All language subtitles for Love.Simon.2018.1080p.BluRay.x264-GECKOS

I'm just like you.

For the most part,
my life is totally normal.

- Happy birthday.
- No!

My dad was the annoyingly
handsome quarterback

who married
the hot valedictorian.

And, no, they didn't peak
In high school.

I have a sister I actually like.

Not that I'd ever tell her that.

And last year, and 200 episodes
of Chopped ago...

she decided
she wanted to be a chef.

Which means we're pretty much
all her test subjects now.

Is it spicy, Jack?

Oh! Gracious. Oh, my gosh.

And then there's my friends.

Two of them, I've known since
pretty much the beginning of time.

- Or at least kindergarten.
- No. No.

- Oh! Sorry!
- Okay. How 'bout that?

One of them,
I just met a few months ago,

but it feels
like I've known her forever.

We do everything friends do.

We drink way too much
iced coffee,

watch bad '90s movies
and hang out at Waffle House

dreaming of college
and gorging on carbs.

So, like I said.

I'm just like you.

I have a totally,
perfectly normal fife.

Except I have
one huge-ass secret.

Hey! Morning! Oh!

- Hey!
- Sorry.

I didn't realize you
were masturbating.

Yeah, very funny.

Your sister's downstairs
making some

la-Di-da pancake thing
she saw on Top Chef,

so we should
probably go eat that.

Great. I'll be down
in just a second.

Okay. Right after you finish
searching the internet for...

lingerie photos of Gigi Habib?

It's Hadid.

Right. I didn't realize
she was your girlfriend.

All right, finish up here.

You got me.

Morning, guys.

Simon, have a seat, honey.

Morning, Simon.
You gotta eat your breakfast.

Please don't tell me

that breakfast is the most
important meal of the day

because that is just so cliché.
You're better than that.

I was gonna say breakfast
lowers LDL cholesterol

and prevents
fluctuating glucose levels

that lead to type two diabetes.
Oh!

Touché.

Nora. These are incredible.

Cornmeal pancakes
with blackberry compote.

But they're not crumbly enough.

Stop it. They're perfect.

Eat up, Bieber.

Okay, I didn't put
very much powder...

- See you, guys.
- See you, Simon.

Hey, honey. Be back
by seven! It's TV night.

Hey!

Morning!

It's Simon! I live right here!

I like your boots!

Okay, bye!

God damn.

- Yo!
- Yo!

Had the craziest dream
last night.

Hey, Nick, you have the
craziest dream every night.

You don't understand.
I'm in this cave, right?

Or maybe it's in outer space.

David Beckham is there
with these two contact lenses

and then like, blue one or
red one, like he's a sexy

Morpheus from Matrix.

And I don't know
which one to pick.

I don't know what to do
with these things.

Oh, my God. Have you guys seen
CreekSecrets today?

First of all, you are obsessed
with that blog, so...

Okay, but apparently,
Becca Peterson

got caught giving Ryan O'Donovan
an HJ in the pool.

That's the real reason
they drained it.

- Man, our janitor needs a raise.
- Oh, my God.

And an HPV vaccine.

Leah, I have this dream, right?

Nick, we have a rule, remember?

No analyzing dreams
before coffee.

Hi, could we get
four iced coffees, please?

Oh, could you get Abby's
with milk? She likes milk.

One with milk.
What are you, her barista?

It's not hard
to remember "with milk."

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey.
Hey.

Oh, thank you.
I am figuratively dying.

So, Abby, last night I dreamt

I put the wrong contacts
in my eyes.

- Another dream. You're like...
- Hmm.

You're like the love child of

Sigmund Freud
and Cristiano Ronaldo.

Oh, my God.
Thanks.

Now, look. I can't see anything

and I'm stumbling around
in this cave,

crashing into stuff,
and then, I wake up.

- That's it?
- Yeah.

Maybe it's something that
you're not seeing clearly.

Like something that's, like,
right in front of your face.

What am I not seeing?

No idea.

Ooh! Ooh!

We should be hot Pokemon
for Halloween.

Oh, yeah. But I get to be
slutty Charmander.

Cool scarf, Ethan.

Hope it doesn't get caught
in your vagina.

Great choice on
the cargo pants, by the way.

It looks like you got
gangbanged by a T.J. Maxx.

Whatever, fag.

Honestly, it's just

not even a challenge anymore.

Dicks.

Wish Ethan wouldn't make it
so easy for them.

Yeah, well, at my old school,

that would have been settled
with a knife fight.

Good morning, Creekwood High!

Come on, phones off!

There's a whole
world to look at!

You can look people in the eyes!

Gah! Yeah.

Stop with the selfies.
You're not all that.

- I'll see you guys at lunch.
- Yeah.

Wow! Simonay.

Look at those new kicks,
my brother.

Where'd you get those? Where
could I get a pair of those?

- I forget. Sorry.
- You forget?

Come on, you gotta let me
know the brand!

I want to be sneaker brothers.

Oh, I see more phones!
Who took your phones now?

Me! Me! Me took your phones now!
You can get 'em at my office!

I can't believe we have to be
off book, in like, two weeks.

Seriously, Sally Bowles
never shuts the eff up.

Don't you wish
you were talentless like me?

Here. Let me show you
a thing or two.

Because then you could
just be living

the easy life as company member
number eight.

Well, well, well...

If it isn't my fellow thespians.

Hey, Martin.

Hey. $pier. Hey, Abby.

Hi.

Excited to rehearse
with you later.

Hey, uh, so, fun fact.

You know that Cabaret was
actually based off a play

called I Am Camera?

Then I Am a Camera was based
off this novel

called Goodbye to Berlin.

And Goodbye to Berlin
was actually based off

Christopher Isherwood's

early years in Berlin.

Wow. That's awesome.
I have homeroom.

Yeah. All right.

Well, I think she found
that interesting.

Bye, Martin.

Bye, big boy.

Suraj! Now.

Come on. You know the drill.

I've had an inspiration.
How about The Affair?

No. No. We cannot watch
The Affair as a family.

Why not?

Because it's all about sex.

Oh, well, God forbid we should
watch people make love.

Oh, God.

Oh, my God.
You guys are so repressed.

Don't therapize us, okay?
We are not your patients.

- We're your family.
- That's true.

If you were my patients, you'd
be much more well-adjusted.

Oh. Nice therapy burn, baby.
Thank you.

She got you.
You know what?

We didn't see last week's
episode of The Bachelor.

How did that guy
even become the bachelor?

Why?

Well, he's clearly gay.

- No, he's not.
- Really?

- He's handsome.
- That date, where he took the girl

to the "make your
own perfume" place?

Dad! The producers
plan those dates.

He is so fruity.
He's so fruity.

He's a one-man pride parade.
Are you kidding me?

- He has more chemistry
- Just stop it.

With Chris Harrison
than any of those girls.

After this, I gotta
show you something.

Okay?
Let's watch The Americans.

Every single episode,
you here next to me.

So your mother decided
that we should make

each other anniversary
presents this year.

You know, so they came
from the heart, or some crap.

Anyway, I decided to come up
with this bad boy.

Look at this.

I present to you,
a Jack Spier production.

Wait, wait.

Look at that!

Oh, it's so good.

Look at this.
Wait, wait, wait.

Yup. Okay.

What are you...

Look, this is your
20th anniversary,

so I'm gonna be super real
with you right now.

This looks
like a fourth grader made it.

And not even the smartest
fourth grader in the class.

Just, like,
a deeply average fourth grader.

What are you talking about?
This is amazing.

I got fade-ins.
I got dissolves.

- This is beautiful.
- Get up for a second.

I'll help you. Trust me.

We can make this good.
We just gotta put in...

you know, some home video.

Maybe put in some better music.

"Better music"? This was huge
when we were young.

Yeah. So was
Bill Cosby.

- Hey.
- Have you seen the new post?

No. What? Oh, my God.

You know, I'm never getting
back in that pool again.

Wait, no. About the closeted
gay kid at school.

What?

Yeah, it's on CreekSecrets.

Who do you think it is?

