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Boo!

Do not scare me like that.

Uh, hey. Jordan's party is this weekend,

and we never talked about post-breakup friends custody.

Oh, well, you can have Jordan.

Oh, right. No, I... No, I figured.

But... I know how much you love Halloween parties.

- You can have the party too. - I mean, you sure?

I mean, I can make other plans if you wanna go.

I don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything.

- I-- - You can go. Have at it.

Okay. Thanks.

Happy Halloween.

What did he want?

Jordan's Halloween party.

He was weirdly nice about it.

Maybe therapy is helping.

I swear to God, if you backslide with Brady,

I will stab you.

Luca moved out? Even the mattress?

It's like no one had lived there before. Like I imagined all of it.

- Hey. - That is some next-level ghosting.

So, he's just gone? Are you okay?

I feel crazy. I just thought I knew him.

Well, do we for sure know he was who he said he was?

Maybe he got into some kinda trouble.

Back in New Mexico, I knew this junior who disappeared for, like, eight months,

and when she finally came back...

...everyone was sure she'd been abducted by aliens.

Nah, she for sure got pregnant and left school to have a baby.

- Yeah. - Well, that makes a lot more sense.

- Maybe I should text Sabine? - No.

Look, I just need to find something else to focus on.

Maybe school, photography...

Except my entire photo assignment

is dedicated to Luca's dumb, beautiful fucking face.

You never mix boys with homework.

Right. I mean, I have to redo the entire thing and take new photos.

If Luca wants to be erased, I can do that.

Oh, ladies! Just checking about my Halloween party.

I didn't get your RSVPs, but a lot of people said the invite went to spam.

So, friendly reminder: party, my place, tomorrow night, potluck optional.

- Wait. The same night as Jordan's? - Aggressive.

Jordan swore he was gonna have his party on Friday,

then changed it to Saturday with zero regard for the fact

that I already sent a Paperless Post.

Uh, but you're all coming, right?

Can't. Also, don't want to.

- Tabitha? - Eh.

But I'll see you there, right?

Sorry. Super grounded.

Everyone has a conflict.

Further proof of the curse of my junior year.

Just junior year?

I promised myself

I would never be that girl who sucks face in the middle of computer lab.

You know, my plan to turn you into a red-blooded American teen

is coming into place.

Pretty soon, I'll have you cheering at a pep rally,

- wearing my varsity jacket. - Mm, not in this lifetime.

Sure I can't convince you to come to Jordan's?

C'mon, I have a great idea for a couple's costume.

What?

Jordan's brother's driving down from U-Dub to bring us kegs.

It's so cute that you think kegs would convince me.

But my mom got someone to cover her shift, so...

we're gonna watch Bride of Frankenstein with Ben.

- Sorry. - Okay.

Go be adorable with your family.

And maybe I'll call you later.

Mm. Maybe I'll answer.

What?

That's right! Look away, Craig.

Hey. Can I get an 85-millimeter lens, please?

Uh, did you reserve one?

No, but can I still get one?

Yeah, if it were up to me, you could,

but yearbook staff gets priority, so...

Well, how am I supposed to do my assignments

if the school can't provide me with the proper resources?

Pfft. That sounds like a Tabitha problem.

Okay, you're enjoying this. Is there anybody else I can talk to?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, you could speak to my manager.

Well, maybe I should.

Hi, I'm the manager. What seems to be the problem?

This is the last thing I need.

They don't pay me enough to put up with this shit.

They don't pay you anything.

Elodie? Okay.

Let's try this.

Yo. Where'd you go?

Sorry.

Are you crushing on the clarinet?

Is it weird that I'm into how normal she is?

Nah, I get that.

The last girl I was with was, like, super intimidating, but...

Jillian seems... nice,

approachable.

Then approach her.

Yeah, I'm not totally sure...

- where she falls on the spectrum. - Hmm?

I'm not sure whether or not she's into girls.

Mm. Well, social media has all the answers you seek.

- All right. - I think that's her.

Well, she drives a Subaru.

So does most of Portland.

Promising, but inconclusive.

She also loves Ryan Gosling memes.

What does that mean?

