#and i u say the kissing booth then why is no one hating on jacob elordi in the same way? HUH?
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okay i just watched uglies and i genuinely liked it ngl. i will never understand this collective hate everyone has for joey king????? like ???? am i missing something here????
#and i u say the kissing booth then why is no one hating on jacob elordi in the same way? HUH?#april rambles
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The first Twilight movie is great for what it was idc what everyone else says. It was fun, the soundtrack was amazing, the blue tint was everything. Everyone looked so good, the make up was on point. It was also ridiculous but in an endearing way. It had indie vibes and the lowest budget, but it was the best one. It practically started the trend of YA adaptations. Catherine Hardwicke should have been the one to direct the rest of the movies.
Jacob wasn't even funny while dissing The kissing booth. Went straight to hating without even adding a bit of charm to his comments đ
it was really fucked up that the studio's just fired her when they saw how much money the first movie made and then replaced her with male directors. (them trying to get sophia coppola for like, clout---glad it never happened. she wouldnt have been suited for it bc as she said herself, she 'didn't get it'.) the most iconic thing about the twilight saga was the first movie. you watch the others that followed and they don't hit the mark quite right. new moon i liked, i wont lie about that. but i think Hardwicke would have really done more with the whole romeo and juliet thing. worst movie is eclipse imo.
catherine started the trend and she does not get enough credit for it. she had a vision and then everyone followed suit with the trend.
i dont have a problem with actors complaining about previous jobs, i think we should all be allowed to hate on our jobs with no consequences, but as u said, he wasnt even funny about it. when pattinson spoke of his distaste, he came off self deprecating. but also, im light on pattinson hating twilight in the past bc the twilight-beatles like mania was insane. older female fans were really like, intense and weird towards him and lautner. there was a reason why he was annoyed by it. he's since recanted that now that time has passed.
no offense to elvis #2, but kissing booth movies did not elicit that kind of attention, so i dont know why he's complaining. they're netflix movies, they're no number 1 box office hit(s) twilight saga.
#anon#ask#'noah look at me' is a funny ass line\scene tho like why distance urself fm that just bc of a coppola movie? anyway.
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AMBITION Season 1 â« âThe World Will Never Be the Sameâ [ 1.12 ]
CREATED BY Esther (rapunzles) & Maggie (quincywillows)
WHILE THE WALLS COME TUMBLING DOWN â The auditions for the coveted summer immersion program unfold. Riley and Lucas attend the Jacobs Arts Gala, while Zay and Charlie make bold choices. Farkle makes a statement, and the sophomore class realizes that in real life, there are no rehearsals.
66 Minutes (18K words) || No warnings apply.
[ â Before the Storm ] [ S1 Synopsis ] [ Season 2 â ]
( Follow along with the music on Spotify here! )
Cue title sequence.
Over the opening titles, we hear Farkle murmuring to himself and clearly trying to get something in order. As the title sequence fades to black, it seems like heâs got it figured out.
Farkle: Okay. I think â okay. Here goes nothingâŠ
INT. AAA - COSTUME LOFT - DAY
Open on a tight screen, emulating the format of an iPhone video. FARKLE MINKUS is alone in the costume loft for a semblance of privacy, the camera in selfie mode. Heâs preparing to record, and clearly a man on a mission.
He appears more polished than weâve seen yet, back in his sharpest blazer and with his hair neatly coiffed although still somewhat untamed. Itâs a complete u-turn from how he was starting to mellow over the course of the season.
When he starts to speak, however, that put together facade quickly loses some of its credibility. As he figures out what he wants to say, heâs a bit manic. Heâs himself, but also not quite himself at all. Something is off, but heâs indisputably in a frenzy. That much is certain.
As he starts to speak, the purpose of his video becomes clear â and the fact that he doesnât necessarily intend it to be meant just for him.
Farkle: Obviously, I donât want my name on all this, but â I donât know. Iâll leave it up to you to decide how to lay it all out there. Youâre good at that. Iâm just recording rather than typing because⊠[ a breath ] Itâs a lot. Thereâs a lot I have to say. So, without further ado: a conclusive series of explanations as to why Farkle Minkus was robbed of a coveted Kossal audition spot, when he deserves it more than anyone else. And hereâs why.
This canât end well. Farkle is impassioned as he kicks off his rant, and as he shifts focus to each subject of his tiradeâŠ
INT. MAYAâS APARTMENT - DAY
⊠weâll be following them while his monologue voices over it. He starts off guns blazing with his former best friend, MAYA HART. Sheâs in the midst of getting ready for school, rehearsing her Kossal audition number as she goes. Sheâs practicing 24/7 at this point, she may very well be singing in her sleep.
But sheâs also obsessive over it. Sheâll hate the way one note came out and start the whole thing over from the beginning, becoming increasingly frustrated with herself. Trying incredibly hard to get that vocal power just right.
Farkle: So, letâs get the obvious out of the way. Maya Hart. Sure, Maya has the vocal chops, and she can do runs for days. But is that really deserving of an audition slot on its own merit? When other candidates were clearly as good, if not better? I mean, weâve all heard me â I mean, Farkle â sing, I think we can attribute that thereâs a clear superior performer between the two.
As she grabs her bag and reaches for her phone, she checks her message thread with Farkle. Their conversation has gone totally dry, the two not having exchanged words since the Kossal school-wide picks went up. However, thereâs an ongoing message in her chat box, depicting that sheâs been drafting a message for a while to send him.
Itâs somewhere between a lecture and an apology. Somewhere between being pissed at him for being so selfish and not being happy for her, but also sincerely sorry that he didnât get the opportunity when she thinks he deserves it too. Not enough to give it up herself, of course, but definitely starlet empathy. More than anything, itâs clear that she wants to talk to him. She wants them to be friends again.
In the end, she deletes it. Opting not to say anything at all.
As she heads out the door, she passes KATY HART, who is at the tiny kitchen table. Sheâs working with the sewing machine and doing painstaking alterations to Mayaâs audition dress, having basically made it herself.
Farkle: So then, why Maya, if their criteria are so similar? Well, one might go for the obvious gender route, but itâs much more likely that the administration felt their scholarship student might need a little bit more of a boost. Yes, thatâs right, Maya is on scholarship â insane, considering how terrible her grades are, am I right? But you know, itâs true, nothing is more compelling a support system than sympathyâŠ
Maya gives her a kiss on the cheek as she leaves, thanking her for working on the dress. Katy pats her cheek, sending her on her way.