I bet it's that sophomore
with the rimless glasses.

I get a vibe.

- Actually.
- Hmm.

Maybe it's Parker O'Malley

I've heard he's, like,
obsessed with Les Mis.

Oh, gosh. Jeez. I gotta go.

Bieber just took a dump
on the floor.

Aw, Beebs.

- Feed him some rice...
- Can I call you back?

"Sometimes I feel like
I'm stuck on a Ferris wheel.

One minute I'm on top
of the world,

and the next,
I'm at rock bottom.

Over and over, all daylong.

Because a lot
of my life is great,

but nobody knows I'm gay.

Blue."

Blue. Okay.

Dear Blue, I'm just like you.

For the most part,
my life is totally normal.

My dad was the annoyingly
handsome quarterback

who married the
hot valedictorian.

And no, they didn't
peak in high school.

I have a sister I actually like.
Not that I'd ever tell her that.

And then, there's my friends.

We do everything friends do.
We drink way too much...

So, like I said,
I'm just like you.

I have a totally,
perfectly normal fife.

Except I have one
huge-ass secret.

Jacques.

Hey. Morning.

Nothin'.

Math is what
we're talking about.

Can anyone answer for me
how we find the value

of "d-y by d-x"

that I have
written up on the board?

Does anyone want to...
Yes! Simon.

Can I go to the bathroom?

Sure, it's fine.

Thanks.

Simon. Simon.

- Yeah.
- Can I get some fries?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah? Thanks.

I'm telling you,
the Oakwood Tigers

score so many goals
because they shave their legs.

Garrett, I'm not gonna
shave my legs.

It makes their kicks
more aerodynamic.

- We can just do extra burpees, man.
- Whatever, Bram.

Guys, I just found
a press-on nail in my salad.

Debbie.

Why is there no cell reception
at this school?

I swear to God.

Simonay, Simonay.
Hey.

What are you doing?
You can't text in the halls.

How many times
have I told you that?

I can't have all my students
Tindering it up.

That's my department.

Right.

It actually is.

I got a really hot date
on Tinder tonight.

She is cute!

"Ew! Vice principals can't go
on dates. That's gross."

We're people too, Simon.

We like to go out.
We like to have a good time.

We like to have sex.
That's not a big deal, right?

Yeah, no. No biggie at all.

Actually, you know,
I totally see you as a person.

- Thank you. I appreciate that.
- Yeah.

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

- Seriously.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Could I just get
my phone though?

No. Unfortunately,
I'm gonna have to keep it

until after play practice.

But you will get your precious

- after play practice, okay?
- I promise.

So how's play practice going?

- Great. Yeah, it's...
- How's Ms. Albright?

She's good.

She's good?
She doesn't like men.

Okay.

- Those aren't actual claps.
- My hands are tired!

Okay! All right.

That was...

Cal, help me. That was...

That was a start?

That was a start!
Is what it was.

That was a start.

You know, when Mr. Worth
told me that no student,

regardless of talent...

...was to be left out of
my production, I had my doubts.

Yes, I did.

Yeah.

That's it.
That's my whole speech.

Ms. Albright.

Hi.

That was the biggest train
wreck our stage has ever seen.

And Rob and Brianne
were practically

dry humping the whole song.

Oh, I saw.

Save the kissing
for the cast party. All right?

This is war. You're Nazis.
Okay? More anger.

Suraj, stop pretending
that trumpet is your penis!

My boy.

It is a rental.

I was an extra in The Lion King,
and this is where I am.

Hey. What time is it?

Ten minutes since the last time
you asked. Go.

One! Two! Three! Four!

I will kill you.

Oy, yoy. Yoy, your. Yo!

- Mr. Worth.
- Hey, what's up, my brother?

Hey, just here for my phone.

Oh, of course you are.
Of course you are.

How'd you enjoy being unplugged?

It was great.

- Great, right?
- Yeah.

This isn't life, man.
This is plugged.

- This is unplugged.
- Mm-hmm.

- Plugged. Unplugged.
- Yep.

All right, Simon, I know that
I'm hard on you. I really do.

Mm-hmm.

But it's only 'cause I really
see myself in you.

Uh... You know, I don't know
if I'd say that.

No, I see it, it's obvious.
It's obvious.

I know there's a lot

going on there, man.
Yup.

And I bet you
got a lot of questions.

Is there something
you wanna say to me?

No.
You know my policy.

What does it say?

- "Open door. Open ears."
- "Open door. Open ears."

There's nothing you want to say?

- Nope.
- You sure?

Yeah.
Okay.

- It's a great sign though.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
Now don't text and drive.

That's how my cat got murdered.

Okay.

I'm just kidding.
I don't have cats. I got asthma.

A secret, huh?

Is it the same as my secret?

If it is, when did you know?

Have you told anyone? Blue.

Okay.

No, Blue.
I haven't told anyone.

And, honestly, I can't even
really exp/aim why.

Deep down, I know my family
would be fine with it.

Hey, what rhymes
with “patriarchy”?

That says "patriachy“ though.

Oh, shit.

My mom's about
as liberal as they come.

And my dad isn't exactly
the macho type.

I mean, Creekwood's
resident out-gay kid

seems to be doing just fine.

When Ethan came out,
no one even cared.

Guys, I have something
to tell you.

I'm gay.

Wow, really?
That's really great, Ethan.

Oh, my God. No way.

Oh, my God, you are?
I had no idea.

What a complete surprise!

Too much, Claire.

As for how I knew I was gay,

it was a bunch of little things.

Like this one recurring dream

I kept having
about Daniel Radcliffe.

And then proceeded to have
every night for a month.

I was obsessed
with Panic! At the Disco.

I can't. He's so cute.
He's so cute.

He's...

Come on,
he's like Jesus and chocolate.

Just look at him.

Then I realized

it really wasn't
about the music.

And then there was
my firs! Girlfriend.

I think I'm falling
in love with you.

Wow. Thank you. Be right back.

Wasn't my proudest moment.

How bout you?
How did you know?

Warmly, Jacques.

Fondly, Jacques.

Jacques.

Jacques, don't worry.

If your proudest moment
happened in middle school,

that would be pretty sad.

For me, I realized I liked guys

watching Game of Thrones.

My friends were all
holding their breath

waiting lo see
the Dragon Princess's boobs.

I was crushing hard on Jon Snow.

Well, I've never told anyone

about my Daniel Radcliffe phase
so now we're even.

And for the record,

I think Jon Snow
is an excellent choice

for your sexual awakening.

So I guess, if I want
to find you at school

I just have to look for
the Game of Thrones fanatic.

Wow.

I was just listening to that
M83 song "Reunion,"

and it made me think of you.

You'll probably think
my music taste is lame.

Kind of have the same taste
as my Aunt Sally

who loves show tunes.

Obviously, some of the things
I've told you about myself

are things I've never
talked about with anyone.

There's something about you
that makes me want to open up.

And that's
slightly terrifying for me.

So I've been thinking,

maybe I should be
Jon Snow for Halloween.

What about you?
Who are you gonna be?

I'm not dressing up.

For me, Halloween's
all about the Oreos

with the orange frosting
in the middle.

- Hey, hey, he!!!
- Hey.

Wow. Look at that smile.
You're glowing, man.

No.
You are glowing.

You look happy.

Oh, just regular.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Me too. I'm a little meh.

Why "meh"?

Oh, I had my big Tinder date
last night. Oh, God.

She was not into it.

Al. All.

- Oh, come on. Too soon.
- No.

The bell is a buzzkill.

- See you, Mr. Worth.
- All right.

Well, thank you
for your help, Fräulein.

You're welcome.

German accent for Cabaret.
Yup. Take care, Ms. Bradley.

Ladies.

Let's see what you got,
interwebs.

Here are your burnt tots,
because you have horrible taste.

Here's your green banana,

because you like
disgusting things.

- Mm-hm.
- Wow, you guys are weird.

Yup. They're practically
Cantonese twins.

Siamese.
Yeah. Siamese.

Yeah, agree to disagree.

I don't think
that's one of those

things where you can
agree to disagree.