She is an enigma.

to make it go...

forward.

Forward!

Oh.

Forward.

The robot doesn't understand.

Well, clearly it's an issue with the mechanics.

Moe, did you connect the terminal blocks properly?

Yep. Check your work again, man.

Could you maybe take a look?

Katie, please, we can't expect Moe to troubleshoot with her...

limited experience.

Let her look. She's smart.

You left out the r's in "forward."

Keyboard must be...

sticky.

Sure.

Oh, right. I'll see you tomorrow.

Okay. Bye.

Doing anything fun for, uh, for Halloween?

Uh, you know, just the... the usual:

candy corn, pumpkins...

ghost bustin'.

Oh, I figured you'd be at Jordan's

'cause that's where all the cool kids are gonna be.

You think I'm cool?

I mean... y-yeah.

Well, I... I... I'm not.

You are, so that's...

that's cool.

Um, are... are you going to Jordan's?

Uh, no. Uh, no, I'm, uh...

- I'll be at Rachelle's. It's, like... - Ah.

- ...more my speed. - Yeah.

She's taking that party pretty seriously.

Right? I'm a little worried if I bail,

she might, like, run me over with her Kia.

Yeah.

Um, anyway...

"Ghost bustin'"?

- Three, two... - ...one.

Huh?

- Yeah. - Okay. Rise!

All right. I am gonna go out on a limb and say that we are done decorating.

Okay. Yeah. It was funny the first time.

Oh. Wait until you see the volume of trick-or-treaters tomorrow night.

Yeah, about that, um...

there's this party at Rachelle's...

Uh, no.

You didn't even let me finish.

You're grounded. I don't know why you think that's negotiable.

Because I... I've been doing everything you wanted since I got back:

following the rules, working the steps,

putting up decorations.

Did you just volunteer for decoration duty to manipulate me?

No. It's just... It's just gonna be a couple kids in costumes, like,

perfectly wholesome.

And... And her parents are gonna be there.

I... I think maybe you even know them, so...

I thought maybe you could call and...

explain the situation and...

maybe let me stop by for an hour or two?

Please?

No.

The only way I'm gonna get better is by existing in the world.

Besides, it's Halloween.

Can't I twist your...

arm?

- We're going to Rachelle's party. - Wait, why?

I made a deal with my warden. I'm on parole for one night only.

Which is awesome 'cause...

there's kind of someone I wanted to run into there.

Oh, less of a parole situation, more of a conjugal visit.

Wait, so who is she?

We're in band together.

Oh, you got a type.

No, she's not like Sabine.

I'm... I'm not even sure she's gay.

But it just feels good to have options, you know?

Okay, look, I am all for either of you

pursuing age-appropriate romantic entanglements,

but at Rachelle's?

It could be fun.

Nah, I got a whole movie thing planned.

Boris Karloff, angry villagers,

popcorn microwaved with marshmallows.

- Please? - Look, I'm down.

Plus, I can photograph the wildlife. I need a new subject anyway.

Okay, fine.

I'll go.

But only if I can enjoy it ironically.

You're bailing on us for a high school costume party.

- Cool. - Oh, fuck off. I'm helping a friend.

Moe, language.

- Ben, be nice to your sister. - Mm.

Don't you wanna chill out with your old mom?

Not when "old Mom" only wants to shit on my business plan.

You don't have a business plan, you have the munchies.

And here we go again.

I'm just saying, you need to finish high school.

Okay? Not get distracted by another one of your half-baked hobbies.

Need I remind you about motorcycles?

Okay, first of all, I was tell--

Um... am I interrupting?

Thankfully.

All right.

What are we wearing to this thing? And don't say "something sexy."

- I just wanna be comfortable. - Oh.

I may have some options for you.

Okay, your mom and Moe are playing dress-up,

and it is very cute.

You ever just wanna hit "reset"?

Pretty much all the time.

You mess up when you're young, and people think that's who you are.

Yeah, I get it. People make assumptions about me too.

Something wrong?

It's stupid.

Boy drama.

But I'm honestly not trying to think about it.

Wanna punch some dough?

Um... I'm good.

Come on. It's not healthy to hold on to aggression.

