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Hey, Felix. Are you awake?

Over.

I am, now. What's up, man?

Hey, man. Hey.

I, I could have come to yours.

Oh, no. No. My, um, my mom's a really light sleeper.

So what's up?

I don't know how I'm gonna say this, but

I know that if I don't say it now, I'm gonna lose my nerve, so, um...

Here it goes.

Can you turn around?

Seriously?

I'm, I'm sorry, it's just too much pressure with you staring at me,

especially since you hardly ever blink.

What are you talking about?

I blink a normal amount.

Felix, uh...

I

Like guys.

Like, I'm into them.

I thought I might for a while, but I wasn't totally sure, and.

I really wanted to make things work with Mia, because

she's awesome.

But I, but I can't. Because.

I like guys.

Can I turn around now?

Yeah.

I, um

I really don't know the perfect thing to say.

But I'm really happy you told me.

And this doesn't change anything between us, obviously.

Actually, as... As far as perfect things to say go,

that was pretty good.

Felix, don't cry. I'm not crying. You

made me aware of my blinking. Irritated my eye.

Whew. So...

How does it feel to get all this off your chest?

Kind of amazing.

But, um, you were the easy one.

Yeah. Telling Mia's gonna suck.

Yeah. But she'll understand.

It's not like you cheated on her, or killed her cat.

I kind of kissed Benji.

Whoa.

Hey.

Hi, my love!

I didn't hear you come in last night.

How was your basketball trip?

It was... It was perfect.

I'm so glad.

Um

I have to get ready for school,

but good luck on your first day of piano lessons.

Thank you. Hey, is this a new jacket?

Yeah. Suits you.

Macho.

Welcome home, huh? Hey.

Oh, wow.

Did, uh, somebody turn our living room

into a piano academy?

So, uh, who are your new students?

Like, what are their names?

Nah, I just mean, like, um, what's their deal?

Are they, uh, guys? Girls? How old are they?

Well, let's see. There's Kyle, the ninth grader

who wants to be the next John Legend.

There's Lisa, the fourth grader. She's all thumbs.

And there's Fabian, the male underwear model

who insists on playing without a shirt.

Sorry. I was going for a joke to break the tension.

Didn't work. Nope.

Mando. Don't worry.

Just say good luck.

Good luck.

Good luck, and have a great first day of lessons.

Okay? Okay.

Bye.

Aw. The school dance.

The perfect place for a night of romance with my sweetie.

If my sweetie didn't think

being seen with me was social suicide.

What's the latest with you two?

She still doesn't want anyone knowing we're hooking up.

Mm. But she did tell Mia, so baby steps.

Or what's smaller than baby steps? Fetus steps?

Ugh. No, no, no. It's okay. I totally get it.

She is completely out of my league.

We're kind of like if Taylor Swift was dating the dog from A Dog's Purpose.

Hey! You're not a dog.

Okay, you're charming,

you have thick, shiny hair, and really nice brown eyes.

You are literally describing the dog from A Dog's Purpose.

Okay, do you want to be with Lake for real?

Of course. I mean, I've thought of so many ways to ask her to the dance.

I mean, skywriting, flash mob, a cappella serenade...

Then ask her. But, you know, in like, a, a normal way.

Okay.

Oh, God.

So, what's the game plan with Mia?

Uh, I'm gonna ask her if I could come over tonight

so she has some privacy when I tell her the truth.

Am I doing it?

Am I walking towards her?

Nope.

You are fully rooted in place.

Now, let me just give a tiny... Yep.

Hey. Hey.

How dope is Mia for letting me borrow these for the school dance?

I've said it before and I'll say it again.

She's way too good for you. Thanks.

Yeah.

Hey, look, before you say anything, I, I know I've been M. I. A.

It's just, it's‐‐ between work and this trip

I've been really crappy at keeping in touch.

And I'm sorry.

So, just because you're aware that you've been acting crappy,

I'm supposed to forgive you?

That's the hope. Yeah.

What if we hung out after school today?

Maybe I could come over to your house?

Are you free?

My dad and Veronica are going to a Billy Joel concert tonight,

so I have the house to myself.

And I had kind of a weird plan.

Um, I'm making homemade sushi.

Really? Yeah.

Ever since I saw, um, that Jiro Dreams of Sushi documentary,

I've been dying to try it.

So, are you in?

We'll either have an amazing dinner, or we'll get mercury poisoning.

I'm in.

Well, mata ne.

It's, uh, it's Japanese for "I'll see you later." Okay.

Bye. Bye.

Mm, Lake. Lake.

I've been thinking.

I should be more honest with you about what I want.

Look, I think we should go to the dance together.

Uh, I, I'm not really into dances.

What? You love everything dance‐related.

Dancing With the Stars. World of Dance.

Dance Dance Revolution. Dirty Dancing. So You Think You Can Dance.

You're such a good listener. Mmm.

Felix...

Couples who go to dances are scrutinized,

and I'm just not ready to put us under the Creekwood microscope.

So we can only see each other in a supply closet?