Agree.
It's just right.

To each his own.

Oreos.

Man, I love those.

Halloween ones
are the best, right?

Yeah.

Er, so, guys, I have great news.

My aunt's boyfriend

just took off with her car
and all her jewelry.

Bram, that's terrible news!

I know, but it's like,

the third time
it's happened to her.

She has really bad taste in men.

Anyways, my mom is going down
to Orlando to deal with it

which means I get to throw
a Halloween party.

Awesome!
Yay!

Nice!

Thank you, Bram's dumb-ass aunt!

All right, this is
gonna be epic, you guys.

I can bring my karaoke machine.

All right, hey, guys,
Halloween party Friday night!

Friday night, Halloween party,
okay? Bram's house!

- You really set this in motion, man.
- I know, right?

Hey, little guy.

Me?
Halloween party.

Friday night.
Bram's house. Be there.

- You're gonna freak him out, man.
- Yeah.

I know.
He's, like, nine years old.

Very relieved that
we're in agreement on Oreos.

That would have been
a deal-breaker for me.

On a totally different,
non-cookie related note...

is it weird that I have no idea
what you look like,

but I can't stop thinking
about kissing you.

Simon. Simon.

Eyes on your own test.

Don't stop on my account,
Rob and Brianne.

That's the most action
I've seen in weeks.

What do we got here? Ah!
When we're done, it's gonna look

like a real German sex club.
Don't ask me how I know.

Hey! Hey!

The spray paint is for painting,
not for huffing.

You don't want
to get good at that.

Okay, do you guys think
I should dye my hair Grey

- to play Fraulein Schneider?
- Sure.

Really? But my hair
is kind of like my thing.

I'm gonna go get a soda.

Do you want anything?

- No.
- You disgust me.

Simon! Hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, Martin.
- Buddy.

Hey, urn, I used the computer
in the library right after you.

Okay.
Mm-hmm.

Well, I went to Gmail,
and it pulled up your account.

And I, uh, read
some of your emails.

I know I probably shouldn't've,

but they were, like,
right there.

So you'll be interested
to know my brother's gay.

No. Martin, that wouldn't
interest me to know.

Okay. Don'! Worry.
I won't show anyone.

Show anyone what?

Did you print my emails
or something?

Oh, no, no.

I screenshot them.

- You screenshotted my emails?
- Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Let me talk to you for a second.

- Oh, Ms. Bradley.
- MS, BRADLEY: Hello, Martin.

- Did you feather your hair?
- No, Martin. Shh.

Looking good, huh?

This is a good section.

Jeez.

Now, why the hell
did you screenshot my emails?

Ah, well, you and Abby Susso
are good friends. Right?

Yeah. We know each other.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Well, I need you to help me
talk with her...

and hang outwith her
and stuff, you know?

Why would I help you do that?

Are you blackmailing me?

Oh, shh! Okay. Don't be
so dramatic here, Simon.

Sup, Tyler?

What's up, Tyler?
Is that a Patagonia?

Nice. I just like her.

And I think
that you could help me.

Yeah, what if I say no, Martin?
I mean, what are you gonna do?

You gonna tell the whole school
that I'm...

You're gonna leak my emails?

You're gonna post 'em
on CreekSecrets?

I just think
that we're in a position here,

where we could help
each other out is all.

So think about it.

Good talk.

You know, I never thought
of a pepper

as being a vegetable...

...but it makes perfect sense.

I like the cilantro.
A little Mexican flair, huh?

Very creative, kiddo.

You hate the peppers.
Don't you?

No. The peppers are great.

I'm just gonna get some air.

Jacques, I have to get
something off my chest

The other day, you asked me
what I was wearing for Halloween

and I said I wasn't dressing up.

I lied. Truth is,

I didn't want you to know
what I was wearing

because I don't want you
to know who lam.

Right now, these emails,
they feel like

this totally safe place.

I'm just not ready
for my whole world to change.

I hope you understand.

Yes, Blue. I understand.

Okay, if you want me
to help you with Abby,

you cannot eat that.

So you're gonna help me?

Yeah.

Simon, that is fantastic news.

I really think that Abby and I
are meant to be together.

Really? Do you?
Mm-hmm.

It's not all about looks, Simon.

Okay. So you're banking
on your great,

blackmaily personality
to get the job done?

Where are we going?

Your place.

We're gonna see
if you have anything

that doesn't scream
"punch me."

Actually, I've got swim lessons.

Cancel it!

Okay, I just have to
call my mom first.

She has to approve everybody
that comes in the house.

All right. Here we go.

All right. And here we are.

This is where the magic happens.

Wow.

Ooh. Correction.

This is where the magic happens.

I've been dabbling
in close-up illusions.

Does Abby like magic?

No. Martin, I don't think
she does like magic.

But, um,
there's a really thin line

between laughing with someone,
and laughing at someone.

And you are that line.

So, if you want
Abby to like you,

what you have to do
is you have to

make her see you as more of a...

As sexy Martin!

Yeah! Yeah, I could be sexy.

You like dudes. Tell me.

What part of me
do you find the hottest?

- No. I'm not doing this.
- No. Come on.

No, Martin.
I don't want to answer that.

Look, if you said my shoulders

I would dress to accentuate.
You know?

You know what?
Here's your first tip.

Ripped.

Girls,

they don't want
to read your clothes.

I think you're wrong
about that one.

- How many of these do you have?
- Hey, can you...

Please, just stop! Hey! Stop!

Look, I don't want your help
in changing me.

I want your help in getting
Abby to like me for me.

Look. Um...

there's a party this Saturday.
At Bram's.

Do you want to go
with my friends and I?

Yes!

Yes! So simple.

Must be why
they call you Simple Simon.

Nobody calls me that, Martin.

Hey, uh, do you want to,
like, sleep over?

Nope.

Oh, hello.

Hey, what's up?

- Nice, right?
- Nick.

Good?

This is, like, a new level of
laziness, even fur you.

What do you mean?
I'm Cristiano Ronaldo.

And you couldn't
even be bothered

to fill in the letters
on the back?

No, come on. Give me that.

You are a bully.

Hey. Don't
talk about Yoko that way, man.

Because if you do,
you're out of the band.

Who are you guys supposed to be?

John Lennon and Yoko Ono.

Oh! I thought she was the girl
from The Ring,

and you were Jesus.

Jesus? No. Why would Jesus be
wearing a white suit?

I don't know. You tell me.

You're the one who decided to
dress up like fancy Jesus.

Oh, my God. Okay. Come here.

- Turn around.
- I'm here.

- Turn around.
- Okay.

Okay. Way better.
Is it good? Is it?

Yeah. Now, we need to do
something about this hair.

Maybe slick it back?

It doesn't do that.
It doesn't slick back.

Wonder Woman in the hizzy!

Hi!

I made up a catchphrase,

'cause Wonder Woman
doesn't have one.

"Hizzy" means house.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Right. Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh, Abby, you look amazing.

Thank you!

Yeah.
You look awesome.

I'm gonna go make
those frozen pizzas.

- All right.
- Yeah, I'll help.

That's a nice costume, for real.

Thank you.
What? Cristiano Ronaldo!

Nailed it.

Do you remember
when we went to school

dressed as Charlie's Angels?

Oh, my God, yes.

And Nick's balls fell out
of his booty shorts

when he, like, dropped down
to do the gun pose?

Mm. Do you miss
trick-or-treating?

What, you mean instead of, like,
going to loud parties

pretending to like
the taste of beer

and feeling too
self-conscious to dance?

I don't know why
you feel self-conscious.

I mean,

you are very clearly the coolest
person at our school.

I'm pretty sure you're
the only one who feels that way.

But thank you.

Who's that?

I invited Martin.

Martin Addison?
Why?

Is this a Make-A-Wish situation?

No, he's cool.

Hey.

Oh, looking sharp.

What the...

- Guys.
- What are you supposed to be?

Isn't it obvious?

Ah! I'm a Freudian slip.

Abby. Wonder Woman.

Just pick a song already.

Hey, Nick, uh,
can you not rush me?