INT. RILEYâS BEDROOM - DAY
Next up is RILEY MATTHEWS, starting off her day by adjusting pieces of her moodboard. Sheâs pinning up her honorary invitation to the Jacobs gala â right next to the âyouâre betterâ notes exchange. She lets her gaze linger on both, a smiling brightening her face as she pulls her bag onto her shoulder.
Farkle: Speaking of sympathy, thereâs a lot of that at play when it comes to Riley Matthews. Not necessarily towards her â I mean, who needs sympathy when youâve got so many power players in your court to uplift you whether or not you earned it. Think about it, her father is a teacher, her uncle is counselor and essentially second principal and was, in fact, one of the four on the panel for judging. So of course theyâre going to give a spot to Riley, especially given how much dirty work sheâs done for them this yearâŠ
On her way out, she touches the beautiful lavender evening gown hanging on the back of her door. Itâs clear sheâs far more excited about the gala than she was before.
INT. AAA - BOYS DRESSING ROOM - DAY
Focus shifts from Riley to LUCAS FRIAR, not in the technicianâs booth but the boys dressing room. It may be the first time heâs ever willingly stepped foot in the space.
Heâs in front of the mirror, fumbling with his hair in an attempt to make it look presentable. This is likely the most effort he has ever put into his appearance, and itâs clear heâs not having an easy time of it. No matter how much he fusses with it to make it look neater, heâs not pleased with it.
Farkle: I mean, why else would she put in the effort to befriend jackass Lucas James Friar, other than by special request from her favorite counselor uncle in an attempt to make sure he doesnât make a hit list or some shit considering heâs so openly pathetic. Riley Matthews doesnât need sympathy, but sheâs sure good at giving itâŠ
A text comes through on his phone, disrupting his stress. Itâs from his mother. âLet me know about MC ASAP please. App deadline this weekend.â
Lucas takes this reminder in, glancing at himself in the mirror once again. Still fundamentally dissatisfied. Lots to think about⊠lots riding on his hair not looking like a messâŠ
INT. FOSTER HOME - KITCHEN - DAY
For ISADORA DE LA CRUZ, the morning involves dodging her younger foster siblings as she tries to get half a meal in before rushing off to school. TESSA CHAN bumps into her while chasing JULIAN NORTH (12) around the kitchen, causing her to snap at them both.
She grabs her phone before she heads out, checking another text from Riley. Itâs clear sheâs gotten quite a few from her over the past few days, essentially begging her to take her audition slot for Kossal. An interesting choiceâŠ
Farkle: Which explains why of all the people she could be attempting to pawn off her audition slot to, she picks Isadora Smackle. Oh, sorry, I mean De La Cruz. Sheâs had a rough year, with all her famous mom business coming out, so I guess it makes sense that she deserves one shot to prove she actually can live up to the family business without having to do any work for it. Sucks that itâs so late notice her best friend wonât even be there, as heâll be too busy on his pity date with Riley. How tragic.
Isadora doesnât answer, shuffling out the door.
INT. AAA - DANCE STUDIO - DAY
ZAY BABINEAUX is rehearsing his routine for the auditions, clearly having been in the studio for more than an hour or so already. Heâs drenched in sweat, shaking his head, his nerves throwing him off. He can only practice it so many times over before it starts to fall apart.
Farkle: Iâd mention Zay, but considering heâs always bragging about how heâs so above all the drama, I guess weâll see how he feels when heâs not mentioned at all. He does claim to be so constantly overlooked, after all.
Zay finishes another round, obviously not happy with it. He collapses into a sitting position, tugging at his hair before hiding his head against his knees. Pushing himself to the brink.
INT. AAA - COSTUME LOFT - DAY
Farkle rounds out the rant, letting out a resounding exhale. Considering how breathlessly he delivered it, itâs amazing he didnât pass out. He concludes the recording by sharing the same sentiments he declared all the way back at the start of the year â heâs the next big thing, heâs not going anywhere, and this belongs to him. Regardless of what other people have decided or what other factors try to get in his way. And no one should ever damn forget it.
As he ends the recording, the screen returns to normal. Farkle takes a moment to save the video, preparing to send it. After a moment, it becomes clear to whom: AAA Confessions.
He types out a quick message explaining again that he simply recorded the video because there was a lot of content to type, they should put them into separate posts and do whatever with the images, etc. He doesnât want credit, he just wants these truths known.
A second of hesitation conveys that Farkle isnât as war-mongering as he seems. While his thumb hovers over the send button, thereâs the distinct feeling that he knows this canât be the right avenue for dealing with things. Thereâs a part of him who wants to take it back before he even puts it out there.
Yet, he hits send anyway. He releases a huge sigh, exiting out of the private messages and checking the page for himself. Itâs been abnormally quiet the last week or so, no new posts present since Wyatt was brought in for questioning. Some are even wondering if the page is dead for good. Itâs not clear whether Farkle believes that or not.
While he feels a bit cleansed just to vent all of his frustrations, he doesnât seem nearly as satisfied as he thought he would be. Something still feels empty.
Song Cue â« âȘ âEverybody Wants to Rule the Worldâ as performed by Tears For Fears || Performed by Farkle Minkus
The opening tones of the track trickle in as Farkle makes his way down the ladder of the costume loft, back into the darkened and empty auditorium.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
He launches into the song as he makes his way into the glow from the ghost light at center stage, illuminating him in shadow. In spite of its upbeat vibe, Farkleâs rendition of the song speaks truthfully to the ominous undertones that the lyrics provide.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Farkle continues the solo as he parades through the halls. The school is shifting around them, gearing up for summer. The remnants of sophomore year are tumbling down⊠nothing ever lasts foreverâŠ
As Farkle wraps the track, he saunters backwards and disappears into the crowd of students. Focus shifts to CHARLIE GARDNER instead, heading towards the studio classrooms. Heâs carrying a thermos and moving with an impressive amount of enthusiasm for so early in the morning. As he finds the correct studio and steps through the door â
INT. AAA - DANCE STUDIO - DAY
Charlie enters just as Zay is wrapping up another run through of his audition, having managed to pull himself out of a heap on the floor to do it again. Charlie hangs back for a moment to watch, entranced as usual, before he announces his arrival. It totally disrupts Zayâs flow, causing him to jog and turn off the music.
As they get to talking and Charlie asks how itâs going, Zayâs nerves about the audition become more evident. Heâs frustrated that he keeps messing up steps, somehow heâs always a couple beats behind or ahead, and he doesnât know whatâs going on. Heâs totally wigging out, which he never has before.
Charlie reassures him, placing the thermos on the piano top with Zayâs speaker so that he can grab his shoulders and tell him to get a grip. Heâs stressing way too hard for someone so naturally gifted, and thereâs no way the judges arenât going to like whatever he does.
