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Simon, thank you for your last message.

You said some stuff
I really needed to hear...

That there's a world
beyond high school and my family.

A world where there are people like me.

You said if I could go and see
your life in New York,

I'd know there's a place where I belong.

And you know what?
I really need to see it.

So, I did something a little crazy.

- Good morning.
- Honey, please.

- Buenos. You going somewhere?
- Good morning.

Yeah. This weekend's that
basketball camp at Georgia State.

The team's leaving right after school.

Did you forget?

I told you about it, like, forever ago.

I gave you a permission slip
and everything.

No, you didn't.

Maybe you weren't paying attention with,

you know, everything going on
between you two.

Did you

- I don't remember a slip.
- No.

Oh.

Here it is.

Uh, yeah, okay.
D�melo, and I'll sign it right now.

Or I can.
I forge Dad's signature all the time.

Permission slips, checks. You name it.

You know we can hear you, right?

I got a bus ticket to come and visit you.

In New York.

So, I hope you're cool with me
crashing on your couch this weekend,

because in 22 short hours,

I'll be in New York City.

Lake, you look perfect in pink.

Like a sexy bottle of Pepto Bismol.

Get a hold of yourself, man.
But thank you.

Uh, everything okay?

I was supposed to hang out
with Victor this weekend,

but I guess he and his dad planned
some last minute boys' trip.

So after bailing on meeting your dad,
he's bailing again?

The nerve!
And what is this about a boys' trip?

I mean, I was not invited,
and I'm pretty sure I'm a boy.

Pretty sure?

Shut it. I am in a terrible mood.

My boyfriend Omar dumped me.

Well, he's making a huge mistake,
Ms. Thomas.

You're a catch.

Oh, thank you, Andrew.

That's very inappropriate
coming from a 16-year-old boy,

but you know what? I'll take the win.

Okay, textbooks. Page 33.
"Self-esteem and depression."

Guess you'll make a move on anyone.

You still mad I kissed you?
I said I was sorry.

Meet me later to kiss this Pepto Bis.

WTH? Who is this for?

You! Wanted to borrow your lipstick.

I had a breakfast burrito this morning that
didn't agree with me.

Are you ignoring me?

I was trying to,
but you won't take the hint.

Feeling a little left out.

What are we all texting about?

Huh. Congratulations.
Lake. Mia. Felix. Andrew.

You've all earned yourselves
Saturday detention

for texting in class.

Told you I was in
one of my terrible moods.

Ugh. Go directly to jail?

Lock her up! Lock her up!

The remote got stuck in the couch,

and your brother spent the day
watching Fox News.

Okay, Carla. See you Monday at 4:00.

Guess who just
booked her first piano lesson?

Why are you so embarrassing?

Um, Pilar,

I was thinking about getting some
new work clothes at the mall tomorrow.

Do you wanna come?

Oh, I totally would.
But I don't want to.

You can get whatever you want,

as long as it's not sexy,
crazy, or over $40.

Can I get my cartilage pierced?

Uh, no.
That would fall into the crazy category.

She can always take it out.

Mmmmm.

If you look like a pirate, I will
pull it out with my own hands, okay?

I'm just...

Okay. Adrian, come help me decide
if I should go helix or snug.

I don't know what
any of those words are.

Come on!

Oh, my God.
Three thank yous, and a hug.

You saw the hug, right?
I didn't imagine that.

Isabel, you are playing with fire.
You give that mouse a cookie,

she's gonna want a glass of milk.

Mm, now I want a cookie.

Victor, I really wish
you'd given me a heads-up

that you were coming to New York.

I'd love to see you, but I'm not there.

What? No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Do you mind?

I'm stuck in Jersey
at my cousin's bachelor party.

Yay. Boobs.

But even though I can't be
your gay sherpa,

I know someone who can.

Someone who's probably
more fun than me, anyway.

Victor?

You remember my boyfriend Bram,
right? Victor, hey!

Hey.
How was your trip?

It was good.
Ah, I'm so excited to meet you.

Whoa.

It's all good. It's New York.
Nobody gives a shit.

Trust me.

It's the weekend.
Nobody's coming.

Love this, but, um, no more hickeys.

You're my sexy little secret.

Right. Right, right. It's like a

a forbidden romance between two spies.

Like... Kissin' Impossible.

Exactly.

Um, okay. Come on. Detention time.

Um, I'll just head in there,
and you stay here and count to ten

thousand.

One... two... three.

I cannot believe I'm here on a Saturday.

I'm missing the hot dad next door
teach his kid how to swim.