Honestly, I can't
choose. There's so many.

That's like Netflix.

You know, trying to pick
a film on Netflix.

I'm like...
"Am I in an Apatow mood,

or am I in a Billy Wilder
mood?" You know?

Ooh, play Drake. Yes.

Uh, no. Drake is, like,
super played out at this point.

You can't play out a rap god.
Doesn't happen.

Impossible.
First of all,

he's not a rap god.

And second of all,
I'm looking for some Beyoncé.

Oh.
I just can't find "Lemonade."

Hey. Here's an
interesting question.

I love Beyoncé.

What makes you
guys feel nostalgic?

You do?

I mean, I think everybody
kinda likes Beyoncé.

Minds grape soda makes me
feel very nostalgic.

What are you talking about?
What makes you feel nostalgic?

Hey, Abby.

I bet you're gonna have
the best costume tonight.

- Thanks.
- Nah, you're welcome.

What the hell, Spier?

Hey, why is Nick
still flirting with Abby?

I don't know, Martin.

Maybe you shouldn't
have worn a dress.

You look like a drag queen

rolled around
in magnetic poetry.

Hey, Abby!

Whenever you need a refill
of your drink,

I'll be
your designated bartender.

So don't worry.

Okay. Hey, Chloe,
come here!

Yo, yo, yo!

Hey. John Lennon?

- Yeah. You got it.
- Nice.

And, um, Nick you're...

You're Nick.

No. No. I'm Ronaldo.

- Oh, My bad.
- Obviously.

Who are you supposed to be?

Oh. Uh... I am post-presidency
Barack Obama.

So I'm just chillin' in
Hawaii, drinking Mai Tais,

writing memoirs and hoping
Trump doesn't destroy my legacy.

That's awesome.

Thanks. Now let's go
to the bar. Come on.

Yeah.

Hell yeah.

All right, we should
have a little toast.

No, thanks. I'm driving.
And Simon doesn't really drink.

No, I drink.
It's cool. I drink.

- All right, that's my man.
- Really?

You wouldn't even have a glass
of Manischewitz at Leah's Seder.

No, it's Halloween, man.
It's a special occasion.

True that.

Cheers.

You Okay?

You're good at this.
You got this.

Abby is the hottest
Wonder Woman I have ever seen.

Yeah.

The shit that I would let her
do to me with that lasso.

Oh, I know, man.

Just, like, tie me up
with that thing.

You're not into Abby, are you?

No, no, no.

I mean, it's not like I...
She's cute...

Yeah.
...but she's just

not really my type.

Not because she's black.
I love black women.

Not like, you know, I have
a thing for black women,

I just love all women.

MARTIN

Oh, oh. Oh!
Oh!

Oh, hey.
Hey! Oh, hey.

Hey. Mm.

- I'm gonna go ask her out.
- What? No.

- No? No?
- No.

- You can't ask Abby out.
- Why not?

Because. She didn't tell you
about Jonathan?

- She didn't tell you about that?
- No

He's older.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
In college.

He's really experienced.

You know I've only
had sex once, right?

I know that.

You know,
it's like no one tells you

how dark everything is

and how slippery everything
gets, and, you know,

the pans you think
are the right parts

are actually
the wrong parts and...

All right, I'm gonna go eat
my feelings away.

Man, I'm sorry...

No, it's okay.
Don't worry about it.

Whoa, whoa.

- Hey, Simon!
- Hey.

Hey, you wanna play Beirut?

Yeah. Sure.

We just need two more people.

How about you and me,
and then, um...

Let me pour. I insist.

Abby and Martin?

- Okay, cool.
- Hey, Martin.

- Yeah.
- Abby.

Let's play Beirut.

No, I don't...
Yeah. Let's do it.

Come on, let's go.
It'll be fun. It'll be fun.

Good old competition.

Ready?
Yeah, I'm ready.

Beirut. Right?

Yes!

Okay. Have you ever played
Beirut before?

Uh, totally. Yeah.

Great. All right, so,
two reracks, no blowing

and two balls in the cup means

that you have
to take three, okay?

Okay. Cool.

I thought we were talking
about a different game.

We'll just explain
as we go. Okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay. Got it.

Ready?

Maybe you should take these...

Oh.

You'll see better.

Right?
Good idea. Yeah.

- All you.
- Raindrop!

Here we go, all right.
You got this one.

Oh, is that...
This is mine to drink?

God.

Oh!

All right.

Chug! Chug! Chug!

Do we need a handshake?
Is that...

You get one of these in

and we can totally
have a handshake.

Fly it away. Fly it away.

Chug, chug, chug.

- Sweet!
- All right.

Hey, Bram. It's me, Jacques.

Hey, Bram. I'm Jacques.

Hey, Barack. It's me, Jacques.

Why did I pick Jacques?

Yeah, no problem.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I thought
this was the bathroom.

Sorry.

- I'm starting to get so tired!
- I am so tired.

Hey, Martin, not now, man.
All right? I've had a big night.

Oh!

Really? Really?

I'm sorry.

Come on!

- What are you doing?
- I don't know.

Okay, come on.
We gotta get you home.

Look, we're so close!

Oh, my God!

Wait, what?

Dude, my parents are still up.

Oh, God.

Oh...
Okay, you know what...

Come on.

I need you to think of
something really sad...

Uh-huh.

Like, the documentary
about how all the whales

hate living at SeaWorld.

Too sad!

God. Okay, then just,
you know what,

don't say anything at all...

And we'll ditch the barf shirt
till tomorrow.

Okay.

- Si?
- Yeah.

Just as little as possible,

say as little as possible.

So how does that work?

I know, I remember
when I went to...

Hey, guys!

Hey!
Hey!

Come talk to us.
Hey!

How was the party?
It was really fun.

- Was it?
- Yeah.

Aces.

Huh.

Uh, well. Thanks for
letting me stay over.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Yeah.

You've been
staying over 10 years.

You don't have to thank us.

Oh. Yeah, thanks.

Stop. Shh!

John Lennon was wearing
a woman's sweater.

Mm.
And he's drunk.

Definitely.
So how do we feel about that?

Well, he didn't drive drunk,

and he's home
before curfew, so...

Good. That's what I thought
we thought.

Yeah, that's what
we think, right?

Yeah. We're good parents.

Yeah, we're good parents.
Right?

The room stopped spinning.

Do you ever feel weird?

- Weird?
- Yeah.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm always on the outside.

What do you mean?

Like tonight, you know...

I was at that party,
and it was fun, but...

it kinda felt like I was

watching it
from across the room.

I don't know,
there's this invisible line

that I have to cross to really
be a part of everything

and I just,
I can't ever cross it.

I feel that way sometimes, too.

Not tonight you didn't.

Yeah, I was trying something.

Yeah, sometimes I think
it'd be so much easier

to be one of these people who
can just take a few shots

and then hook up
with whoever's closest.

Yeah, I guess I'm just unlucky.

Unlucky?

Why?

Because I'm not a casual person.

What kind of person are you?

I think I'm the kind of person
who is destined to care so much

about one person,
it nearly kills me.

Me too.

It's getting late.

Si?

Yeah?

Good night.

Good night.

Dear Blue,

so one of my friends
likes the other,

and he has no idea.
I guess we all have secrets.

Anyway, I've been thinking about
why I haven't come out yet.

Maybe it's because
it doesn't seem fair

that only gay people
have to come out.

Why is straight the default?

I have something
I need to tell you.

Mom, there's something
I have to tell you.

Can we talk?

Yeah.
Mm-hmm.

I'm straight.

I'm sorry, Mom, it's true.

I like girls.

I like men.

You get that
from your daddy's side.

I'm in love with Nick.

I feel like I've been raising
a stranger.

Yes, absolutely, you have.

I'm heterosexual.

Oh, God. Help me, Jesus. Please.

Or maybe it's because
I can't be sure

this whole "being gay" thing
is forever.

Or maybe it's that there's
not that much

of high school left and pan
of me wants to hold on to

who I've always been
just a little longer.

And then, when I go to college
in Los Angeles,

I'll be gay and proud,
I promise.