Charlie: I mean, at this point with Riley maybe or maybe not participating and Maya distracted by beefing with Farkle, you could probably walk on that stage and do Teach Me How to Dougie and theyâd still pick you.
Zay: Itâs just âdougieâ â nevermind, I donât have the energy to explain this to you.
Zay laughs mockingly, not buying it. Charlie claims heâs got a pretty light week, so if it would be useful, he can put in the time to help him rehearse.
Zay: You really donât have to do that.
Charlie: Nah, itâs cool. I want to.
So now weâre doing things because we want to, huh? Charlie grabs the thermos as Zay gathers his things, handing it to him when theyâre back together. He questions it at first, before Charlie goes on to explain that itâs his motherâs chicken soup recipe. Itâs basically a certified energizer potion, and he knew heâd been working himself to the bone so he figured he might need it.
Zay: [ after taking a sip ] This is like witchcraft. I thought you Catholics didnât believe in that nonsense.
Charlie canât help but laugh, patting Zay on the shoulder as the two of them head to class.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Riley is at her locker, killing time before class but keeping a careful eye out in the halls. She double takes when she spots Lucas leaving the dressing room hall, quickly closing her locker and jogging to catch up to him.
He slows down and turns to look for her when she calls his name, waiting for her to reach him. The two of them keep walking as she greets him enthusiastically, before getting distracted.
Riley: Did you do something new with your hair?
Lucas: What? Oh, no. No, uh, just [ with air quotes ] âwoke up like this,â or whatever.
Riley: Oh. Well, it looks nice. Youâre still coming on Friday, right?
Lucas: Planning on it. Unless you were thinking â ?
Riley: No! No, no change of plans. Just wanted to confirm. Iâll text you deets later today, Eric is supposed to give me the whole spiel this afternoon.
Lucas: Okay. Cool.
Riley: Cool⊠yeah. Yeah, cool. Super cool.
Lucas asks if Riley was able to figure out the whole conflict with the Kossal audition. He reiterates that she should go to that if she wants to and shouldnât even bother with the gala just because she already extended an invitation to him, but she waves him off. She states that sheâs working on the fix, but as far as sheâs concerned sheâs going to the gala â audition resolved or not. So he shouldnât make any other plans.
As she flutters away, Lucas watches her go. He canât help but smile a bit before he heads in the other direction.
INT. AAA - ATRIUM - DAY
Maya is on the front steps with DARBY WINTERS, SARAH CARLSON, and CHAI FRESCO, back to her old throng now that she and Farkle have cut ties. Sheâs holding court while Darby plays with her hair, trying out some new styles for her upcoming audition. Chai and Sarah are researching makeup palettes, but Maya vetoes everything they come up with. Itâs clear she has no idea what her âlookâ is going to be like, and this is because of the fact that her dress isnât finished yet.
Chai points out that itâs taking an awfully long time for her to get her aesthetic together, considering the audition is in like three days. Shouldnât she know her dress by now? Maya manages to redirect, claiming sheâs best when sheâs working on the fly. The dress is simply taking so long because itâs being custom-made by a New York designer that she has connections with as a favor. She doesnât want to rush an artist.
Sarah and Darby are impressed and chatter about it, but Chai doesnât look all that convinced as she goes back to makeup palettes.
Farkle appears at the other end of the hall, locking eyes with Maya when she raises her head from her phone. They hold eye contact for a long moment, but neither of them move to say anything. Farkle heads in the other direction.
Darby pulls her hair too tightly, pulling her out of the moment. She winces and slaps at Darbyâs hand, earning a quick apology from her.
INT. AAA - JACKâS OFFICE - DAY
ANGELA MOORE is seated across from JACK HUNTER, the mood bittersweet. Sheâs finalizing her resignation paperwork.
Jack reminds her that itâs hardly an official goodbye, as he has the paperwork for her part-time position right there on his desk. She laughs anxiously, grateful for his attempt at making this feel less serious than it is. She admits that she mostly just canât believe that sheâs trying her hand at this crazy dream again.
He reaches out and pats her hand, assuring her that she is one of the most talented people he has ever met. She has what it takes, just like any of the students they teach every day. Angela clearly takes the sentiment to heart, squeezing his hand back before releasing a sigh and passing over the signed paperwork. Despite how many times this dreamy drama coach and analytical principal have butt heads, it is clear they hold an unwavering respect for one another.
Jack asks her how the students reacted to the news, revealing that Angela actually hasnât told them yet. Heâs surprised, and urges her to break the news sooner rather than later. She doesnât want to leave them hanging only to not be there the way they expect next year. Sheâs hesitant, but she knows heâs right. She doesnât have any idea how.
Their conversation is interrupted when Lucas shows up in the doorway. Jack expresses surprise, wondering if he forgot a disciplinary meeting or something. Lucas claims he just wants a second to talk, but he gets the vibe from Angela that maybe heâs interrupting something important and can come back later.
Jack waves him off, dismissing Angela warmly and shaking her hand as she gets up to leave. As she passes Lucas in the doorway and he steps inside, she gives him a tight nod. Then sheâs gone, leaving the two of them alone.
Lucas nosily asks what is up with Miss Moore, but Jack changes tracks back to the subject at hand and asks him what he stopped by for. Lucas claims itâs sort of a weird request, to which Jack blithely points out that there has never been one conversation between them that has not weirded him out in one way or another.
Lucas: Do you have a suit jacket I could borrow?
Jack, somewhat amused: Considering my typical workplace attire, Iâd say yes, I probably have one I can spare. Dare I ask whyâŠ?
Lucas: Well, Riley invited me to this gala thing, and itâs supposedly a pretty spiffy to-do or whatever, soâŠ
Jack: Oh, youâre going to the Jacobs gala?
Lucas: Is that a problem?
Jack: No, no. Not at all. Not what I wouldâve anticipated if you asked me six months ago, Iâll admit, but certainly not a problem.
Jack goes on to explain that heâll also be attending, and plans to carpool with Eric and Riley.
Jack: If it would be helpful, I could swing by and pick you up on the way to get them. If thatâs something youâd be interested in.
Lucas: Uh, yeah. Yeah, that would be great actually.
Jack: Excellent. Sounds like a plan, then.
Lucas: [ clearly weirded out by the pleasantness of the conversation ] Okay. Great.
Jack: Great.
Lucas blinks at him, then reaches forward and knocks the pen Angela was using off the desktop before rushing out.
Jack: Not every conversation we have has to end with you knocking something over!
