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Mm.

You designed every inch of that house.

Why would you wanna move?

Too many memories.

Time to start fresh.

I'm gonna pick out some pillows

and find something to zhuzh up the living room.

Earth tones, maybe.

I haven't seen you here before.

Are you looking for anything in particular?

Uh, no, just browsing.

We got those in this morning.

They're very expensive.

Cool.

Miss.

I need you to empty your pockets.

Excuse me? I was just putting away my phone.

- Empty your pockets. - Are you serious?

You've been following me around this entire time.

If I stole something,

- I'm sure you'd know. - What's going on?

She's been casing the store.

And now she's refusing to empty her pockets.

Miss, I'm going to need to see what's in your pockets.

This is insane. I haven't done anything. Check the cameras!

What's going on here?

We're handling a situation.

This lady has been following me around

the entire time we've been here.

We have reason to believe--

Your only reason is racism. Let's go!

Look, Mom, I'm telling you, I did not shoplift.

I know. I know.

I believe you.

Come here.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm good.

Other than wanting to take a bat to the whole store.

Yeah, I know that feeling.

It's happened to you?

Of course.

Used to happen all the time.

This one time...

...I'm livin' in New York,

modeling,

makin' more money than I know what to do with.

I walk into this store in SoHo, and...

they told me to dump out my bag,

and I hadn't even gotten to the damn dressing room yet.

So, what did you do?

I was humiliated.

But... instead of walkin' out

with my head held high,

I swallowed it

and dropped five grand, right in the store.

You know, just to prove a point, just to show them.

I didn't even wear the shit. So stupid.

Mom, you never told me.

I was hoping things would be different for you.

Yeah, well, they're not.

I know.

So, what do we do?

Honestly...

I don't know.

Come on. I need that.

Weird party, right?

Those nerds go so hard.

"Those nerds"?

Seemed like you and Chase were having a good time.

Come on, Noah...

you can't still be mad. It was one party.

It's not about a party. It's not.

Well, I just wish we could be, like, a real couple.

Hey.

I wanna be a real couple.

I do.

Do you wanna go to the movies together?

There is a new one about talking tractors,

and it looks really, really good.

You know what'd be cool? If you'd just show up for me.

Just sometimes.

I'm here right now.

- I'm up. - Look, I can't right now.

Tomorrow, recruiters are coming to the game.

Like, it's a really, really, really big thing.

And there's a lot of pressure, so I can't...

I need to focus right now.

Please, okay? Please.

Of course.

- Yo. - Hey.

- How are things in Moah Land? - Not great.

Was there a day in school I missed

where everyone learned how to be a girlfriend?

I'll come over after school and teach you.

I can finally put my girlfriend knowledge to use.

Wait, he's with Kayla now?

What a douche.

Hey, you okay?

What if he does to her what he did to me?

I just don't know if I should tell someone or not.

Hey, I am all for you telling Kayla about that asshole.

But... I also know it's not easy for you to talk about what happened.

It's your call.

Don't forget,

the robot schematics need to be submitted to the judges tomorrow.

Logistics. I'm on it.

Hey. I know we got off on the wrong foot,

but the team could not have done it without you.

Let's move "fowad" and win this thing.

Smirking at your own terrible jokes aside, you're pretty okay.

Thanks. Uh...

Now that we're copacetic, can I get an assist

on finalizing those schematics, just so I'm not up all night?

I'll check my schedule.

- Hey. - Hey.

Uh, so, um...

uh, would you wanna maybe...

uh... go out sometime?

Like... Like...

uh, go... go hang out somewhere, just...

uh, you and me?

Are you... Are you asking me on a... on a date?

Yes.

Um...

But I, uh...

I'm sort of grounded...

indefinitely right now, so...

are... are you, uh, are you free at lunch?

Um, well,

I... I usually eat in the music room,

if... if that works.

Cool. Cool, cool, cool.

Yeah, I can get down with that.

I'm flexible.

I mean...

...er, not... not like that, but...

- ...um, you know what I mean. - Mm-hmm.

- So... - Okay.

- Cool, yeah. - Cool, cool. Okay. Uh...

- Okay, see you. - Whoops.

- Sorry, I'm going this way. - Sorry.

Rachelle, you're on superlatives.

- Awesome. - Eddie, you're on senior photos.

I'm on student organizations.

Everybody got it?

Good. Efficiency is key. Get to work.

I would really love you to cover the soccer game tomorrow.

Your photos would add some much-needed artistry.

Yeah, okay.

What's up?

Hm? Uh... nothing.

- Your face is saying something different. - It's just...

some people are so narrow-minded in this world.

Eh, that's all I get?

Listen...

there's only so many of us in this school.

We gotta be able to talk to each other.

Some white saleslady accused me of stealing yesterday.