Yeah, maybe not that gay.

I'm not sure who I'm promising.

I'll keep ruminating.

Love, Jacques.

Shit!

So, yeah,
after swimming with dolphins,

we fly to Saint Martin
for New Year's.

Anybody else,
Christmas in the Caribbean?

Staying here.

We have a classic
Spier tradition

of French toast
on Christmas Eve.

I'm going to an unheated
vacation house

in the middle of nowhere.

As is our bleak
family tradition.

Ow! Ow!

Oh, man. Oh.
You okay?

Oh, yeah, that's a paper cut.

Overdramatic.

Um, Simon, do you know
where the bandages are?

Yeah. They're just
in the supply closet.

Okay, do you mind showing me?

Be right back.

He's like a nurse, this man.

Okay, I don't actually have
a paper cut.

I know that, Martin.
You're a very bad actor.

What, you think this is funny?

Simon, look,
I don't wanna have to

leak your emails, all right?
But I will.

Look, you cannot
bring Blue into this, okay?

If he found out
that my emails got leaked,

he'd get totally freaked,
all right?

He'd never talk to me again.

Yeah, probably not, you know?

The Internet's a freaky place
to meet people.

- Yo.
- Hey!

Hey!

Fun movie! Freak.
Freaky Friday.

That's a fun movie!
Freaky, freak, freaky.

I need a Band-Aid.
Those programs are a bitch.

Erm, yo. Martin was having
trouble running his lines

and we were thinking we could go
to Waffle House and go over 'em.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That would be great.

I'm insky.

- Good work, Spier.
- Go to hell, Martin.

Jacques,
if I were a betting man,

I'd say you were drunk emailing
me during that last letter.

Don't worry. I liked it.

As for coming out,
I know what you mean

about wanting to waft
till college.

But our emails have inspired me.

I'm going to tell my family.
So thanks, Jacques.

Love, Blue.

Yeah.

Hey!

- Madame.
- Oh.

Simon...

How the thespians
rehearse, right?

Hey, guys.

What can I get you?

Lyle! You guys know Lyle?
We have Latin together.

I don't think so.

Hi. How's it going?

Actually, we had Bio together
last year?

- Oh, really?
- It's Simon, right?

Yeah. Yeah, sorry,
I don't, um...

It's okay.
It was like a big class,

and I have a good
memory for faces.

What can I get you guys?

Well, we plan
on being here for a while.

So, we're gonna start off small
and go larger.

Probably get some bacon first,
some sausage. I'd say...

"You're right. I'm much
too strange and extraordinary.

Much! And much too distracting!"

Wow.

And you never did any acting
at your old school?

No. Can we get back to...

And yet,
you're from D.C., right?

Yeah. Can you give me
my next cue, though?

So why did you move here?

Because my parents got divorced

and my aunt found us
an apartment in her building.

- Why'd they get divorced?
- Why dues it matter, Martin?

Are you writing
a book about girls

from a broken home in D.C.?

So?

I thought that my dad

was the greatest
person on the planet.

But it turns out that he's
just a sad, tired loser

who hates his job,
drinks way too much beer,

and cheats on his wife.

To make up for all the stuff
that I just mentioned, so...

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.

You deserve the father
that you thought you had.

You know what, Abby?

You deserve a goddamn superhero.

Okay, thank you.
Let's get back to the...

Say it.

What?

I wanna hear you say,

"I, Abby Susso,
am an incredible young woman

and deserve
a goddamn superhero."

I'm not gonna say that, Martin.

Okay. Well, um...

I won't stop until you say it.

Okay.

What are you...
Excuse me.

- Waffle House patrons!
- Martin. Martin, stop.

- Pardon the interruption.
- Martin.

I would just like to say
that Abby Susso here

is an incredible young woman.

Martin, please.

And deserves
a goddamn superhero.

- Okay, okay...
- That's right. Abby Susso!

Abby Susso I'm Abby Susso!

- Is an incredible young woman!
- I'm Abby Susso!

Incredible young woman,
and deserves...

A goddamn superhero.
A goddamn superhero.

A goddamn superhero!
A goddamn superhero!

A goddamn superhero!

Yeah.

All right.

Breakthrough. Yeah.

Okay, you can all go back
to your meals. Thank you.

Please sit down. Please.

Well...

Well, let's get back to...

my entrance into your song.
I'm gonna take five.

"Ah, the Kit Kat Klub
proudly presents...

I'll be right back.

...a beautiful woman
coming straight from England."

Sally Bow/es, everybody."

Hey.

Were you in Bio when they did
that identifying leaves test?

Yes. And Joel Winslow
ate that poison ivy.

Because Doug Fogerty told him
it was pot.

- Right.
- Poor Joel.

I think he just wants
to be liked 'cause...

you ever notice that he has
extra pens in his backpack?

Like, you know,
he's just waiting for the day

that someone comes up
to ask him for a pen?

And then he can be that guy
to give 'em a pen.

You see everything,
don't you, Simon?

I don't know.

But Simon means
"the one who hears"

and Spier means
"the one who sees"

so you put that all together

and pretty sure that means
I was just destined

to be up
in everybody's business.

I've gotta get back inside

and scrub down
some waffle irons.

- Duty calls.
- Indeed.

I'll see you in there.

Yeah, I'll see ya.

Hi.

So my dad's flying in
tonight for Hanukkah.

If you are thinking,

"But Hanukkah isn't
for another month!"

Well, you are correct.

Welcome to navigating
divorced parents.

Take holidays
where you can get them.

And my dad's staying at the
same crappy motel as always.

Well do all our
horribly awkward traditions.

Well light the menorah
and I'll silently pray

that the sprinklers
don't go off.

That's happened twice before.

Would you believe I'm
considering doubling down

and turning
this whole awkward mess

into a coming out thing?

Do you think I'm crazy?

No, Blue,
I don't think you're crazy.

I think you're crazy brave.

Honestly, Martin used to
annoy the crap out of me.

But he's actually kind of
a cool person.

I've been meaning to ask you
about your parents.

I just didn't wanna say anything

when we were actually
in the restaurant.

I wasn't sure if you
wanted to talk about it.

Yeah' No, I don't mention it
a lot

because it kind of messes
with my image.

What kind of image?

The girl who is excited to start
a new school senior year.

Girl whose life didn't
just end, like, three months ago,

who's angry and sad
all the time.

Girl who still believes in love.

Come on.
You still believe in love.

Maybe.

Have you ever been in love?

I think so.

Abby.

Yeah?

I'm gay.

Oh.

You can't tell anyone though.

Nobody really knows,

and I don't really want people
to find out.

I won't. I promise.

Okay.

You surprised?

No.

- So you knew?
- No.

But you're not surprised?

Do you want me to be surprised?

I don't know.

Okay.

Well, I love you.

So...

Love you, too.

There's no one behind us.

You don't have to put
your blinker on.

- Okay, just being safe.
- Yeah.

Dear Blue, I hope
it goes okay with your dad.

Whatever happens,
you inspired me.

I came out to my friend tonight.

And I never would have
done that without you.

Maybe we should ride
this bravery train

and reveal our identities.

I'm dying to know who you are.
Love, Jacques.

Hold my dad.

It was insanely awkward.
But also, kind of fine.

And you got it backwards.

It's you who inspires me.

But I'm sorry,

I'm just not ready for us to
know each other's identities.

Love, Blue.

Hey! What are you doing?
I'm a fry shark!

Yeah!

- That is good.
- You're a good fry shark.

- Thank you, thank you.
- I like that.

I didn't even know
you were coming near.

- You know what day it is?
- What day is it?

Must be Friday!

Oh!

I guess I'm being loved,
right? Right?

Yeah.
Excuse me.

Hey, what do you get
when you get black and Jewish?

- What?
- Bluish.

That's mean.
Simon?

Since when does Abby find
Martin so goddamn funny?

Yeah, it's crazy.

You know, this is stupid.

I'm just gonna tell her
that I like her.

And I've been thinking

the whole sexual
experience thing,

it's not that big of a deal.