Lucas: [ from outside ] Weird!
Jack shakes his head, but he canât help but smile in amusement. He picks up the pen from the ground, looking over Angelaâs paperwork with a sigh.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Everything is falling into place â except one slight detail. Riley chases after Isadora as they make their way to the auditorium, making one last plea for her to take the audition spot on Friday. Despite Rileyâs enthusiastic ramblings as to why she should invest in the opportunity, Isadora is highly skeptical. She asks why she doesnât just give the spot to say, Farkle, since heâs being such a brat about the whole thing anyway.
Riley concedes this point, admitting that she could surely give the slot to any of their classmates. But she wants to give it to Isadora, as she tries to make clear as they enter the auditorium.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
A few of their classmates are already seated in the first few rows, Riley and Isadora some of the earliest to arrive. Riley manages to slide in front of Isadora, walking backwards down the aisle in front of her and trying to get her to listen.
Riley: Izzy, you are talented. So talented. And I know that you donât believe it, so youâre never going to take the steps to get these opportunities yourself. [ off Isadoraâs irritated look ] If you take this one, maybe youâll see that this is something you were born to do, just as much as the rest of us. Please. Please?
Isadora: [ hesitating, then sighing ] I may have brainstormed a couple of potential numbers in the off-chance that you didnât let this go â
Riley: Yes! Yes!
Riley claps excitedly and basically skips the rest of the way to their seats, already pulling Isadora into eager conversation about it. So itâs settled â Isadora will be taking the third Kossal audition slot for AAA.
As the rest of the class files in, SHAWN HUNTER takes center stage and works to gather their attention. He gives a brief overview of what the last week of classes is going to look like, discussing their final exams which will involve solo performances or projects of their choice and will be presented to Shawn and Angela only.
While he speaks, Maya waits impatiently in the front and center seat, bouncing her legs and exchanging tense eye contact with him. Finally, Shawn sighs, wrapping up his opening spiel and deferring to Maya who clearly requested permission to take the stage beforehand. She leaps up without hesitation, jogging up onto the stage as Shawn exits.
All eyes on her, Maya claims that in spirit of camaraderie â and also in the search for feedback â she has already prepared her Kossal audition ahead of time and would appreciate if she could give a preview performance. She also makes a subtle dig at Farkle, which is pointed considering her whole number is about to be a rather large âscrew you.â
Maya: And just in case anybody had forgotten, I earned my audition. Hopefully, this will remind you all of why.
Song Cue â« âȘ âDiamonds Are Foreverâ as performed by Sabrina Carpenter || Performed by Maya Hart
A ballsy and banging vocal display, Maya shreds through the pop track with an energy that could only be described as defiant. Itâs as impressive as her solo from the pilot and her audition just an episode ago, but itâs alive with something much more raw and intrinsically her. Itâs on fire, and thatâs a whole other level for Miss Hart.
Still, thereâs something about the performance that doesnât deliver right. Because itâs driven with such a petty edge, it doesnât quite land. On one of the repetitions of âMoney donât buy class,â she make a very pointed head tilt towards Farkle and they lock eyes. He slouches further in his seat, crossing his arms and looking away.
Circling around her, the light throws her in shadow as we transitionâŠ
INT. AUDITION HALL - THEATER - NIGHT
⊠to Mayaâs actual audition, flash forwarding to Friday evening. The lighting is far more dramatic, the auditorium unfamiliar and grandiose. Maya is in her finished audition dress, a killer black number with stunning hair and makeup to match. The stage is backlit behind her and a spotlight shows her in her full diva glory.
In the darkness of the auditorium, a panel of judges lift their gazes, jot notes, etc. Theyâre shrouded in shadow, and far less reactive and friendly than the familiar faculty judges. Itâs impossible to tell what they think of the performance, despite how damningly good it is.
This version of the performance carries us to the end, the angle of the camera lining up so that the fiery mezzo is cast in shadow. Leaving the atmosphere tumultuous, a bit uncertainâŠ
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Maya wraps up the number as the piano tinkles out the last couple chords, obviously more emotionally vulnerable than she intended to get. She takes a deep breath, letting out a curt little âthank youâ before excusing herself from the stage.
Everyone else hangs in the quiet, not sure how to react or what to say. Farkle watches her disappear into the wings, clenching his jaw.
INT. AAA - TECHNICIANâS BOOTH - DAY
Isadora joins Lucas in the booth, taking a minute to find him. Heâs back by his nook, gathering some things to take back to his apartment for the weekend. When he asks what she wants, she begins to explain before getting stuck on another change.
Isadora: [ with a sneer ] What did you do to your hair?
Lucas, embarrassed, fusses it up with his hand and shrugs offhandedly, mumbling an explanation. But Isadora is already past it, explaining that sheâll be auditioning for the Kossal program. When Lucas expresses shock, she elaborates.
Isadora: Riley passed her spot off to me. She said she had some other conflict that she deemed more important.
Lucas: Oh. [ a beat ] OhâŠ
Isadora is clearly excited about the opportunity, in spite of how aloof sheâs attempting to come off. She questions if heâll be able to help her rehearse, or at least guarantee that heâll be there. Everything is unfolding so fast, Lucas can hardly keep up.
Isadora: You are going to be there, right? I donât think I can do this if youâre not there. I know itâs not your scene at all â
Lucas, blankly: I canât. I have another commitment.
Isadora: Seriously? [ snorting ] What else do you have going on?
Not an unfair comment, but a bit harsh. Lucas gives her a look, and she apologizes quickly before reiterating how important it is to her that he be there. Lucas stares at her, clearly torn. He doesnât want to let her downâŠ
Lucas: Iâll see what happens. Maybe I can get out of the thing early. Might need a convenient escape route, actually, depending on how things go â
Although Lucas says it all noncommittally and doesnât sound optimistic, for Isadora itâs as good as a guaranteed yes. Her strength has never been taking tone or verbal cues into consideration, so in her eyes itâs a done deal. Heâs going to be there. She can move forward with it because she knows heâll have her back.
Oh, boy.
INT. AAA - DRESSING ROOM HALL - DAY
Farkle is waiting in the hall outside the girls dressing room, nervously checking the AAAC. As it has been for days, it remains dead quiet. As if that doesnât make his anxiety about the whole thing worse⊠itâs not clear whether he wants it to update or wants confirmation that it will never post again.
Heâs torn from it as Maya emerges from the dressing room, pulled back together but cheeks flushed. She snaps at him, asking what heâs doing hanging around. He straightens up and clears his throat, claiming that she said she wanted feedback before launching into a list of every single imperfection of her performance in a passive-aggressive tirade.
