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- Previously on "Awkward"...

- What did happen with Matty?
Everyone is dying to know.

- Who'’s that sloppy rando?
- That'’s my girlfriend.

- You'’re not the same girl
you were last year.

- You have changed.

- Three complicated
words to hear

after having sex with your ex.

What do you mean?

- Well, I couldn'’t help
noticing...this is new.

- Stop. You'’re too distracting.
I have to work.

- It'’s okay.
I have pictures of my ex too.

He is your ex, right?
You'’re not still--

- No, not even friends or...

people who even speak
to each other.

- Whoa.
What happened?

- I haven'’t really been up
for talking about it.

- I'’m sorry,
I probably shouldn'’t have asked.

It'’s just,
it'’s you, and I care.

- Maybe it was because I knew
he genuinely did

or maybe because it was because
we had just bared our bodies,

so why not bare my soul?

Whatever it was,
I felt comfortable with him

and before I could
second guess it,

everything was coming out.

I thought it was impossible,but--

I'’ve never been
more in love with Matty.

He'’s gonna be here tomorrow,

and I'’ve got butterflies.

I'’ve hated
the long distance thing,

but in a lot of ways,
it'’s been good for us.

- They appreciate each other
in a new way.

It'’s wicked sweet to see.

- You two will be at the co-op
Halloween party, right?

- You have to go.

Everyone in my Great Books group
said it'’s the party of the year,

and those people
know how to party.

- Yeah, there'’s no way
we'’re gonna miss it.

[laptop rings]

Oh, hey, Matty and I
are going to FaceTime tonight.

Will you guys, uh--

- Already leaving.

[laptop rings]

- With 2,500 miles between us,

I decided to give Matty
a little more than FaceTime.

[computer alert sound]

- Your boobs got bigger!

- Do you think Matty would be
into a staged reading

of an Edgar Allan Poe poem?
- Don'’t do that to him.

- All I know for sure is
that I am definitely

taking him to the co-op
Halloween party.

It'’s gonna be insane.

- That is a lot
of out-of-bed action

for a bone-a-thon weekend.

[knock at door]

- Hey, J.
Thanks for the loaner.

Here.

You in for organic
Tequila Taco Tuesday?

- I'’m on guac.

- Great, all right.

- Sorry, I know the timing
sucked with the Adam breakup,

and I'’m sorry I wasn'’t--
- It'’s fine.

He was committed
to shipping off

and serving our country
and I was committed

to not being a teenage bride.
- Hey, Jenna.

- I'’ll always be a patriot,

but I think I'’m finally
moving on from Adam.

Going out tonight.
I mean, I go out most nights,

but yeah, tonight too.

- Jenna, vamoose.
Everyone'’s on the roof.

The Jaeger'’s disgusting,
but it'’s almost gone.

Let'’s roll.

- Go! I have to primp
and crimp before din.

X-O-X-O!

- Great.
Love you. Bye.

- Hey, Kiki.
Hi, everyone.

It is freezing out, huh?
Burr-tal.

- Just grabbing my bag.

We have a rezzie
at Hoof & Grouse.

- Oh, dish-delish.
I'’ve been wanting to go there.

Let me just grab my coat.

- Oh, apologies, sweetie.
Our rez is for five,

a hard five
and there'’s a dress code, so...

You know?

- Yeah, actually,
I just remembered,

I have plans with Janet
from down the hall,

so we'’re all cool.

- That'’s nice.
Have fun with Janet.

- Soon, Matty would be with me
in Maine, meeting my friends,

seeing my new life.

It would be
like worlds colliding

and it was happening
in only three hours.

Or right now.

Matty!
When do you--

What do you--
When did you--

- Mm.

- Did you catch
an earlier flight?

What about your soccer game?
- It was rescheduled.

- That'’s great--I mean,
I'’m sorry about your team.

That must be annoying,
but I am not sorry for us.

- God, I missed you.

Just this face,
these lips, these eyes.