And, actually,
I've been practicing, right?

I got this thing online.
It's really cool.

It's called a pocket puss...
Abby likes Martin.

She told me herself.

But he's Martin.
I know.

Look, I don't care.
I'm gonna try.

Hey, wait, wait.
What about Leah?

What about Leah?

Dude.

Leah's in love with you.

No, she's not.

Are you kidding me?

I mean, come on.
The way she looks at you

and how she's been all jealous
ever since Abby's been around?

And she blushes every time
you come into the room.

Look, you and Abby...

it's never gonna happen.

But you and Leah...

I mean, you could be
incredible together.

- Hey.
- What's up?

So I have something to tell you.

Nick just asked me to get dinner
before the homecoming game.

Okay.

No, like, Si, he was like...

He came up to me and he's like,
"Do you wanna go get dinner?"

All right, and I was like,

"Sure, are Abby and Simon in?"
And he was like

"I was thinking it could just be
the two of us. Like, a date."

That's amazing.

It is?

Yeah.

Leah, come on.

I know you're into him.

What?

All that stuff that
you were talking about

the night after
Bram's party, about,

you know,
being so into one person

that it almost kills you.

You were talking about Nick.

Uh...

So you think
I should go out with him?

Yes. Yes.

Okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

I promise you,
you're not gonna regret it.

It's gonna be great!

Let's pull out
your claws, Grizzlies!

Oh!

Simon, that Almont QB
is insanely hot.

We can talk about stuff
like this now, you know.

Yeah, I still don't know

if I really quite
figured out how.

- Seriously?
- Yeah.

We gotta practice.
All right. Simon.

Yeah?
Do you think

that quarterback is lookin'
fine in those hot pants?

He's lookin' pretty fine.

No. No. No.

Fine! Good.
Put your body into it.

Fine!

That was really good.

That was so good.
Thanks.

Hey, check it out.
It's the Waffle House guy.

Oh, yeah.

Whoa.

Lyle?
I don't know. Could be.

I don't know.
Do you think he's...

I don't know.

Okay, well,
you should talk to him.

I'm gonna go get a coffee.
Look, you are fine!

You got this.

Hi.

Hey. If it isn't
my favorite waiter.

Ah, there he is.
The guy who sees everything.

Yeah.

Hey, I wouldn't have taken you
for a homecoming guy.

Oh, just here for the coffee.

Of course. Yeah, it's all
about the cappuccinos

and camaraderie for this guy.

I'm glad you're here.

You are?

Yeah.

'Cause I wanted to
ask you something.

I was gonna ask you
the other day

and then I was, like,
too chickenshit.

What's Abby's deal?

I know you and her
hang out a lot.

Are the two of you
like a thing, or...

No.

No, uh, we're just friends.

I could never be just friends
with someone that hot.

Yeah!
Every day is a struggle.

I gotta go. I'll see ya.

Hey! You!

Little birdie told me
you're into bears!

Dude! It's me!

I'm the Creekwood bear.

Of course you are.

Thank you.

Not a compliment.

Hey, um... I figured out
my next move with Abby.

Great, that's good for you,
Martin.

I just wanted to run it by you
real quick.

No, Martin, look.

I've been helping you for weeks

and I am sick and tired
of helping you

mess with my friends' lives.

So why don't you
just do that shit

that you did at Waffle House?

That went great.

So you're saying
I should go for it?

It's kind of a big gesture.

Go big or go home!
Right, Martin?

Go big or go home.

I like that.
Thanks for the pep talk, man!

Gotta get amped up.

Come on!

We're gonna take ya!

Ethan!

I didn't know you like football.

He's just here
to check out the packages.

Didn't your mother ever tell you

not to grab your
micropenis in public?

Could we get some hummus
for that baby carrot?

Shut up, man.

Hey, guys.
What's up? Hey.

How was dinner?

It was good.

Yeah, uh, we got soup dumplings.

That dumpling place
I told you about?

Yeah.

You know, maybe you could go
with Martin.

Why would I go with Martin?

Please stand
for the national anthem.

This goes out
to all the refugees.

And my vocal coach,
Monica Lewis.

Yeah!

What the hell are you doing?

Sorry. Hi.

Hi, everyone.
Uh, sorry to interrupt.

Why are we interrupting
the national anthem?

But I have something to say...

that's a little more important
than the national anthem.

No offense, America.

Abigail Katherine Susso...

when you transferred
to Creekwood High School,

just a short three
and a half months ago,

you not only transferred
into a new school,

you transferred your way
into a new heart

belonging to me.
My heart. Right here.

And whether It was being
your partner in pong,

or your Waffle House warrior,

I have cherished...

the 135,300 minutes
that we've spent together.

Oh, I'm sorry.

135,301 minutes.

And I know that you're
this smart, talented

perfect creature.

And, uh, I'm just a sweaty
schlub in a bear costume.

But like old Bogie used to say,

it's a "crazy mixed-up world."

So, Abby,

without further ado...

will you go out with me?

She's too hot for you, assface!

Excuse me. Sorry.

Just say yes. Say yes.

Martin...

I am so sorry.

I don't feel that way about you.

You don't?

No.

But I really like
hanging out with you

and I don't know, maybe we could
still be friends, you know?

Yeah, uh...

Are those doves?

No, no, hey, hey! Suraj!

Hey! No, no!
She said no! No, don't.

Yo, I thought you said
she liked him.

Not the ceremonious
dove launch I was hoping for.

But still uplifting to free
some birds.

Yeah.

Okay, uh...

Enjoy' the game.

Nice try, Martin!
And way to go, Martin!

You gave it a shot! Right?

That was terrible.

Don't worry, people will gel
over it in a few weeks.

This is Donald J. Trump.

Martin Addison can'! Come
to the phone right now.

Hey, Martin, it's Simon. Again.

Um, look, I wanna make sure
you're doing all right.

I know it's been tough
since, uh...

Well, you know since when.
Um, listen. Just...

Just give me a call back, okay?

I just wanna make
sure you're okay.

Hey! What you doin' in there?

Really?

I need you to help me decorate.
Untangle these for me, will ya?

This is not cool. I'll be down
in a minute, okay?

- What's not cool?
- I'll be down in a minute.

The fact that you're on
a ladder next to my room!

I can still clearly see you.

All right, there you go.
Okay. Merry Christmas.

Jacques,

I'm drinking eggnog and packing
to go to my dad's cabin

on Lake Rabun.

I'm pretty sure there's a photo
of it on the Wikipedia page

for "middle of nowhere."

Middle of nowhere.

I'm going to an unheated
vacation house

in the middle of nowhere.

Oh, shit.

There's barely electricity
and definitely no cell service

so this will be my last email
for a while.

It should be a real
rite of passage.

A dad and his gay son
pretending they like

to fish and trying to find
things to talk about.

It's gonna to be
an excruciating two weeks

without you, Jacques.
Love, Blue.

Sounds like you're
gonna need some good music.

So I'm sending a list
of the seven best

Christmas songs of all time.

Of course it includes
David Howie's

"Little Drummer Boy,"

and Smokey Robinson
& The Miracles'

"Christmas Everyday,"

but the number one song
you're gonna need,

and trust me, I know this sounds
a little bit twee...

- Si, have you seen it?
- Hey.

Seen what?

CreekSecrets.

You need lo look
at your computer right away.

Dear fellow Creekwood students,

Simon Spier
has a secret male pen pal.

Because he's gay.

Interested parties
may contact him directly

to discuss arrangements
for butt sex.

Ladies need not apply.

We should all probably be
talking about this

instead of Martin Addison's
homecoming debacle

which was actually
kind of sweet,

and romantic,
if you think about it.

Sincerely, Anonymous.

Si, have you read it?

I can't talk right now.

- No. Si, wait!
- I gotta go.

Si?

I saw it.

I already reported it.
They're gonna take it down.

It's too late.

No, there's people
who've already seen it, so...

it doesn't really matter.

It's true.

I'm... I'm gay.

Oh...

So what are you gonna do?

I don't know.

You could deny it.

Why the hell would
I deny it, Nora?