Did you guys come here together?
Me and Andrew?

No. He wishes.

Is that a hickey?
What?

Are you hooking up with someone?
No.

No, I burned myself on a curling iron.

Huh. Your hair's straight today.

Who are you? The hair police?

My hair's straight. I surrender!

They're my DVDs, Omar!
I'm keeping them, okay?

You don't even watch Rizzoli and Isles!

Welcome, detention-ees.

Uh, today we're gonna be
getting this place in tip-top shape

for the Spring Fling.

Andrew and Lake, you're a team.

Mia, and... where's Lone Stone?

Here.

I'm here. Sorry, I was

going to the bathroom.

I hear it takes longer to pee
when you only have one ball.

That is not at all medically accurate.

And just to be clear, I have two balls.

There's no shame in just having one.

My father just had one.
Led a very full life. Now get to work.

Hey, you. Goofball.

Stop. I have a weapon.

Oh, my God.

Sorry. The elevator's broken.

But on the plus side, all those stairs
are killer for your glutes.

Uh, who are these people?

Uh, you think that
we could afford an apartment in Brooklyn

with no roommates? No.

I prefer the term "flatmates," actually.

It makes us sound more European.

I'm Justin, with soft J, like "joosh."

I'm Victor.

I'm Ivy. I'm Kim.

And before you ask,
my pronouns are they, them, theirs.

Oh, okay. Nice to meet... they.

So what's your deal?

My deal?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, I'm just, uh, visiting.

I'm Bram and Simon's pre-frosh.

Yeah. We all used to go to
the same high school,

so my college counselor hooked us up.

Wanted to get a taste of NYU. You know,
check out the basketball program.

What?

You wanted to come to NYU
for the sports?

Ooh, your college counselor
hooked you up

with the wrong-ass people, girl.

Ooh! I'm not a girl.

Don't mind him.
He's harmless.

Any friend of Bram and Simon's
is a friend of ours.

Absolutely. You should totally
come with us to Messy Boots tonight.

Yes!

Oh, my God!
What's Messy Boots?

- It is the best party in town.
- Yes.

They have this drag show

where they bring people
from the audience on stage.

Nah.

I mean, it's just, I just have so much
to do with this pre-frosh thing. So...

Um, can I steal you for a second?

Yeah.
Yeah. Okay.

Nice to meet you guys.

Nice to meet you.

What is a pre-frosh?

Okay, what was that? Why did you
tell them that you're my pre-frosh?

Because I don't know them.

I barely know you.

Look, Simon is the only person I've told,
and I

I'm not ready to open up
to a whole bunch of strangers.

Okay. I get it.

And I'm sorry. I forgot how scary it is
when you're first coming out,

even around other gay people.

I'm sorry.

I, I know I came out here
to experience gay stuff,

but it all just feels so...
Gay?

Come on. I gotta show you something,
all right?

Ah! Finally.

I was starting to worry you were
back there getting devil horns

tattooed on your forehead.

Which is a very good look for some people.

Can I see it?

Oh, it's cute! A little hoop.

Do you love it? Oh!

You're rad.
My mom never let me do anything like this.

Well, yeah. I'm a cool mom.

I just really believe that you have to
let your children express themselves.

Right, Pilar?

That'll be 80 for the two piercings.

Two?

What did you do, Pilar?

You said everything was too gay for you,
so, thought I'd butch it up.

You came here for the sports, right?

Let's see what you got.

So, what'd you think?

That was embarrassing.

At Creekwood,
I'm actually considered good.

Oh, I know. These guys are insane.
Yeah.

Jason was in the NBA.

First openly gay player.

Hey, good game, Bram.

Maybe next time you'll even make a shot.

Oh, that's cold.

Get out of here!
He's gay?

They all are. It's a gay league.

We play here twice a week.

I just wanted you to see
that there's no one way to be gay.

Right? You can be femme,
you can be butch, athletic,

or in Simon's case, painfully un-athletic.

But the one thing you can't be is afraid.

Victor, you came here because
you wanted to belong.

I got an apartment filled with
super gay roommates

who would be thrilled to accept you.

So don't be too scared to let them in.

Yeah?
Yeah.

So... everyone here is gay?

Oh, yeah.

- Even Darius?
- Yeah.

He's, like, six-foot-eight.
Oh, you should see him in heels.

That's just me forgetting...

You. Are. A. Cute

I know, right? So offensive.

I mean, it's 2020. Women can be sexual
beings without being labeled a ho-bag.