This.
[giggles]

- ♪ Closer

♪ We need to be closer

♪ I want to feel closer

- Jenna, I need you.

Charlie'’s having--
oh, Matty McKibben.

Holy hell,
you'’re already here.

- Hi, Britta.

- Oh, my God,
you'’re tall IRL, and hot.

- Thank you.
It'’s nice to meet you too.

- Uh, Brit, you mind
giving us a couple more minutes

to finish catching up?

- Oh! Oh, yeah.
Right on. Got it.

Um, but the thing is,
everyone'’s hanging out

in Charlie'’s room
and stupid Zed'’s there.

Zed is my garbage can-ex

who I may
still be in love with.

I know,
don'’t get me started.

So, uh, you know, I can'’t see
that garbage can without you.

- It'’s just
that Matty just got here, and--

- Well, Jenna,
if you want to go, I want to go.

As long as I'’m with you,
I'’m good.

And if there'’s beer.

- Cutest couple ever.

I can'’t even.
I need a pic.

The world needs proof that
young love effing does exist.

[camera shutter clicks]

- Welcome to Palos Hills
International Airport.

- [gasps]
Mommy!

- My angel.

Home for fall break,
and just in time

for us to celebrate
your birthday together.

Honey bunny,
how long is your fall break for?

- Forever.
[giggles]

I dropped out.

[hip-hop music]

- Hey. This is home-brewed,
pumpkin flavored.

Call it the Wycoff.

- Whoa.
- You'’ll love it.

- Yeah, it'’s great.

- Okay.

Oh.

Uh, you shouldn'’t be naming
that after your school.

- Oh, my bad.

Well, Jenna digs it,
so I figured you would...

- Yeah.
- But we got other sauce.

What-what gets your buzz on?

- Um, anything that doesn'’t
have pumpkin flavors.

- Okay.

- Matty McKibben,
we'’re doing a survey.

Who are your top five
favorite post-modern writers?

- Britta and I are
in this amazing

post-modern fiction seminar.

- Okay, uh, you know,

I like Vonnegut
just as much as the next guy,

but is this what you guys
really talk about at parties?

- We live in the woods
and half the campus

is boycotting social media,
so, yeah, this is what we do.

- [laughs]
- Who else is on your list?

You a Pynchon guy,
a Nabokov guy?

- Or are you
a David Foster Wallace freak?

I bet you are.
- [laughs]

- You know, I'’m not
into picking favorites.

I love all those guys.

Hey, you want
to go back to your room?

- I was torn.
I felt in my element,

but I had seen how
not in his element Matty was.

We had lots of time for Matty
to get to know my friends.

Right now was all about
knowing each other.

Every inch of each other.

- I woke up
with the butterflies gone

and two of my favorite guys,
Albert Camus and Matty.

I was a lucky girl...

and a late one.

- Hey, not so fast.
You'’re not going anywhere.

- Oh, I wish I could,

but we'’re doing "The Stranger"
today, and I can'’t miss it.

- You'’re leaving me
for a stranger?

- But look, you are gonna
have a great day on campus.

I made a list for you.

First, you have to get
a croissant from Cafe Foucault.

They'’re unbelievable.
Ooh.

Next door is the thrift store.

Maybe you'’ll find
a Halloween costume there,

and I know
you have the big game,

so here'’s a guest pass
to the gym.

I know you can'’t miss a workout.

- Let me see the list.

- Oh, gotcha! Gotcha.
- Oh!

You can'’t leave now.
You'’re skipping class.

Deal with it.
- [giggles]

Look, it'’s not even snowing.

- Was that a possibility?

- Have a good day.
I love you.

[industrial rock music]

♪

- $585.

- For two black cotton T-shirts?

- For two organic cotton
ebony tops.

- That'’s not my price point
for tops.

- Well, that'’s a sad.

- Ring '’em up, shop bitch.
- Sadie!

- Gross.
Stop gawking.

I saw a familiar face
and I took pity.