I'm not ashamed of it.

You've just never really
said anything.

So what?

What does that have
to do with anything?

What the hell are
you talking about?

Sorry.

I know you're going
off the grid and you won't see

this until you're back,
but something's happened.

You're gonna find out who I am.

And someone posted our emails.

Please don't freak out.
Please, Blue.

I need you to promise me
you won'! Disappear.

Let me open my present.

Honey, I'm trying to
tell you you need to shave.

Does that mean
you're gonna keep cooking?

Yeah, of course. I can
make dinner tonight, too.

- Awesome.
- What's this for?

Oh!

This one, Sherlock.
There you go.

What is it?

Bluetooth headphones.

Do you like the black?
Oh, I love it.

Because I didn't
know if you liked...

This is great.

They have other colors.
He said he likes it.

No, I love it.
Okay. I have the receipt.

He's good.

Actually, I did want to talk
to you guys about something.

What is it?

Uh, well...

Let me guess...

you got somebody pregnant.

No, you're pregnant.

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm pregnant.
- I knew it.

He's got that glow about him,
baby.

- Honey.
- No. Uh...

I'm gay.

Honey.

And I don't want you guys to
think anything different.

I'm still me.

Of course you are.

Oh, Simon.
Yeah.

So you're gay?

Which one of your
old girlfriends turned ya?

Was it the one
with the big eyebrow...

- Jack.
- Jesus Christ.

Dad, can you ever
shut the hell up?

I'm kidding.

- It's not funny.
- I'm kidding, Nora.

Just open up your gift. Please.

It's okay, honey.

- Nora, I got you this.
- Simon.

- That's for you.
- No, that's for you.

That's from me.

It's a Cuisinart.

I love it. Thank you, Simon.

Dear Blue, happy New Year.

I haven't heard from you,

so I'm going to assume It's
because you have no service.

I came out to my entire family
on Christmas.

It didn't go great.

And I've been avoiding
my friends the whole break

for all sorts of reasons.

Change is exhausting.

I feel like there's
nowhere to hide

from all the newness
of everything.

Except here. With you.

Please write to me.

As soon as you get
even one bar of service.

Breakfast burrito?

Thanks.

Hey, Si.

Come sit down.

I'm gonna be late.

Hey. Guys.

Hey, Simon, we need to talk.

So Abby and I hung out
on New Year's Eve, and...

you see, now we're together.

- That's awesome. That's great.
- Yeah, it is.

But then we got to talking
about why it took so long.

Why did you tell Nick
that I have

a boyfriend in college
named Jonathan?

Why'd you make that up?

Look, Martin...

he was the one who wrote
that Creek-Secrets post about me.

He screenshotted my emails

and he's been using them
to blackmail me for months.

What does that have to do
with us, Simon?

He told me that if I didn't
help him get with Abby,

he'd out me.

And I...

That's why I had to
keep you guys apart.

So you made up a bunch of lies.

And that's why you convinced me
to go on that date with Leah?

You know, to keep me away
from Abby?

So, wait. Running lines
at Waffle House

and beer pong at Bram's,

all of that was just to
pawn me off on Martin?

I'm not a piece of meat, Simon.

You know how hard it was
for me to start over.

I trusted you.

Hey, come on, Leah.
I'll take you to school.

Leah. Leah, please.
Listen, listen.

I know I messed up, okay?

But I knew you were
in love with Nick.

And I thought that maybe...
Just stop it!

You know what? You are
insanely stupid, Simon.

I was never in love with Nick.
I was in love with you!

But...

We're... We're us.

Yeah, well...

Sorry.

I've been trying to tell you.

That night I slept over,
I was trying to tell you.

You wanna know
the funniest part?

It's that all these years, you
being so picky with girls,

I thought that maybe it was
because you might like me, too.

And then, you know, you told me
I should go out with Nick

and I realized you were just
never gonna see me that way.

I can deal with you
being gay, Si.

But you set me up
to get my heart broken

when you thought
I was in love with Nick

and that just makes you cruel.

You all right?

Hanging in there.

Uh, for the record,

when I was saying that we have
a lot in common, you know,

I wasn't really... That's not
what I was talking about.

Gotcha.

Just FYI, just for the record.

Okay, great. Thanks.
All right.

Hey, Jackie.

Did you date me because you
think I look like a guy?

No. No, I actually
broke up with you

because you don't look
like a guy.

Oh. Oh, okay. Thanks.

Welcome.

What did he say?

Yeah! Hey, Creekwood!

This one's for you, Spier.

Hey, Ethan.

Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

You like that, don't you, Spier?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, Ethan, Simon likey.

You have something
you wanna say to me?

I said do you have something
to say to me?

I'll take it from here.

Hey, Ms. Albright.

Don't "Hey, Ms. Albright" me.

We're not friends. You're not
gonna braid my hair

or paint my nails.

Get your ass off the table now!

You sweaty, hormonal virgins.

You know what? You're about to
be suspended for so long,

that by the time it's over,
you're gonna be

the fat, bald, unhappily married

wildly mediocre nobodies
you're destined to become.

You can't talk to us like that.

Actually, I can,
'cause I just did.

And you know why?
Because you're just those two

assholes that did
that shitty thing

in front of the whole school.
And guess what?

Nobody feels sorry for those
assholes, especially me.

Now, walk.
Mr. 'North's office now.

Bye.

Uh-uh. That's mine now.

I'mma sell it.
Get my tubes tied.

Why does Mr. Worth
have to talk to us?

I mean, can't we just
let this shit go?

Hey, I'm sorry, Ethan.

None of this ever happened
when just you were out.

You know what they say,
one gay's a snooze,

two's a hilarious hate crime.

You could've told me
you were gay.

I guess I didn't think
we had very much in common.

You're telling me, Simon.

It's not like your
all-hoodie wardrobe

rocks my world.

I don't know.

Maybe I was jealous.

You've been out
since you were 16.

It always seemed
so easy for you.

Easy?

Are you kidding me?

My mom still tells
my grandparents

about all the girls I'm dating

when we go over to their house
for dinner, every Sunday.

She says it's 'cause
they're old and religious,

and it's just easier that way.

I don't know, maybe that's true.

But you should hear her voice
when she talks about the girls.

All right, boys, come on in.

Come on.

All right,
just stand right here.

Get up.

Okay, these gentlemen
have something

that they would
like to say to you.

We're sorry.
Our bad.

That's right.
'Cause at Creekwood High,

what do we believe in?

Tolerance.

And "tolerance" means we respect

Simon and Ethan's choice
to be boyfriends.

- We are not boyfriends.
- Yeah. No.

Hey, whatever you wanna call it,
it's fine with me. Seriously.

We call it "two people

that are not at all
romantically involved."

Yeah, I get it.
Keepin' it casual, man.

I can dig, seriously.

Oh. Simon. Hey, can we talk?

I don't have anything
to say to you.

Please, please.
I just wanted to say

that I was sorry, okay?

I didn't know or think

that people still
did shit like that.

And I got in a lot of shit
for Homecoming,

and I wanted everyone to focus
on something else, you know?

I just didn't think
it was gonna be a big (hing.

I don't care if you didn't
think that my coming out

was gonna be
a big thing, Martin.

Look, you don't get to
decide that.

I'm supposed to be the one
that decides when

and where, and how and who knows
and how I get to say it.

That's supposed to be my thing!

And you took that away from me.

So, look, can you please just
get the fuck away from me?

I saw the posts.
M' know who you are.

Jacques a Dit.

That's what they cal!
Simon Says In France.

Very clever.

I'm sorry, Simon.
I can'! Do this anymore.

- Please, Blue.
- I'm so sorry.

You can't leave me alone.
Everything's falling apart.

I mean, I haven't
even talked to her.

I haven't even
seen her at school.

Anyway, I guess
I'll see you in class, right?

- Yeah, totally.
- Okay.

Later.

Hey.

Hey, Simon.

Is it you?

Are you Blue?

No. No, it's not me. Sorry.

I know you've had
a crazy couple days.

You wanna talk about it?

No, I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.