Maya elects to continue ignoring him, brushing her hair out of her face and heading towards the doors to the rest of the school. Itâs the dismissal that truly makes Farkle snap.
Farkle: What, do you really think youâre so much better than me all the sudden? Just because of one audition?
Maya: Bye, Farkle.
Farkle: As if the only reason you have this spot over me isnât because of charity?
Maya freezes, totally hit by that comment. It knocks at the one insecurity Farkle knows she has, that sheâs been desperately trying to keep a secret for so long.
She whips around, marching back over to him and getting right in his face. The intensity of the movement startles him, causing him to fumble back against the wall before he manages to regain his composure and match her glare. Maya claps back at him for his terrible attitude, lamenting how horrible of a friend he is. Her words are sharp, but not necessarily untrue.
Maya: Yeah, maybe I donât have any money. Maybe I canât afford to come to this school or dress the part without a little bit of help. And if people knew, maybe thatâs all theyâd see. But at least I have respect. At least Iâm not so consumed with inferiority that I have to turn on people the moment they prove themselves an actual talent. At least I have friends.
[ Farkle clearly doesnât know what to say. He swallows, jutting out his chin. ]
Maya: [ looking him over ] Well, one less friend, now. But thatâs nothing.
Farkle absorbs the blow, hanging back as Maya storms off. She wipes a couple of tears from her eyes as she pushes through the doors in a huff, but he doesnât see them.
He waits until sheâs long gone to deflate, falling back against the wall before sliding down and crumbling into a crouch. He tucks his head against his knees, like heâs trying to disappear.
As the contrastingly upbeat tones of Zayâs rehearsal track fade inâŠ
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Song Cue â« âȘ âThe Greatestâ as performed by Sia || Instrumental
Thursday. One day left before the auditions.
Zay and Charlie are rehearsing his number together, the latter having picked it up surprisingly fast. They both perform the choreography with equal vigor, side-by-side on the stage and helping one another keep the pace. Itâs a lot of fun to watch them dance it, each of them bringing their own little touches to the moves but also maintaining perfect sync â but itâs somewhat telling that Charlie seems to be outshining Zay. Heâs loose, uninhibited, whereas Zay is stiff. Too in his head. Truly a role reversal.
Nearing the end of the routine, Zay steals a glance at Charlie to see how heâs faring. This throws off his precarious hold on the choreography entirely, causing him to stumble and trip right into Charlie. The two of them collapse in a heap with a resounding cuss from Zay and a yelp from Charlie, landing on the stage with a pointed thud.
Charlie slams onto his back and Zay fumbles on top of him, immediately apologizing and trying to check them both for serious injury.
Zay: Man, Iâm so sorry. I know youâd offered to help, but I donât think that involved breaking your limbs. Are you okay?
Itâs hard to say. Charlie seems just about brain dead, mouth parted open as he tries to catch his breath and staring at Zay hovering over him. For a tense moment, it seems as though he might say something⊠perhaps might do somethingâŠ
Charlie: [ clearing his throat ] Yeah. Yeah, Iâm good.
They disentangle themselves, Charlie wincing as he pushes himself into a sitting position. Zay blithely points out that that impromptu ending is exactly how his prospects feel at the moment, like theyâre going to crash and burn any second.
Charlie watches him for a long moment, then explains that he still thinks Zayâs form is too strict. Ironic, considering heâs never had an issue with that before. He tries to figure out why Zay is putting so much stake into this whole thing â heâs never seemed too bugged by auditions in the past â but Zay redirects and asks why Charlie didnât bother to audition. He knows heâs going through some stuff right now, but so is he. So is everyone. Charlie shrugs it off.
Charlie: Itâs not a big deal. Iâm just a supporting player, you know.
Zay: No, youâre not. How many times do I have to tell you that youâre just as talented as the rest of us? Especially given that you just danced my own routine better than I did.
[ Charlie huffs out a laugh, dipping his head down and looking at the floor. ]
Zay: Youâre some of the best weâve got⊠when you let yourself be seen.
Charlie locks eyes with him, letting the sentiment sink in. Then he shrugs again, pointing out that he has a major family obligation the same evening as the district-wide ones anyway. It didnât seem worth the stress. Zay is a bit put off by this reveal, as he sort of hoped that Charlie was going to be there to see him audition.
Itâs evident Charlie didnât even realize that was something Zay would want. He starts to try and come up with a solution but Zay waves him off, assuring him that itâs no big deal. And good thing, because Charlie doesnât have any simple fixes to his scheduling dilemma. Unfortunate.
INT. AAA - TEACHERâS LOUNGE - DAY
Angela is with Shawn in the teacherâs lounge, lamenting how she doesnât know how the hell she is going to tell the students that sheâs leaving. Shawn points out that sheâs only got two class periods left considering she wonât be here for the last three days next week, so she better figure it out lest she leave them scarred upon their last week of sophomore year.
Teasing aside, Shawn basically dishes out the same advice she is constantly giving all of their students. That if this is truly important to her, then she should just talk from the heart and the message will come through. Or you know, whatever.
It sounds like heâs got the right idea. Angela nods, smiling lightly and leaning forward to give him a light kiss.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
All of the students are assembled for class, discussing the end of the year. Maya asks Zay how heâs doing in preparing for his audition, which he does not want to talk about. Charlie speaks up and claims that Zay is going to do great, which Farkle â seated by himself a couple rows away and isolated â states must be true, because it would be super difficult to do worse than Maya.
Before she can fire back, Riley begs all of them to stop the stupid bickering. The techies nod in agreement, Lucas piping up from next to Riley.
Lucas: It was so nice when you all were tolerable for like two months there.
Maya: Oh, as opposed to you who has been tolerable⊠never?
Angela interrupts the cat fights as she kicks up class, stating that she needs to share a major announcement with them. All of the students, particularly the performers, perk up and give her their undivided attention.
Itâs hard to speak with all of them looking up at her so trustingly. She glances to Shawn in the row behind the techies, who gives her an encouraging nod. She takes a deep breath, going on to explain that sheâs been offered a role in an off-Broadway production. She allows a pause for them to break into excited chatter, applauding and congratulating her enthusiastically.
Then she takes the reins again, voice a little shakier as she continues with the fact that she will be stepping down from her position as performance coach at AAA and thusly, as their instructor. She intends to stay on faculty part-time, so itâs not a total goodbye, but there will be a new teacher coming into the role next fall.
All of the students are surprised. The performers are stunned speechless, especially the divas. Farkle looks absolutely shattered, jaw hanging open and expression blank.