Don'’t wet your pants over it.

Chop chop, Tilda Skanton.

You work retail,
so work it.

- Quitting college
is a big decision, sweetie.

Vanderbilt had a lot
to offer you.

- Like slow Wi-Fi
and way too many

classes about books?

- Like your future husband.

Vandy breeds bread-winners.

That campus is crawling
with marriage material.

- Mm,
I did like the boys,

but once I realized all I wanted
to be was a Palos Hills Mom,

I was like, "Lissa,

"why are you torturing yourself
at boring college

"when you could go home
and get the best education

from the prettiest
Palos Hills Mom ever?"

- I see your plan now, darling,
and it'’s beautiful.

I am honored to welcome you
to Lesley Miller College.

Classes start today.

[both giggle]

To the birthday girl
and Vanderbilt dropout.

- ♪ Una fiesta,
tu cumpleanos, estoy-- ♪

- Jake?

- Oh [bleep].

[Spanish music continues]

[clapping to beat]

Uh, deliciosia,
and maravillosa,

tu cumpleanos, estoy.

[music stops]

[upbeat music]

- Matty.

Oh, Matty.

It smells like boy
and calzones in here.

- Well, I am a boy,
and I did eat calzones.

- In the room?

- Yeah, that'’s the beauty
of delivery.

- Delivery?
- Uh-huh.

- Been here all day?

- Yeah, it'’s like two degrees
out there. I'’m resting up.

- For the parties tonight?
- No, for you.

Hey, put that hippie stuff away
and come back to bed with me.

- I'’d known Matty
to eat calzones.

I had never known him
to sleep all day.

It spooked me.

Come on, we'’ve got
to get our costumes ready

for the party tonight.

- Mm, costumes,
do we have to?

- Yes,
it'’s Halloween.

- Jake.
- Lissa.

- Why did you run away
from me to come here?

It smells.

- I was embarrassed.

I should'’ve never taken
this dumb gap year.

I should'’ve gone to college.

- Are you joshing me?

College is really hard
and confusing.

Did you know you have
to take different classes

on different days
at different times

in different buildings?
It'’s nuts.

- No, that'’s standard, I think.
- College is stupid.

- Did you drop out, Lissa?

- Not going to college is going
to be the best decision

of my life,
yours too if you let it.

- Hey, is that a joint,
Rosati?

- No--[stammers]
- Yes!

- You'’re fired.
- Oh, Señor, no--

- [squeals]
Yay.

It really is my b-day,
and your present is

to spend the rest
of today with me.

- I needed that job,
Lissa.

- Well, I know a place always
looking to hire cute boys.

[dance music]

♪

- I went as my favorite author.

Matty went
in his favorite hoodie,

but who cared
if he didn'’t wear a costume?

We were together, so this
Hallow'’s Eve felt like heaven.

♪

- Joan Didion!
- Yes!

- I'’m obsessed,
and what are you?

- Some athlete?

Oh, I don'’t know sports people.

Or are you supposed
to be an all-around dumb jock?

♪

- Matty had been
called a dumb jock,

but he was smart enough
not to let it bother him.

I was proud of him
for letting it go

and enjoying the party,
and not even needing

to be by my side to do it.

- I mean, call me a dreamer,
but I wouldn'’t be mad

if Kanye West was
our next poet laureate.

- God, his wife is freakin'’ hot.
[giggles]

- I guess if you want
to view her

through the male gaze,
she'’s hot.

- What other gaze
could I have?

- It'’s so bizarre
that you and Jenna

are both from California,
but that Jenna

doesn'’t seem like it at all.

- Yeah?
What does she seem like?

- You know, like, Jenna.
Like, Jenna doesn'’t surf.

- [laughs]
I don'’t surf either.

- But you seem like you do.
- Mm-hmm.

- Yeah?
What does that mean?

- It'’s a compliment.
Everyone loves a surfer.

- Yeah, okay.