That surprises me 'cause you pass the paper bag test.

- Excuse me? - Lighter than a paper bag.

Colorism's real, milady.

Yeah, and alive and well

- in Portland, apparently. - Real talk.

Black Lives Matter signs everywhere, but...

where are these black lives?

No, it's bullshit.

We need to be able to walk into these white spaces

with our unapologetic black faces.

Hiding ain't it. We... We gotta show them who we are.

And, look, no disrespect,

but I don't wanna straighten my hair to fit in.

- Church. - In fact...

I'm thinking something bolder.

Can I ask something?

- Hmm? - Were you not scared at all

to run away from home?

Trust me, it's not my usual MO.

Well, what was it like being on tour? Is it really all...

wild parties and groupies?

I... I must have...

missed that part of the tour. I was...

stuck selling buttons at the merch table.

Well, so...

well, uh...

you... are you still in touch with her, then?

Not really.

Turns out, I'm more of a sing-in-the-shower type.

Well, I bet you're good at it.

Singing? I'm just okay, but thank you.

Well, no, I...

I meant showering, but...

Um, I...

Sorry, I... I have... I have to go.

Yo.

What is all that?

- Your salvation. - Oh, jeez.

Okay, I'm gonna need some serious comfort food to survive this.

I'm getting Mickey D's delivered. You want?

Yeah.

You're doing great.

Thank God Ben isn't here

to see me doing this.

Where is he?

He and my mom got into it, so he left to blow off some steam.

She's making him go to some meeting at the school after

about getting his GED.

So, he's gonna be gone all afternoon?

Yeah.

Hopefully, that means I don't have to listen to them

fight about it anymore.

Yes!

- Hi. - Thank you. The tip's on the app.

All right. Thanks.

Okay, I feel better.

But this is still stupid.

Yeah, true. But Noah would do it for you.

Plus, you're earning, like, major girlfriend points.

For most glitter?

No, for supporting him.

This is telling him that you care about the things that he cares about.

Okay, but why a poster?

Couldn't I just say this to him?

And I would never say, "Soccer to 'em" in real life.

But the poster lets everyone know that you're into him.

Plus, I mean,

it's gonna make him feel important. I promise.

Sometimes, I just think...

Noah and I were better when we were hooking up in secret.

Well, yeah, because you're, like, a commitment-phobe.

Spoken like a low-key shingler.

A what?

A shingler. You shingle. You go from guy to guy.

Yeah. In eighth grade,

it was Nick Palmer,

then Kurt Lustgarten, then Brady, then Luca.

Okay, okay, look--

Yeah, I get it.

Uh, I gotta go.

Oh, where you going? Find a new boyfriend?

- To find a cure for the shingles. - Oh!

Hi.

Um, I'm here for an appointment with Keisha.

Tabitha?

Hey! Marquise told me all about you.

Come on in. Welcome to my salon.

C'mon in, sit down.

Well, he says you're the best in town.

Oh, he only says that 'cause I'm his favorite auntie...

and because it's true.

Don't worry. You're in good hands.

It's gon' take a while, but it'll be worth it.

Change your hair, change your life.

Am I right, ladies?

- Yes. - Right.

Hey, are you okay?

What happened earlier?

- Uh, nothing. Nothing. - You...

You ran out, and I thought that we were...

Uh... I guess I...

misread the situation.

Sorry.

Wait, I...

Uh... the truth is I'm...

I'm not out.

- Oh. - It's just...

It's just, I'm not even sure if I'm, like, "gay" gay or... or...

you know, 'cause I've never... I've never...

you know, but I wanna figure it out.

Just... uh, in secret.

Um... I'm not sure I wanna be someone's secret.

I'mma need to see the photos.

Wait, so he just slid into your DMs?

Mm, kind of a snack.

No, he's trash.

I just found out,

the entire time he was trying to get with me...

- Mm-hmm? - ...he had a whole-ass girlfriend.

- No! - I dropped him.

But did you tell the whole-ass girlfriend?

No! That's not my place.

Hm. I don't need that drama.

I wouldn't want some woman pitying me when we could both be doing better.

Exactly. I mean, if I was her, I'd wanna know too.

I knew I liked you.

Lookin' a little flaccid.

- Did you stop just to make fun of me? - Oh, I can help you fix it.

- Seriously? - Yeah, what can I say?

I'm a Renaissance woman.

Pop your trunk.

Attack on Titan?

You a fan?

Who isn't? It's only the best anime to air in the last, like, five years.

Dude, I know! That cliffhanger last season?

I did not see that coming.

Maybe you're not so cool after all.

Are you callin' me a nerd?

Well, if the Sorting Hat fits.

Oh, so we're mixing fandoms now?

You're keeping up.

This stays between us.