Angela pauses, gathering her composure before getting out one last sentiment. It may be the most important speech she thinks sheâll ever make.
Angela: When I first started at this school, I felt it beneath me. It felt like something to do to pass the time, an unwelcome detour on my personal trip to the top. I thought that there was nothing for me to gain out of this place other than a paycheck and a way to get my parents off my back. I have never been happier to be wrong. [ a beat ] There are things Iâve learned here and experienced here that I would never find anywhere else. About passion, showmanship, collaboration, compromise. The joy of seeing all of you so brimming with talent and ready to share it with one another, with the world, that it reminded me how to find my own again. So even though this isnât goodbye, I want it to be clear that you will always be one of my most important stops.
Lastly, she wants to give back to them one of the many countless moving, brilliant, impassioned performances theyâve given her over the past couple years. Without further adoâŠ
Song Cue â« âȘ âWhat I Did For Loveâ as performed by A Chorus Line Original Broadway Cast || Performed by Angela Moore (feat. AAA Sophomores)
Angela starts the classic Broadway tune off softly, still emotional and not sure sheâll be able to make it through without losing her resolve. But as she looks out at the faces of her students â proud, sentimental, in shock â she manages the power to keep going.
As it progresses, the students begin getting up from the seats and jogging to join their teacher on the stage. Even the techies make their way up to join the group, hanging back to allow the performers to have their moment but paying their respects to Angela all the same.
Angela shares a small moment with each of the performing students, giving them hugs and hand shakes and soft smiles. She gives Charlie a hug and then ruffles his hair. Zay is given a warm hug, and Maya gives her a little cheeky bow once they pull apart.
Farkle is the last to receive his goodbye, choked up as he accepts her embrace. When he hugs her back, itâs clear that heâs holding on for dear life. He lingers longer than anyone else, not wanting to let go.
As the number draws to a close, Angela hangs in the moment harmonizing with her beloved students. They stand in a close circle with the techies hanging back and watching respectfully. The camera eases out and disappears into the dark of the wings, leaving them in peaceâŠ
INT. FOSTER HOME - ISADORAâS ROOM - NIGHT
Isadora is attempting to practice for the audition tomorrow, but she can hardly hear herself think let alone rehearse. CATHERINA GONZALEZ is pacing and chatting loudly on her phone with a friend, and the younger siblings are causing chaos just outside the door.
The situation is unbearable. Desperate for a change of scenery, Isadora heads into the hall.
INT. FOSTER HOME - ENTRYWAY - NIGHT
Isadora is already gearing up to head out, phone pressed to her ear. Sheâs impatient as she heads down the stairs, letting out a curse under her breath.
Isadora: Come on, pick up â
She frowns, pulling her phone back into her hand. Itâs clear that sheâs trying to call Riley, but the line is coming back as busy.
INT. RILEYâS BEDROOM - NIGHT
Thatâs because Riley is already on the phone. Sheâs pacing her room, unable to stay still as she converses with Lucas on the other end of the line. Sheâs giving him all of the last minute details for tomorrow evening.
INT/EXT. LUCASâS BEDROOM / LUCASâS FIRE ESCAPE - NIGHT
Lucas is cooped up on his fire escape, listening intently to everything Riley says. She asks if heâs sure he wants to come along, and he assures her that heâs not going to bail on her now. She checks to see if thereâs anything else they need to work out, or if thereâs anything she should know about before tomorrow.
Thereâs a beat of hesitation, where it is clear Lucas is thinking about Isadora. But he opts not to get into it, stating heâs all good and that heâs looking forward to it. Riley returns the sentiment, both of them bashful as they hang up.
INT. FOSTER HOME - ENTRYWAY - NIGHT
Left hanging, Isadora is forced to go to her next best option. Thereâs a moment of uncertainty as she scrolls through contacts, hovering over one name in particular. This person has been helpful and harmful in the past, but at present it feels like the only chance she hasâŠ
She hits dial, raising her phone to her ear once again.
INT. MAYAâS APARTMENT - NIGHT
Maya escorts Isadora into her cramped apartment, not bothering to be shy about it considering Isadora is already aware of her scholarship status. Maya makes a point of introducing Isadora to Katy, who is hunched over the sewing machine and doing the finishing touches on Mayaâs audition dress. Isadora explains that theyâve met before through the diner, but Katy happily greets her anyway and claims itâs nice to see her again.
Katy informs Maya that she thinks sheâs just about done, lifting the gown so that she can see. Maya is elated and incredibly grateful, running up to marvel over it and holding up against herself. She gives her mother a kiss on the cheek and showers her in thank yous, Isadora watching the warm exchange with mild interest. Such familiarity between mother and daughter is obviously new to her.
Then Maya pulls Isadora further into the space, gearing up to get some practice in as promised. Maya is already monologuing about how they can perform for one another and give each other notes, but it is evident that Isadora is simply happy to have any assistance at all.
INT. MINKUS HOME - NIGHT
Family dinner is on again at the Minkus house, this one even more lively as EZEKIEL MINKUS (20) has returned home from his first year of college for the summer. Undoubtedly the golden child of the Minkus clan, Ezekiel exudes easygoing confidence and soft temperament that not many of the other Minki possess. He mellows the room just with his presence, and it is no wonder that he is Farkleâs favorite sibling.
He holds court as dinner progresses, detailing all of the adventures of his freshman year to his captive audience. JENNIFER MINKUS listens appreciatively and EZRA MINKUS reacts accordingly in between stabbing at his peas, but none of them are as enraptured by the seemingly charmed promises of friendship, fun, and belonging of university life as Farkle. Heâs giving Ezekiel his rapt attention, his food long forgotten on his plate.
LILA MINKUS looks less impressed by her older brotherâs bragging. She stabs at her food and keeps her head down, URI MINKUS similarly not paying much attention and waiting for the chance to ask to be excused. In fact, he does so, but Jennifer shoots him down and berates him for trying to rush off so quickly when even more of their family is present than usual. Heâll be able to retreat to his bedroom and block them all out again soon enough, so he can wait a few minutes longer.
Jennifer asks Farkle if heâs looking forward to his last week of classes. He shrugs, claiming that nothing exciting is going on and that his favorite teacher just announced that sheâs leaving. The family empathizes, particularly Ezekiel. He recommends that Farkle make the effort to make sure that teacher knows how much she impacted him as her student.
Ezekiel: Considering your admiration is bold enough to state sheâs your favorite, I think youâll want her to know. People only know how much they mean to you if you let them know, as connections are only as meaningful as the effort you put into them. Coming off my first year away, I feel like I know that better than anything.