I can't live in the shadows, Lake. I'm pale enough as it is.

Well, uh, my parents won't be home after school.

Wanna come over?

Maybe it'll be so hot you'll catch a tan.

Oh, my God. Um...

And just to be clear, we're not advancing bases.

We're just advancing to an actual bedroom. Totally understand.

Just one thing. Is this a no‐shoes household,

because if so, I want to plan my sock situation accordingly.

Shh.

Hey.

Didn't think you were working today. I'm not.

I'm clearing out my stuff.

Starting next week, I'm transferring to a different location.

Is this because I kissed you?

I guess... kind of.

You don't have to switch stores, Benji.

What happened on our trip, it... it won't happen again.

Look.

My relationship with Derek isn't perfect.

But I don't want to lose him.

And when you kissed me, it put me in a tough spot.

You told him?

No. There's no reason to. He'd just get upset.

But the idea of working with you every day makes me feel

guilty. Why?

You didn't do anything wrong.

I know that.

Well, I guess, uh...

Guess I'll see you at school?

I think it's best if we stay out of each other's way.

Right.

Dear Simon, I'm coming out to Mia tonight.

And if that wasn't enough, Benji won't even talk to me.

Why does everything have to be so hard?

Lake, your room is beautiful.

Oh, my God.

Is that you as a little girl?

Oh!

Look at your little baby cheeks. I could just bite 'em.

Okay, could we not make this about me as a baby?

We finally have some privacy.

You're right. What's wrong with me?

Sweetheart, I'm home!

Uh, crap. Uh, my mom's home early. Just...

Just get under the bed. Okay? Go.

Go.

Hurry. She's coming. Okay? Go, go!

Hi, Mom.

Whose bag is that? Uh, mine.

Boy bags are the new trend.

Oh, honey, no. Even as far as boy bags go,

that is a very ugly backpack.

Um, thought you were getting your hair toned tonight.

Well, my stylist bailed, because her "child has croup."

Wah‐wah. Anyway, I was already at the mall,

so I did some shopping for you, so... fashion show.

Oh, uh, that's okay.

Lake, you're traipsing around school with a boys' backpack.

This jacket just makes your shoulders look like you're a bouncer.

Please? I really want you to go through some of these looks.

Uh, okay.

Yay! Fun!

Hey, Vic.

I'm not gonna sugarcoat it.

Telling Mia is gonna be really, really hard.

You just gotta rip the gay Band‐Aid off

and hope that eventually she forgives you.

As for Benji,

when I screwed things up with all with my friends,

they wouldn't talk to me, either.

So, I wrote them a big apology on Creek Secrets.

I'm not saying you should do that,

but maybe try and help Benji understand where you're coming from.

Hey.

You, um...

You made me feel like such an idiot

this morning when I asked about your students.

What?

You told that stupid joke

to make me think that your students were all children.

That you weren't giving lessons to grown‐ass men in our apartment.

Armando! But of course you would lie to me about something like that.

That's exactly what somebody who betrayed her husband

and her family would do.

That man you saw wasn't a student.

He was dropping off a student.

So, how long until I can play "All of Me"?

In a month, I'd like to serenade Kira Brownstein at her bat mitzvah.

That sounds amazing. Okay...

Where were we? Okay. Yeah.

Oh, honey. This one's a keeper.

Thanks, Mom. Um

I really appreciate it, but I think I can do my own shopping.

Oh, you just worked so hard to lose all that weight,

and I just want you to present yourself in the most flattering light possible.

I think I'm presenting just fine.

Just fine?

I mean, do you think I'd be the top‐rated anchor in greater Atlanta

if I presented "just fine"?

I guess not.

No, you bet your ass, I wouldn't.

I mean, when I first started as a production assistant at Channel Nine,

do you know what they called me?

"Omaha."

Because I was a small town girl from Omaha

with a crappy haircut and polyester clothes.

So I lived on ramen and air

until I could afford an appointment at the nicest salon in town.

And on the weekends, I scoured thrift stores to find designer clothes.

A year later,

"Omaha" was the youngest field reporter in Channel Nine history.

Now look, you do fine in school,

but clearly, your grades aren't gonna open any doors,

so you need to get used to putting your best foot forward.

And that means knowing how to look curvy, but not big.

And attractive, but not like a floozy.

Public perception is crucial.

Uh, yeah. You're right. Thank you.

Um, I'll just... try the rest on later.

Oh, that's my girl.

Okay, for the record, she is insane.

Your body is literally perfect. Felix, please.

I'll just sneak you out the back door.

I can't even look at you, knowing you heard that conversation.

Actually, I want to take you somewhere.

Show you something.

We should probably eat these before they get cold.

Just a good old‐fashioned sushi joke.

Um, you okay? You seem kind quiet.

No, yeah. Yeah, I'm great.

Aah. Cheers.

Cheers.

Should we drop out of high school, run away, and start a sushi restaurant?

Mm.

Hey, Mia, look. I, I wanted to talk

Mia, we're home!

Why are they back?