I'm guessing Noah's not into anime?

You know, I wouldn't know.

I've never told another human soul about this.

I cannot imagine dating someone who's not into the same things I am.

Anyways, thank you for helping.

Yeah, hope you're paying attention. Next time, it's on you.

Definitely gonna call AAA.

Oh, uh, don't forget, you said you'd help me after the game.

Yeah, yeah, as long as I can get a ride to school.

It's the least I could do... for a fellow Ravenclaw.

Whoa!

Love.

Shit! Me too!

Wait, this is where you went yesterday?

- For eight hours. - Eight?

- Yeah. - What inspired the new look?

I mean, it was time for me to decide who I wanna be

instead of just letting people decide for me.

These braids? All me.

Mm-hmm.

I get that.

Hey, okay. Here for it.

Let's go, Otters!

- Whoa! Whoo! - Let's go, Otters!

Let's go, Otters!

Lakeshore! Lakeshore!

Lakeshore! Lakeshore!

Lakeshore! Lakeshore!

Lakeshore! Lakeshore!

Lakeshore! Lakeshore!

Oh, shit!

Motherfucker!

Shit!

No! No!

Shit!

Come on.

Hey! Hey, Noah!

- They're running circles around you. - What? I'm good.

I got this, okay?

- Do you? - Yeah.

You can't even handle your own girlfriend.

Don't bring Moe into this. You keep Moe's name outta this

before me and you have a problem.

- Focus on the game! - All right. Whatever you say, bro.

But these recruiters,

they don't give a shit about the drama in your love life.

Just how you play.

Hey. Thanks for meeting me.

Yeah. Uh, yeah. What's up?

About yesterday...

um... I didn't have the best...

reaction to what you said.

It just... kinda caught me off guard.

Yeah, I'm...

I should've told you before. I just, um...

I wasn't sure how to say it.

And then I... corner you in a practice room.

Good move, Elodie.

Well, I...

I did bolt in the middle of the date, so…

Yeah, I'd like to say I...

know what you're going through, but the truth is, I...

I never had to come out.

I always knew I was gay.

So did my mom and dad.

Sounds like a dream.

Well, there's plenty I'm still figuring out.

And we... get to choose who we wanna be, right?

We're all just works in progress.

Maybe we can progress together?

Are you sure about this?

Hey, Kayla.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Barely recognized you.

Sure.

Make it quick. I have to change. Brady's taking me out after the game.

That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Look, I know how Brady can get when no one's around.

- Sometimes he can be rough or aggressive-- - Stop!

He would never hurt me,

because unlike you, who literally pulled a knife on him,

I'm not a crazy person.

Kayla, look, I'm here if you wanna talk, okay?

No, thanks.

Hey, don't mess this up.

Fuck off!

You fucking got this!

Oh, shit!

Hey.

What was that?

I... I was just cheer-- I was cheering for you.

Well, you're not supposed to yell during a penalty kick.

I... I wanted to be here for you. Look, I even made you a sign. I...

It's a long story.

- Yeah, there's always an excuse with you. - Okay, look, I'm sorry.

I'm never gonna be some kind of perfect soccer girlfriend,

but I... I was just... I was trying to show up for you.

- It shouldn't be this hard! - What do you want me to do?

- I'm... I'm-- - I'm done.

Hey.

Are... Are you okay?

Pretty sure my boyfriend just broke up with me.

Oh, uh... Um, do you wanna talk about it?

Can we just do some robot shit?

'Course.

Tabitha.

Hey.

Your hair is fire.

Thanks.

You okay?

Yeah.

Wait, what are you doing here?

Had my meeting about the GED.

Moe told me about that. How'd it go?

Total waste of time.

School's Moe's thing,

not mine.

Then, why don't you do your thing?

I don't know what that is.

Well, you love cooking, so why don't you go to a cooking school?

I like where your head's at.

Chef Ben's got a nice ring to it.

Oh, my God, my mom went through a cooking phase

where she signed up for every cooking class she could find.

Chrissy Tiegen was her inspiration.

It's "Teigen."

It's "Tiegen."

I'll send you some links.

Sweet. Thanks.

But once you become a big, fancy chef, you gotta invite me to the grand opening.

Bet. I'll save you the best seat.

And until then, I need to get some real food.

- I'm starving. - Me too.

I know a good place. You down?

Sure. Why not?

I thought I could just, like, cheer him on from the sidelines,

but everything was wrong.

I feel like such an idiot.

Uh, so, you're bad at being basic? I mean, nobody wants to be basic,

unless... you're a pH level.

Moe, you are cooler than everybody at that soccer game.

You're incredible.

Why are you being so nice to me?

I'm not being nice.

I'm being honest.

Whoa.

What was that?

Uh...

Whoa.