Lila subtly rolls her eyes at the usual golden brother antics, but Farkle actually seems to be listening. He chews on the notion as the conversation shifts off of him and back to Ezekiel.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Friday morning has finally arrived. As if to commemorate the excitement, AAA Confessions reboots itself with its first post in days. Farkle gets a wave of panic when he sees the notification that they have posted on his phone, immediately going to the app to check it.
Itâs nothing major â in fact, itâs hardly a post at all. Thereâs a blank photo, the caption seemingly celebrating how close they are to the end of the year. âFear not, AAA starlets. The grand finale is nearly upon us.â
Farkle heaves a sigh of relief. Heâs growing to dread the moment that his earlier submission might see the light of day. So long as the page isnât discussing him or his friends, he figures heâs in the clear.
He shuts his locker, scurrying off to class.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Zay is painstakingly running through his routine one more time, Charlie watching intently. He claps out the beats for him, pacing. When he sticks his landing, at least without falling this time, Charlie transitions his timekeeping into actual applause. He tells him that heâs doing a great job and it came together â it is him, after all. Would be hard for it not to be great.
Zay does not seem convinced. Heâs still alight with anxious energy, but he takes the compliment anyway. Not like he has much time left anyway. Charlie lets his gaze linger on him for a few moments, then decides to speak.
Charlie: Can I be brutally honest?
Zay: You? If you think you can.
Charlie: [ laughing, then pausing ] ⊠I think youâre relying too heavily on your dance ability.
Thereâs a long pause. Then Zay raises a finger at him, trying to silence him.
Zay: You shut your mouth.
Charlie hastens to explain his perspective, pointing out that Zay is a brilliant dancer. Certainly one of the best theyâve got. But heâs an awesome vocalist too, and this audition heâs crafted doesnât speak to any of that. Heâs putting himself in a box when heâs far too dynamic for that. Heâs hiding behind his dancing, and if he really wants to make an impression for Kossal he should just forgo all of the pizazz and glitz and tricks and just perform. Give them something from the soul, because Charlie knows heâs not short on that. Just stand there, sing, and show them how indisputably talented he is.
Itâs a nice sentiment, and honestly holds quite a bit of truth. But with the audition looming so close and his nerves already shot, Zay is not in the headspace to hear it. He snaps at Charlie instead, telling him that heâs wrong and he thinks he should just leave him alone. He wants to get another practice in before class.
Reluctantly, Charlie obliges. He wishes him luck that evening, assuring him that heâll give it his best before disappearing into the wings. Zay waits until heâs gone then exhales a sigh, kicking at his duffle bag and rubbing his face. As the bell rings â
INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY
Angela is in her classroom as the week comes to an end, finishing up boxing up her things. She stands for a moment in the nearly empty classroom, wondering how much it will change next year in her absence. Soaking up the memory of it before she bids it farewell.
Farkle comes by, knocking lightly on the door and asking if she has a second. She welcomes him in happily, stating that she figured he would come around at some point. But she warns him playfully that heâs not going to be able to change her mind on this, so thereâs no point in kicking off one of his infamous arguments.
He raises his hands in surrender, pointing out that what sheâs about to do sounds like the dream. He would never try to convince her otherwise. He saunters further into the room, stuffing his hands in his pockets and nudging her into conversation about how sheâs feeling about the change. It must feel crazy, having made it after struggling so long for her shot.
Angela pauses, thinking about it. She comes around from behind her desk, speaking plainly with him and being completely candid. She explains that it feels more meaningful now than it wouldâve back then, she thinks.
Farkle: Why?
Angela: Believe it or not, the goal itself isnât everything. Thereâs such a difference in accomplishing something youâve worked so hard for and then being able to turn to someone you love and share in that moment with them. Now that I have people in my corner and didnât just drop them in pursuit of it all, the strides Iâm making feel so much more⊠real. You know? In some ways, I have to wonder if my approach to it the first time was what ended up fucking me over.
[ Farkle takes this in. Angela gives him a smile, lightly touching his shoulder. ]
Angela: The dream is all-consuming. Itâs true⊠but there has to be room for other things, too. There has to be, otherwise itâs just⊠empty.
This strikes Farkle in a way he wasnât expecting. She squeezes his shoulder before getting to her feet, focusing back on packing her things.
EXT. NEW YORK - NIGHT
Night falls over the city as the most important evening of sophomore year looms closer. As the night comes to life, the auditionees prepare for their debut.
INT. BABINEAUX HOME - NIGHT
Zay descends from the second floor of his house, dressed comfortably but fashionably and ready to make an impression. DONNA BABINEAUX, OMAR BABINEAUX, and JADA BABINEAUX all applaud him as he comes down the stairs, a bit sarcastic but also genuinely proud.
Jada begins nitpicking his outfit as Omar grabs the car keys. Donna gives her son a kiss on the cheek before ushering him out the door, wishing him luck.
INT. MAYAâS APARTMENT - NIGHT
Maya does the finishing touches on her makeup in the mirror on the wall, looking like a total knockout in her long black dress. Her mother completes the look by handing her a faux fur coat, classic yet statement-making at the same time. After she dons it she gives Katy a tight hug, accepting a kiss on the top of the head before she breezes out the door.
INT. FOSTER HOME - ENTRYWAY - NIGHT
BLUE NGUYEN is waiting around in the entryway, tossing his keys impatiently. He raises his eyebrows as Isadora descends the stairs with BEATRIX TORRES and Tessa, the two of them having helped her piece together an ensemble and look for the event. Rather than a gown or glamour approach like her fellow auditionees, Isadora is sporting a look that feels more true to who she is, just with the volume turned up â plaid statement pants, a cropped dark top, and of course the classic combat boots. She looks bold, potentially a star in the making â if she can manage to come out of her shell.
As sheâs heading out the door, she crafts a text to Lucas to see if heâs on his way or not.
INT. LUCASâS BEDROOM - NIGHT
The message goes unread, Lucas far too distracted in nitpicking his own appearance. Heâs trying his best to feel comfortable in the borrowed suit jacket, unable to decide between tucking in his shirt or leaving it be and resisting the urge to mess up his combed hair. He looks more put together than he has⊠probably in his entire life. Scrutinizing his reflection in the glass of his balcony window rather than a mirror probably isnât helping.
Heâs pulled out of his self-deprecation when he sees Jackâs car pull up by the curb below. Lucas grabs his phone and gala ticket, stuffing them into his pocket and darting out the door.