Uh, wow. I guess you're finally gonna meet my dad.

Oh, look at this.

I didn't realize we were having company over.

Hey.

Hi, I'm Victor.

Hello.

Victor. Nice to meet you. Hi. Veronica.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

Uh, what happened to the concert?

Ah, we decided to bail.

Veronica, she wasn't feeling too well.

I guess I'm not really in a New York state of mind.

It's a Billy Joel reference. You know that song‐‐.

- Never mind. - Here you go, sweetheart.

- Thank you. - Well, did you guys eat?

Uh, no. Actually, I'm starving.

Well, we have plenty of sushi.

Thank you. I'm okay.

I'm not a huge sushi girl.

Yes, you are. You eat it all the time.

So, Victor, um...

You wouldn't know this, but we are big fans of your Instagram.

- Thank you. - Harold!

You can't tell him we look at his Instagram!

Oh, my God. Are you pregnant?

Mia.

Come on, that's ridiculous. She's, um... Honey...

Yes. I'm, I'm ten weeks pregnant.

I thought we were gonna wait for the right time to tell her.

I think it became the right time when she figured it out.

Maybe I should go. No.

No. Uh, stay.

Did you guys plan this?

No. It was... an accident, actually. Um...

But a happy one.

Because it really brought into focus how serious we are about each other.

Mm.

And on that note, uh.

Mia, we're getting married.

We were gonna tell you. We were just waiting for the right moment.

Um...

Much more exciting to have figured it out on my own.

I'm sorry. I just... I, I need a minute. Honey, you...

Well, uh...

Congratulations.

So, this is where I live.

I've never shown my apartment to anyone before.

Not even Victor.

Believe it or not, didn't always look like this.

My mom and I have lived here since I was born.

Used to be normal.

Fun place to live.

I had a ton of toys.

All my Legos went in that corner.

I had an Xbox over there, at one point.

And I had this trampoline that drove the downstairs neighbors crazy.

But, uh, I realized eventually that my mom was buying me all that stuff

to distract me from what was really going on.

She always suffered from depression.

Over time, it got worse.

And she developed this inability to part ways with stuff.

So your mom's like a... a hoarder?

I like to think of her as a... over active collector.

But yeah, no, hoarder works, too.

Felix, why are you showing me this?

I saw your life. I wanted you to see mine.

Look, this might be where I live,

but this is not a reflection of who I am.

The way your mom sees you is not a reflection of you.

You are already the best version of yourself.

You're smart.

You're funny.

You're beautiful.

And for the record, I know what beauty looks like.

There's about a thousand Cosmo magazines in that corner to prove it.

Hey.

Sorry I'm being so angsty.

This isn't angsty.

Angsty is when my sister gets so mad at my parents

that she drops their keys down the garbage disposal.

My dad is, like, the only family I have.

And now he's gonna have a new wife.

And a new baby.

He's moving on.

Just like my mom.

He's not moving on.

You're still gonna be his whole world, Mia.

Look, he might suck at showing it,

but that man is crazy about you.

And that's never gonna change,

no matter how many wives or children he has.

He's not your mom, Mia.

What would I do without you?

So... um...

Thank you for coming.

Thanks for bring me. Meant a lot.

Oh. Looks like my Lyft's here.

So...

Lake.

Come to the dance with me.

I mean, who cares about public perception? We're great together.

I can't.

It's just.

I care too much about what other people think.

I understand.

Thank you.

But whatever this is, Lake, I can't do it anymore.

I'm sorry. This is over.

Um, this is really good turkey, Mom.

Just the right amount of cumin.

What's wrong? You guys think it's too much cumin?

I'm gonna go take Adrian out for ice cream.

Let you guys hash out the source of this awkward‐ass dinner.

Come on. Put on your shoes.

Okay.

I don't feel comfortable with you giving piano lessons.

Wow.

And here I thought you were going to apologize.

No, Armando.

I'm not gonna give up doing what I love.

I messed up.

But I am tired of being this family's punching bag.

You screwed up, too.

If you hadn't have beaten the crap out of Roger after what happened,

you wouldn't have been fired, and we would have never had to move here.

Hey, Victor. Um, we were just‐‐.

Fighting.

Yeah, what's new?

Dad beat up his boss?

We didn't want to overwhelm you guys with all the details.

Right. But you're cool with overwhelming us with your constant fighting.

You don't think we could all tell how off you guys are?

You and Pilar know we've been having some problems,

but I don't think Adrian

Adrian can sense it, too. He's little. He's not dumb.

Look, I get that you guys are going through something.

And I'm sorry.

I'm sorry it's been so hard for you guys. I really am.

But you make this house feel like a shitty place to come home to.

You need to do better.

For all of us.

I'm sorry for swearing. But, um, I'm gonna go and take a shower.

Hey, Vic, can I borrow ten bucks for ice cream?

I can't hear you!

Okay. If I can go into your room

and take ten bucks out of your wallet, say nothing at all.

Hmm?

B, first of all, I am so sorry for kissing you.

But please, just hear me out.

Who the hell is "B"?