The dough can take it.

The harder you punch it, the better the bread will be.

Hm.

- M'kay. - Okay.

That all you got? Come on, bring it.

- Okay. - Come on, you're stronger than that.

- Lean into it. - I know.

I... think I like making bread.

Hey! None of...

whatever this is.

We found something comfortable.

Ooh, you girls look amazing!

Where is my phone?

I've gotta take a picture for the nurses' station.

Hold up, is this a couple's costume?

- Oh, God. - Yeah.

You look like a couple of dental hygienists.

- Ladies... - Oh, yeah, you look--

What the fuck?

Now you're an ER nurse.

- And you're being sued for malpractice. - Okay.

Oh.

Guys...

those are my good scrubs.

Sorry, Mom.

So, you will be here the whole time, right?

- No one's leaving, and I can trust you? - Yeah.

Because I'm a little leery of... of her leaving a-and...

You know, it's just, I don't mean to seem like a helicopter dad, but...

This is a choice.

Yeah, it was my stepmom's.

Is that a salad?

- Why haven't more people arrived? - It's still early.

No. You don't seem to grasp the gravity of this situation.

October sets the tone for the rest of high school.

I have this one window... no,

this one night... to course-correct.

Well, milady, doesn't seem like you can get into much trouble here.

Is... Is that a salad?

I'll be on my best behavior.

And I'll be back to pick you up in exactly 90 minutes.

The clock has been set.

Don't make me regret this.

Hey, do you know if Jillian's still coming?

Well, she RSVP'd "yes," so if she doesn't, she's dead.

I know people.

This might be too sad to mock.

Fortunately...

...I brought tequila.

Moe, tilt your head.

Yes!

Wait. Let me see.

You guys made it.

- Wow, you look... - Wow.

- Like a gay Disney princess. - Mm-hmm.

Owning it.

So, where's the girl?

Um...

Yeah. I mean, cool.

I was hoping her costume would give me a clue,

but... I've got nothing.

- Well, have you talked to her yet? - No.

Wait, so what's the plan?

No plan, just panic.

Don't panic. Go over and start asking questions.

Or... Or try ignoring her.

See if you can cultivate an air of mystery.

Moe, we do not have time for that.

- Go out and feel the vibe. - Or see if you can get her alone.

Ask questions, be mysterious, get her alone.

- You got this. - Right.

Hey, you came.

- Cool costume. Pink is dope. - Hey.

Um...

So, I... I heard this place has a shed.

Should we...

maybe go check it out?

What? Uh...

Or, um...

Loving this take on Meredith Grey. Mind if I steal you for a sec?

- Good luck. - I read this article about she sheds.

Really?

And, um... I've been thinking about making one.

- I mean, I don't have a shed, so... - What's up, man?

Sup, Fowad?

"Forward" with no r's. Very funny.

- This costume's a little on the nose. - You're suddenly everywhere.

You're like a walking example of the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon.

- Or... I'm the life of the party. - Eh.

Who wants to get intoxicated?

Jordan's party already has its own hashtag.

And it's blowing up.

How am I supposed to compete with that?

Can you please post some pics on your Insta and geotag my house?

Look, I'm really not posting these days, so...

You have so much power, and you're just walking away from it?

You may be post-popular, but you still have popular posts.

But maybe get rid of the parental supervision.

Dads, you've gotta go back to the store. We need hummus.

Lick! Drink!

Suck!

It burns.

It's such a simple three-step algorithm.

Now you're making drinking unfun?

Nah, I'm merely suggesting we make the algorithm more sophisticated.

You, uh... you into fairy tales?

No.

I didn't have a costume.

This is my stepmom's. She let me borrow it.

It's actually, like, a whole thing.

My little brother's a dragon,

and he has these giant wings.

And, yeah...

And my dad is a knight,

which works

because he's super overprotective.

Yo! Where can I put this keg?

Tabitha's here?

Have you guys got pot?

I love this song!

My parents insisted on calling Rachelle's dads

before even considering letting me come, so...

Yeah, same. Exactly.

My dad actually came here, so...

Whoo!

It was... It was weird.

Jillian from AP Spanish knows how to party.