- ♪ We take this city

- All I know is
that being a vegetarian

has definitely made
my boobs bigger.

Hey, babe.
- Hi.

- I was just telling
everyone about--

- Hey, yeah, I heard.
Can we leave?

I'’m, uh, tired.

- From what?
You slept all day.

- I didn'’t know
that was a problem.

- Sorry, it'’s just
that it'’s barely 1:00 a.m.

and I'’m having a great time

and there'’s so many more
friends I want you to meet.

- Jenna,
your friends are boring,

and I literally don'’t care

about anything
they are saying.

[crowd whispering]

- Okay, let'’s go.

[awkward music]

♪

[car horns honk]
- Let her go.

The woods and granola people
have Hempilton now.

That self-absorbed mope
is their problem, not yours.

- You are so bad.

I should not be letting
you talk about Jenna that way.

Please, please don'’t stop.

No one talks [bleep]
about Jenna to me except me.

- We had such different
high school experiences.

- Yeah, back then I had a BFF
who RSVP'’ed when I SOS'’ed.

Now Jenna'’s MIA,
a.m. to p.m.

living like
some 24-hour party person

while I'’m like
James Franco in "127 Hours,"

except I am not going
to cut off my own arm.

I am going to die.

- You make me so, so sad.

- I'’m sorry.
I haven'’t found my crowd yet.

I'’ve always had a crowd.
Where is my crowd?

- Stop screaming like
a hysterical menstrual cramp.

Listen up.

Don'’t worry about Jenna
or anyone back home.

You'’re in New York City.

Forget about that life
and those losers

and start living this one.

- How'’s Sergio like that MO?
- We have an agreement.

We'’re gonna get back together
next summer, but until then,

I am free to devour
the Big Apple

and I am loving it.

I go to the perfect school.

I have all
these amazing new friends.

- Oh, my God!
Tell me all about them.

What are they like?
Tell me their names.

Use detail.
Make it real.

It has been so long for me.

- Ugh, fine.

Harsh truth,
the Columbia brats are nerds.

I mostly hate them.

They never even want
to go below 82nd Street.

- Oh, that'’s where I live!
Like way, way below.

- I know. I am so crashing
at your place tonight.

- Fantastical,

but we should leave
before the bartender boots us

for ordering large zilches.

- We are not leaving here
until we are full of martinis

and bad decisions.

- Uh, with my nada cash
and my epic fail fake,

you are living
the impossible dream.

- Tomorrow, we are getting
you a credit card

and a for-real fake ID.

- Can you believe those people?
So many boring weirdoes.

You'’re so good
at faking being into their BS.

I can'’t do it.
Nope.

- Okay, you know what?

I don'’t have to fake it
with those people,

because I like them,
and I like what we talk about.

- Well, pardon me
for not being pretentious.

- You don'’t have
to be pretentious,

but you do have to try.

All we'’ve done
since you got here

is leave parties.

- That wasn'’t a party.
There wasn'’t even a keg.

- Okay,
so because there wasn'’t a keg,

that gave you permission
to be a jerk?

I'’m sorry that my friends aren'’t
as cool as your soccer friends.

- No, I quit soccer.

- What? Why?
- It'’s not a big deal.

I was riding the bench
and it sucked.

- Okay, but isn'’t that
what freshmen do?

- Not me, Jenna.
I'’ve never ridden the bench,

but you know what?

I was never gonna be
as good as those guys,

so why waste more time?

You know, they didn'’t even...
care when I left.

- Turns out Matty
had been wearing a costume

tonight
and I didn'’t even know.

Why didn'’t you tell me?
- '’Cause of this.

I knew you'’d make it
into a big deal, and it is not.

- Okay.

So if it'’s not a big deal,
why are you so pissed?

- I'’m not pissed!

- Okay.
I'’m sorry.

I could'’ve reached out to him,

told him everything was
gonna be okay,

but I didn'’t,
and he didn'’t either.

Instead, we lay inches
away from each other

with miles between us.

