looked like she was about to murder him. The three walked into the kitchen and started reaching for their food. "You leave her alone, Wade Kinsella," Lemon warned. He had never heard Lemon actually stick up for Zoe. His world was being turned upside down in more ways than one.

"She brought me coffee," he told her, "not like I wanted to see her anyway." Lemon placed her hand on her friends shoulder and gave him a small sympathetic grin. It made him feel a little better, but it also made him feel pathetic.

Lemon could tell that her friend was hurting and it drove her insane. Being friends with Wade was never part of her plan, but she eventually learned about his good side. While she didn't condone what Zoe did, she didn't necessarily blame her. After being cheated on twice, the girl did have a right to do something about it even though erasing someone seemed pretty extreme. Lemon almost wished she could've erased Lavon for the longest time, but she came to her senses after awhile.

"The family's all here!" Lavon smiled as he rounded the corner to see his guests. The three scowled at this greeting. Wade did it out of anger, Zoe did it out of annoyance, and Lemon did it because she knew knew be the one to keep the peace between the two. "A grumpy family," he corrected himself, "yet still a family."

"Families don't hate each other for no good reason," Zoe mumbled under her breath. She had no idea why she was even calling them a family. All excluding Wade were close, but he was brand new according to her brain.

Wade and Lemon rolled their eyes once they realized what Zoe had said. "I don't hate you, doc. I don't even know you." Wade winked at her like old times. Something about his wink sent flares through Zoe. It seemed familiar once again, but she couldn't figure out who he reminded her of.

"Well, you acting like you hate me." Zoe shrugged as she smothered cream onto her bagel. "I'm actually a really great person and these two would agree." She looked at her friends. "Maybe not Lemon, but Lavon would. Right, buddy?" She smiled up at him, waiting for a response.

"Zoe's the best," he agreed. "I think you should give her a chance. She might surprise you."

Wade pondered it for a moment. He knew Zoe better than he knew himself. Her likes, her dislikes, her go-to rants, and even the brand of shampoo she used. Now she had no clue that he knew such personal information about her. He could never forget such things even if he tried.

"I have to get to work." Zoe stood up and put her purse around her shoulder. Without another word, she walked through the door and headed towards her office. For some reason she really needed Wade to like her. She hadn't felt this desperate need for approval since she first arrived in town. She thought she was over that, but when Wade came along, something pulled at her and said that she needed him on her side.

At the end of her long day, Zoe stumbled into the Rammer Jammer desperately needing a drink. Much to her surprise, she found her new interest standing behind the bar waiting on customers. She walked over and plopped herself down on a stool. "You look like you could use a glass of wine," he smiled.

She raised her eyebrow as he took a bottle of red wine off of the shelf behind him. "How'd you know?"

The man shrugged. "Being a bartender is kind of like being a psychic."

Zoe let out a small chuckle and nodded her head. "I guess you're right in a way." She took a sip of the wine he had just set down in front of her. "You also guessed my favorite kind..."

"Psychic." Wade repeated with a smile. In actuality, he had known her favorite drinks since she arrived to town. He remembered almost every little detail about her, even the type of boxed wine she was drinking the night they first kissed.

She tapped the bar with her nails and bit her lip as she looked up at Wade. "How come I've never seen you in here before?"

Wade's jaw dropped for a moment. As badly as he wanted to blurt out that she has seen him there before, she just doesn't remember because she went and did the very Zoe Hart-like thing to do and erased him, he knew he couldn't do that. So instead he leaned against the bar, "I was working a few towns over for the longest time. Been here my whole life, though." It may have been a small town, but there had to have been people somewhere in it that Zoe had never known before, so Wade went with it.

"Oh," she pursed her lips together, "that makes a lot of sense."

By closing time, Zoe was still seated in the same stool she had plopped down on hours ago, having at her wine. She didn't exactly know why she was drinking so much, but things seemed so strange these past few days and it bothered her that she couldn't tell why that was. "Uh, doc?" Wade asked quietly. "Let me take you home, alright?" Zoe went to shake her head and stand up in order to show him that she wasn't too drunk, but instead, the girl fell right into the side of the bar, leaving her shrieking from the small amount of pain in her ribs. "Let's go, drunky." Wade laughed as he threw his arm around Zoe's shoulders and lead her to the door and into his car. Once he got her in, he heard the sound of her head hitting the glass window, making Wade hiss out of sympathy. A part of him was thinking that she almost deserved it, but the larger part was telling him that he needed to keep the woman he was in love with safe.

Once he got inside and started driving back home, Zoe looked at him with big puppy eyes. "Wade," she whined, "why do you hate me?"

Wade looked over his shoulder at her and smiled. "I don't hate you," he admitted with a loving voice. "I just wished you remembered, s'all."

"Remembered what?" Zoe lifted her head off of the window to look at him.

He let out a silent sigh and shook his head. "Nothing, forget I said that."