If anyone got to know Amanda Rogers,

they'd understand that she is just
super affectionate.

Mostly with the football team.

Did you know that Lake and Andrew
are hooking up?

What?

I mean, I don't have
a problem with it, obviously.

But I just don't see them together.
Do you?

No.

I definitely do not.
Will you excuse me a minute?

Andrew. Ms. Thomas wants us to switch.

Fine by me.

I've been pretending to mop for, like,
an hour now, so

you got a lot of work to do there,
Lone Stone.

So...

You're hooking up with Andrew.

What are you talking about?

Oh, cut the charade.
Mia told me everything.

Oh. She saw the hickey that you gave me
and assumed it was from Andrew.

Oh.

This is why I said no hickeys.

But this jealousy thing is kind of hot.

Look, Lake, I've been trying to be cool,

because I don't want to mess this up,

but I'm starting to feel like
you're super embarrassed by me.

No.

No, not super embarrassed. Medium.

Is it the Lone Stone thing?

Doesn't help.

But I... I'd love to keep doing
what we're doing.

You know. On the DL.

Hey, guys.
Hey.

Hey. Hey, pre-frosh.
Hey. What's up?

Justin, that's a lot of look.

Girl, we are going to a drag show,
not church.

Why do so many gay people
like dressing up in drag?

Is it, like, fun to be a character?

Be someone that you're not?

Okay, pre-frosh.

This was me three years ago.

Yeah.

My parents would have me put on
this gorgeous ensemble,

and walk around the neighborhood
and try to convince people

to join a religion that I knew
wanted nothing to do with me.

As you can probably tell,
I was not loving my life.

It was...

It was a dark time.

Anyway...

That was putting on a character.

That was drag.

This is just me being me.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

Um,

my parents are religious, too.

Not like yours, but, um.

I really worry

how they'll react if I ever tell them
that I'm, um.

I'm like you guys.

Why would she want to
punch a hole in her tongue, on purpose?

Because she's demented.
Our daughter is demented.

I told you. I told you--
I was desperate, Armando.

I just wanted our daughter
to like me again.

Isa,
she likes you. Of course she likes you. No!

Ever since we told the kids about Roger,

Victor's been able to get over it,
but Pilar,

she doesn't look at me the same.

And she doesn't know what you did, so,

I'm the only bad guy here.

Wait, no. Hey, listen, I--
Isa!

Quit slacking. Let's go.

You know, you're like, a tall

super tall giant.

Are you hitting on me?

No! No, I'm insulting you.

I'm not good at trash talk,
because unlike you, I'm a good person.

I'm a good person.
I just like busting your ball.

Do you know how many times I scrubbed
the word "Lonestone"

off these walls today?

Twenty-one times.
And each time is your fault.

Ever since you created
that stupid nickname,

I wasn't a person.

I was a joke.

And no girl wants to date a joke.

Oh, come on, man.
I just like to make people laugh.

Nobody's laughing because you're funny.

They're laughing because they don't
want to be the next victim of a dumb

clich�d jock
straight out of an '80s movie.

Mia, why would you tell Felix
I'm hooking up with Andrew?

I don't know. Because you are.

Not that I care. Live your life.

I swear on my crocodile-embossed
Chanel 2.55 handbag

with the black and gold clasps
that I am not hooking up with Andrew.

But clearly, you do care. A lot.

So, what's up?

He kissed me.

No, don't gasp. I shut it down right away.

Or almost right away.

It was the night Victor stood me up
for the fundraiser,

so I was already feeling weird,
and Andrew was there.

He was looking hot in his blazer, and I

I guess he thought we were
having a moment.

Well, were you?

I don't know.

Okay. Do you remember how I told you

I lost my virginity to some rando at camp?

Well, it wasn't at camp,
and it wasn't some rando.

You and Andrew.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because.

The night it happened, I was feeling
really sad about my mom,

and it was just a mistake
that I try never to think about.

Anyway, I'm sorry.

Best friends don't keep secrets
from each other.

Um

I'm actually hooking up with Felix.

Are you, like, totally grossed out?

No! I'm just... uh, s-surprised?

Me, too. Just... sort of happened.

And then it happened again.

And every day since.
Aw!

Well, Felix is so sweet,
and sleeper cute.

And it's about time you like
an actual nice guy.

He is cute, isn't he?
Yeah.

- Oh, it's baby's first gay club.
- Aw!

What do you think?

So, everyone here is...

Gay.

Just a ginger ale for my friend.
He is drunk enough on boys, already.

Oh, you're one to talk.

Girl. Come on.