No, don't worry.
Sorry for bothering you.

Did you know?

I knew you had a secret.

I mean, when you were little,
you were so carefree.

But these last few years,
more and more...

It's almost like I could
feel you holding your breath.

I wanted to ask you
about it, but I...

didn't wanna pry.

Maybe I made a mistake.
No. No, Mom, you...

You didn't make a mistake.

Being gay is your (hing.

There are parts of it
you have to go through alone.

I hate that.

As soon as you came out,
you said, "Mom, I'm still me."

I need you to hear this.

You are still you, Simon.

And you are still the same son
who I love to tease,

and who your father depends on
for just about everything.

And you're the same brother

who always compliments
his sister on her food,

even when it sucks.

But you get to exhale now,
Simon.

You get to be more you
than you have been...

in a very long time.

You deserve everything you want.

My boy.

Hey, Leah.

Hey.
What's up?

What are you doing?

Just going for a run, you know.

Daily ritual.

Yeah, you've never done that.

Have, too.

But you're wearing jeans.

They're my running jeans.

Simon, you're about to pass out.

Okay, fine.
I'm not going for a run.

Hey, Leah. Please, listen.

Look, I know, okay?

You didn't want anyone
to know you're gay.

No, that wasn't just it.

I fell in love with someone.

That guy in the emails...

I love him.

And I knew that if Martin
leaked our emails,

it'd scare him off.

I'm sorry.

I know what I did was messed up.

You're my best friend.

If I'm your best friend,

then why did you come out
to Abby and not me?

Think it was easier.

I've known Abby for six months,

and I've known you for 13 years.

And I knew that if I told you,

that everything
was gonna be different.

I really wanted things
to stay the same.

Tell me about this guy you love.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

It'll help me kill off
Hetero Simon in my mind.

You don't have to kill him off.
He's dead, Si.

Hacking him up with
a mental machete as we speak.

All right. Fair enough.

So, I call him Blue.

Hey, Si.

Yeah?

How long have you known?

Like, I really started to get it
when I was around...

thirteen?

Four years? Four years of...

eating dinner together,

four years of
going to movies together.

Four years of
walking Bieber together.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have missed it.

No. Hey, no, Dad.

All those stupid jokes...

Well, I know
you didn't mean 'em.

It doesn't matter.
I shouldn't have missed it.

But...

in case the message
got lost somewhere I just...

I just want you to know
that I love you.

And I'm really proud of you.

I wouldn't change anything
about you.

Hey. Shit, Dad.

Hey, stop crying.

I'm trying. I'm trying.

Oh, God.

Come here.

How's that video for Mom coming?

Good.
Good, good.

Good.

You don't know how to export it,

do you?
Can you help me with that

- please?
- Yeah.

Okay.
Let's go.

Hey.

I thought maybe we could
sign up for Grindr together.

You don't know
what Grindr is, do you?

It's Facebook for gay people.

Not what it is.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I present to you

20 years of bliss.

Did you guys do this?

Simon and I did it, yeah.

I just helped.
It was mostly me.

Yeah, right.

Really? Really?

I can't believe you did this.

I panicked
and bought you a watch.

That's okay.

You can give me somethin' later
that I can't get in the store.

That's really gross.

Oh, guys, just look.
Sorry, just pay attention.

Just look at baby Bieber!

He was so cute!

Just look at our baby!

Dear students
of Creekwood High School,

As anyone with a half-decent
data plan already knows,

a recent post
on this very website

declared that I was gay.

The delivery left something
to be desired,

but the message is true.

I am... gay.

For a long time, I was killing
myself to hide that fact.

I had all these reasons.

It was unfair that only
gay people had to come out.

I was sick of change.

Bu! The truth is
I was just scared.

Come on, Garrett.
Let's go!

At first I thought
it was just a gay thing.

But then I realized,
no matter what,

announcing who you are
to the world

is pretty terrifying

because what if the world
doesn't like you?

So, I did whatever I could
to keep my secret.

I hurt the best,
most important people.

And I want them to know
that I'm sorry.

I am done being scared.

I'm done living in a world

where I don't get
to be who I am.

I deserve a great love story.

Disclaimer, this is about
to get romantic as eff,

so anyone adverse to
gratuitous feelings

kindly click over
to the BuzzFeed quiz

or resume the porn
you paused to read this.

Did you even use the ladder?

This guy that I love once wrote

that he felt like he was stuck
on a Ferris wheel.

On top of the world one minute,

at rock bottom the next.

That's how I feel now.

I couldn't ask
for more amazing friends,

a more understanding family.

But it would all
be so much better

if I had someone
to share it with.

So, Blue...

I might not know your name
or what you look like,

But I know who you are.

I know you're funny
and thoughtful.

That you choose
your words carefully

and that they're always perfect.

And I know that you've been
pretending for so long

it's hard to believe
you can stop.

I get it.

Like I told you
at the very beginning,

I'm just like you.

- Hi, Simon.
- What's up?

So, Blue...

after the play, Friday at 10:00,
you know where I'll be.

No pressure for you to
show up, bu! I hope you do.

Because you deserve
a great love story too'

Love, Simon.

Okay. They're not
paying me enough for this.

Hi
- LEAH: Oh, my God.

- Oh, my God!
- You were amazing.

I'm not even kidding.

You were, like, insane.
Thank you!

What's up?
Baby!

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, Simon.
Hey.

Do you wanna go to
the carnival with us tonight?

Yes.

- Yeah?
- Yeah!

Yay!

Get in here, Leah!

The love!

Thank you.

- We'll be right here.
- Yeah.

Go get him.
All right.

Yes!
Woo! Yeah!

Go, Simon!

Spier, Spier, Spier!
Woo!

That should last a while.

Oh, my God, look.

I bet he's waiting
for the other gay kid.

Where's Dana?
She'll love this.

You got this, buddy.
Proud of you.

Yeah, buddy!
Yeah!

You got it! Woo!

This is it.

Yeah!

We love you, Simon!

Yo. Can you just...
Come on, no.

Go, Simon!

Okay. That's your
last ride ticket, buddy.

Wait. Wait!

Simon, it's me.

I'm Blue. I love you.

No, you're not.

No, I'm not. I just...

This is so brutal.

Here. I'll tell you what.

I got a couple...
How much is it?

It's four tickets, four bucks.
Perfect. Okay. There you go.

Last one's on me.

Got it.

Last call for the Ferris wheel!

Oh, no, I can't watch.
I can't watch this, babe. No.

This is awful.

Okay, Dora.
Wait, wait.

Can I sit there?

I was kind of waiting
for somebody.

Yeah, I know.

It's Bram!

It's you.

It's me.

But that night at the party...

Yeah.
I was drunk and confused.

And it ended, like,
a minute after you saw us.

And you're Jewish.

Yeah.

Which is cool.

And I'm black, too.

And gay.

It's kind of crazy, huh?

I didn't think you'd come.

Me neither.

Until I was walking towards you,
I didn't think I had it in me.

Are you disappointed
that it's me?

No.

Hey.

Have you seen CreekSecrets?

There are six new confessions,
ail signed.

Listen to this.

'My parents didn't come
and see me in Cabaret.

They hate that I wanna be
an actor.

I don't know if they'll ever
be proud of me.

Taylor Metternich."

Wow.

You're a trendsetter, Spier.

Now, come on, get In the car.
We need to go.

- Good morning!
- Ah, there he is!

- Morning, Simon.
- Top of the morning, kid.

What's this?

- Nora's specialty.
- Mm, coconut?

- Yeah.
- You look good.

- Have a good day, honey.
- You too.

- Is it good?
- It's delicious.

I'll see you guys.
What, you're not gonna eat?

Bye, Simon.

- Mornin'.
- Hey, buddy.

- Good morning.
- Hey!

How you doin', Leah?

Pretty good. Pretty good.

Hey!

Hey.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Everybody in?

- Yes.
- Oh, yeah.

All right, it's too beautiful
a day,

so I think I'm gonna actually
take us on a little adventure.

- Yes!
- Woo!

That's exactly what I need!

Yeah, adventure!