[lounge music]

- I start tomorrow.
Just gonna be folding towels,

but Derek says that
upward mobility is a thing here.

- Congratulations, Jakey.

- Well, thank you
for setting up the interview

and for putting in
the good word for me.

- It was easy.

The last pool boy was ugly
and maybe on meth.

You'’re way better.

- Lissa, will you let me
take you out to dinner

as a real birthday present?

- Yes, but Jake, move,
you'’re in my sun.

- Oh. Oh.

- You'’ll get the hang of
where to stand after a few days.

- [laughs]

- Isn'’t this better
than college?

- Way better.

- Last night was bad,
but was it this bad?

I was trying to help Matty,
not lose him.

Oh, my God,
had I lost Matty?

Hey.

Matty, I-I don'’t--
I thought you--

- Went to the gym,
because I did.

- I thought you'’d left.
- Are you kidding? No.

I went to Cafe Foucault too.
You were right.

Their croissants are insane.
I got four.

There'’s only one left.
It'’s got your name on it.

Hey, so...

I am sorry about last night.

You were right to call me out
and I'’m glad you did.

It was a wake-up call,

and, well, I have decided
I want to make some changes.

I want to come here.

- Here? What do you mean?
You are here.

- I mean be here permanently.
I'’m transferring to Wycoff.

[intense music]

♪

- You look freaked out.

Not even
a little bit excited?

- Uh, I-I-I am.

It'’s just, um,
it'’s a lot to take in.

I didn'’t realize
you liked Wycoff so much.

- I like it more than Berkeley.

- We don'’t even
have a soccer team.

- I don'’t play soccer anymore.
- Right.

It just seems
like you haven'’t exactly

been loving the people here.

- No, I like them.

- You called them
boring weirdoes.

- Some of them are,
but I'’m sure

there are interesting people
here somewhere.

Look,
I'’m not transferring for them.

I'’m transferring for you.

- You'’re running away.

Okay? You'’re not coming here
because it'’s right.

You'’re coming here
because it'’s not Berkeley

and I won'’t let you do that.

I won'’t be
that excuse for you.

If you truly want
to come here, great,

but do it for you,
not me.

- That is exactly
what I'’m doing.

I'’m doing this for me.

- I don'’t know, Matty.

I don'’t know
if I want you here.

I didn'’t--
I didn'’t mean that.

Oh, God, maybe I did.

Matty, just listen to me.

Um...

I have never
felt like I do here.

I have never
felt more like myself,

and I don'’t want to lose you.

I love you with all my heart,

but I don'’t want
to lose the person I'’m becoming.

- If this is how you treat
someone you love...

I don'’t want it.

- What?
Matty, I love you.

- Well, you don'’t want me
at Wycoff,

I won'’t be at Wycoff

or in your life.

- Matty, don'’t throw this away.

What are you--
What are you--

- I'’m leaving.
Good-bye, Jenna.

[Fevers'’ "They Don'’t Lie"
playing]

♪

- [sniffs]

♪

- Come on, T,
pick up the [bleep] phone.

♪

[cell phone vibrates]

- I have never shopped
this much.

- Could'’ve fooled me,
babe.

That $200 jumpsuit
was made for your butt.

- I know. I didn'’t even
recognize my own tushy.

[phone vibrates]

- Cheers.
- Yeah.

[thuds]

- I'’m so sorry.

- I didn'’t realize
how bad I needed to let it out,

but I feel a lot better.

Thank you.

[tense music]

- Luke? Jenna?

What the hell
is going on here?

- Next on "Awkward"...

- Describe your last
sexual experience.

- It was no big deal.

- Jenna, we know
how this story ends.

Luke ends up
getting stuck on a mountain

'’cause you run after Matty.

- Yeah, I know.
I like him.

- I totally got us a VIP table
and bottle service tonight

at Roundelet
for your mother-f-ing birthday.

- Do you want to go after Matty?
See if he'’s okay?