Yo, I'm Mike.

Uh, nice.

Victor!
He was trying to flirt with you!

He was?

- Yes. You're hopeless.
- Yes!

Get used to it, Victor. I have a feeling
you're gonna break a lot of hearts.

Totally.

You can forget all about that Benji kid.

Wait, how, how did you--.

How'd you know about Benji?

Did Simon tell you guys
about our messages?

Victor, look--.

So you all

just pretended not to know
who I was.

Then you've just been lying to me.

This whole time.

Wow.
No.

Cool.

No, Victor

Ivy!

Look at her.

You know, I'm starting to think
she's keeping us here

so that she doesn't have to go home
to an empty apartment.

Hey, uh, you've known me forever.

You don't think I'm a bad guy, do you?

I mean, I know, uh,
I like to mess with people,

but I'm an nice guy.

And people know that, right?
You know that?

I think deep down, you're a good guy.

But I'm not sure that matters much,

if on the surface you're a total jerk.

Sure you want to sit next to me?
The janitor might see.

I'm sorry about earlier.

You're not embarrassing.

I'm embarrassing for caring about status,
or whatever.

I'm not ready for everyone to know, but.

I did tell Mia about us.

So, baby steps, okay?

Okay.

Guys. Children!

Come over here! Come here.

I have some amazing news.

Omar's taking me back.

Yeah, he really liked
the edible arrangement I sent,

so, um, I gotta rush home
for some sweet, sweet

corn.

So, uh, you're all free to go home.

Thank God. Is anybody else hungry?

Starving. Hot dad neighbor usually
barbecues on Saturdays, so...

Andrew.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Here I come.

- What?
- Can we talk?

Pilar,

I know it's been a tough year,

but all this sulking in your room,
and the tongue piercing,

it's got me wondering, are you okay?

My tongue hurts pretty bad.

I mean, generally, you seem angry.

A lot. Especially at your mom.

You have to forgive her, Pilar.

She made a mistake.

And if I know your mother,

she will beat herself up about this
for the rest of her life.

But she's still your mom.

Same one who sung you lullabies
about Pilar, her star.

So, I'll say it again.
You, you have to forgive her, Pilar.

Have you?

What?

Have you?

Of course.

Victor!

Simon?

Hey, man!

Hey. God, I've been texting with Bram,

and I just felt so bad about
missing this whole thing

that I, I left the bachelor party, and...

Wait, what's the matter?

Why aren't you inside with everyone else?

Look,

Simon, I trusted you.

I thought that what I told you
stayed between us,

but now I realize this whole time you've
been sitting around with your friends,

laughing about my stupid, messed up life.

Well, no. Victor, that's not...

That is not what happened, I swear.

Look, when you first messaged me,
I was touched.

Really. But...

You know, I was scared, too.

I, I know you want me to be this, like,

guru who has all the answers,
but the truth is, I don't.

And I didn't want to push you too hard,
or tell you the wrong thing.

Or make your life any harder
than it already was.

And look, like you said
in your first message,

we're not the same.

I never had a girlfriend.

But Bram did.

And I, I didn't have
super religious parents,

but Justin did.

Every one of my friends
had a little bit to offer.

A little piece of the puzzle.

They weren't sitting around
laughing about your life.

They were in your corner, listening,
and helping, and, and cheering you on.

Why would they want to help
a complete stranger?

Because you're not a stranger.

You're one of us.

To me, that's the best part
about all of this.

Having a community.

A group of friends that gave up
an entire weekend

to help a kid that they've never met,

just because they know that on some level,

we've all been through the same thing.

Because we're family.

So, uh

is it always this cold in New York, or...

Here.

It's a little something to remember
your weekend in the city.

Also, Bram said that he would, uh,

burn it if I wore it one more time.

Shall we?

Ah! You're back!

Oh, my gosh. Victor, I'm so sorry.
Why is nobody dancing?

Ooh!

Thank you.

Aw,
that looks good. Can I have one? No.

- What?
- You gotta earn the fry.

- It's a rite of passage.
- How do I earn a fry?

You look as good as us.

- VICTOR Hey, it's Victor.
- Leave me a message.

Here's Katya!

Woo! Yeah, girl!

New York City! Welcome to Messy Boots.

Can I just say,

you are the sorriest-looking crowd
I have ever seen!

Except this one.

Who's this little chicken?

Come on up here. Get your butt up here.

Woo!

Yeah, Victor!

What's your name, honey?

Uh... Victor.

How's your night going, Victor?

Uh...

It's been the best night of my life.