Get your ass on the dance floor, mamacita.

Where are Rachelle's parents?

You think it'll work?

Did you spell everything right?

All right!

Yeah!

Fowad! Fowad! Fowad! Fowad!

Fowad! Fowad! Fowad! Fowad!

Fowad! Fowad!

Okay! Set 'em up again!

Fowad! Fowad!

- Fowad! Fowad! - Moe.

- Fowad! Fowad! - You're here!

- Fowad! - Can I talk to you for a second?

- Mm-hmm. - Fowad! Fowad!

What's "fowad"?

You wouldn't get it.

What are you?

A narwhal. Remember?

From the night at Ravi's.

Oh, yeah. Uh-huh.

What... What happened to Jordan's?

Did the U-Dub keg-connect flake?

The cops came and broke it up, and everybody came here.

What... What happened

- to Bride of Frankenstein, Moe? - Oh, um, on ice.

Yeah, El-Elodie needed me.

So, you dropped plans with your family... for Elodie?

Yeah. What's the problem?

The prob-- I asked you to hang out!

I'm sorry.

I didn't feel like tagging along to some jock party

and watch you play dumb drinking games.

Moe! You're up!

Oh, you... you ready to go play your dumb drinking game?

Uh, we found a way to make it smart.

I would've come. You could've texted me.

I didn't think about it.

Well, the thing about being in a relationship

is it works better if you consider the other person.

- You know? - Moe!

You know what? Go!

Go enjoy your smart drinking game.

Enjoy.

Don't be mad!

Moe, we have to go. Look!

Uh...

- what? - I... I can't.

Ah, time to call it.

I guess Tabitha still has clout.

And I called the cops on Jordan's party.

Diabolical.

- Hey! - Hey.

There you are. How was it?

Um, I don't think it's gonna happen.

Plus, my dad's on his way, and I don't want him to see this.

Yeah. We're on our way out too.

Yeah, Brady's here, too much tequila, I gotta pee.

I'll be right back. I will see you soon.

Bye.

Okay.

To remember your night at the ball. Come here.

- Thanks. Bye. - Bye.

Hey. You're leaving?

Uh, yeah.

Gotta get home before I turn into a pumpkin.

Okay, well, um, I... I had fun talking to you tonight.

Me too.

Um, I... I meant to say earlier, this is a... a great astronaut costume.

Oh, thanks, um...

I'm actually... I'm Sally Ride. She's, uh, the first woman in space.

The first gay woman in space.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I mean, uh... most people don't know that.

And she wasn't out at the time, at least. So...

Um...

...I gotta go.

Okay. Well, I'll... I'll see you in school.

- Yeah, definitely. - Cool.

Bye.

Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!

Whoo!

I know, right?

It was nice what you did back there for Rachelle.

Yeah, she needed the win.

Sorry for giving you such a hard time before about the lens.

No, no, it's fine.

I came in kind of hot, and, well, I managed.

Yes, Annie Leibovitz!

- Yeah. - You should consider joining yearbook.

I mean, you get priority on all the nice lenses.

Um, I'll think about it.

You know what's funny?

Us ending up at the same Halloween party...

just like old times.

I mean, it is kinda weird, I have to admit,

not to be, you know, in a couple's costume,

but...

I don't know, we could...

we could say we're first responders or something.

Aren't you here with Kayla?

Yeah, why? You jealous?

Brady, look, this... this is never going to happen.

Come on. Why not?

I've been doing everything you've wanted. All right?

I'm... I'm working on myself, figuring out how to be in a relationship.

Brady, you shouldn't be in a relationship with anybody.

Tabitha, come on. Let's go.

Hey, we were in the middle of a conversation. All right?

So maybe you wanna mind your own business.

Oh, hey. Uh, I think there's a kitten stuck in a tree back there.

Know what? You're the reason.

Yeah, everything was good with me and Tabitha

before you came back into her life.

Come on. Take some responsibility.

No! All right?

- You fucking take some responsibility! - Brady, back the fuck up!

You don't fuck with me,

and you don't ever fuck with my girls, okay?

Brady? Brady, what's going on?

Ah, it's nothing, babe.

Let's go.