EXT. AUDITION HALL - NIGHT
The three auditionees pull up around the same time, Maya emerging from her cab as the other two hop out of their family vehicles. They all size one another up, exchanging cordial head nods and lingering in the peace for a moment as their drivers pull away.
Then itâs a mad dash for the building, all three racing up the steps in a break-neck battle to decide the order of who will be performing when.
INT. AUDITION HALL - ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Mayaâs heels click against the floor as they race through the lobby, capturing the same energy as Maya, Farkle, and Zay scrapping to take center stage back on the first day of classes.
Zay makes it to the check-in table first considering heâs not in a dress or heels. He slides up to the sign-in depot and introduces himself breathlessly, triumphant as the check-in person gives him his choice of AAA slots. He opts for the final of the three, tossing a grin to Maya and Isadora as they sidle up behind him. He gestures for them to step up, bowing cheekily before leisurely making his way to the dressing room.
Zay: All yours, ladies.
Maya makes a face at him, before exchanging a look with Isadora. She defers to her, allowing her to choose next seeing as it doesnât matter much now. Isadora takes the middle slot, giving Maya first string. The check-in person jots this down, giving them general directions to the dressing rooms and theater.
Isadora: [ after Maya marches off ] Sorry about⊠all that.
Check-In: Itâs okay, youâre all like this. Weâre used to it.
INT. ERICâS APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
Song Cue â« âȘ âRatatouille Main Themeâ as performed by Michael Giacchino || Instrumental
Eric eagerly lets in Jack and Lucas as they arrive, explaining that Riley is still upstairs in his apartment but should be down any minute and then theyâll be good to go. Eric cheerfully tells Lucas that itâs nice to see him joining them, and heâs like⊠yeah, okay.
Lucas zones out as Jack and Eric begin discussing the technicalities of the evening and sharing administrator gossip, only getting pulled back into the present when Jack makes an out of place exclamation. He gives him a funny look, following his gaze to try and figure out what prompted the declaration of surprise.
The moment Lucas looks over his shoulder and sees Riley descending the stairs, itâs as if the whole world stops. He stops breathing. She looks like certified royalty, with her flowy lavender dress and hair pulled back so intricately and her sheer shoulder wrap. She locks eyes with him and immediately smiles, holding his gaze the entire way down.
When she makes it to the main floor and joins them, she gives the group of them a bashful smile. Lucas canât even look at her, staring at the floor and swallowing.
Riley: I hope I didnât keep you all waiting too long.
Jack: Oh, please, itâs nothing. Believe me, your uncle has taken longer.
Eric: Oh, hardy har har. Youâre hilarious.
As Jack and Eric settle into bickering, Riley turns her attention to Lucas. She lightly touches his arm, waiting for him to meet her eyes.
Riley, softly: You look good.
Lucas, stammering: Pfft, I mean, me? [ scoffing ] OkayâŠ
In whatever unintelligible language Lucas speaks, this is likely a compliment of some kind. Luckily, Riley is learning to be fluent in that dialect, so she accepts the sentiment with a smile.
Eric rallies the troops.
Eric: We best get going or weâre going to be late, and Haverford is going to have something to say about it.
Jack: Always do when it comes to us.
Eric: Precisely. Letâs go, then, team! Roll out!
INT. CHARLIEâS CHURCH - NIGHT
The church springfest dinner is in full swing, lots of families in their Sunday best on a Friday night and mingling together. ELEANOR GARDNER is clearly having the time of her life, humoring her colleagues and fielding compliments from all the planning she did for the event.
Charlie is hanging out by one of the food tables with ROSAMUND GARDNER, watching her gorge on carrot sticks as she complains about how bored she is. He assures they all have places theyâd rather be, but itâs important to mom that theyâre there. She rolls her eyes, stuffing another carrot into her mouth and crunching it pointedly.
As Rosamund gets dragged away by friends, Charlie receives a text message. Itâs from Zay, letting him know that he secured the closing slot. Despite his confident demeanor earlier, however, his next couple of messages convey that heâs still fretting over the performance and might be spiraling a little bit.
Charlie drops the celery stick he was chewing on and focuses on a text back, reminding Zay not to panic and to lean into what heâs good at. Do what heâs always telling him, feel it and not overthink. He hits send just as AMBROSE GARDNER saunters over, curiously asking who heâs texting.
Ambrose: Must be serious business. Youâve got quite the look of concentration on.
Charlie: Oh, itâs just uh⊠Riley. My friend. You remember her, from the winter showcase?
Ambrose: Oh, sure.
Charlie: Yeah. Yeah, she just needed homework help. Last minute.
Ambrose: With two and half days of school left?
Charlie: ⊠well, yeah. Thatâs why itâs serious business.
Ambrose doesnât question it, helping himself to a snack from the vegetable tray. Tentatively, Charlie broaches the query of whether it would be at all possible for him to leave a bit early. Like, just a tiny bit. His dad is intrigued and not immediately opposed, so Charlie goes on to explain that thereâs this major performance thing going on for his friends at AAA, and heâd really like to be there if he could.
Ambrose contemplates this, taking his time as he chews his celery. Charlie is holding his breath.
Ambrose: Suppose we can see how this function is unfolding by then. What time are you thinking?
Charlie nods, relieved that itâs not a definitive no. This holds promise.
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - LOBBY - NIGHT
The Jacobs Arts Gala is in full swing, and it is certainly a fancy shindig. It was bound to be, because theater nerds love to dress up and pretend theyâre important and glamorous. Students and administrators from all over the tri-state area weave their way through the crowds in their best formal wear, heading towards the ballroom where the main ceremonies are unfolding.
Lucas is standing in the midst of this crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb simply because of how overwhelmed he looks. He stares up at the glitz and awe of the fancy setting and even fancier guests, shaking his head lightly.
Lucas, under his breath: Lucas Friar, what have you gotten yourself intoâŠ
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
On the small stage at the front, a swing band keeps the evening going with music as students from the different schools step up and perform selections. Currently on stage is BRANDON RIVAS (16), a sharp-featured and suave sophomore from AAAâs rival, Haverford Prep. He snaps as the band counts him inâŠ
Song Cue â« âȘ âFly Me To The Moon (In Other Words)â as performed by Frank Sinatra || Performed by Brandon Rivas (of Haverford Prep)
Brandonâs silky smooth vocals take on the Sinatra classic as it floats over the assembled crowd.
Riley is running through the paces of playing student representative, introducing herself to all the important figures. This includes none other than MICHAEL JACOBS, who saunters up to greet her cheerfully. Not struck with nearly the same mythic knowledge of him as her classmates, Riley is able to maintain her cool as she shakes hands with him. She assures him that sheâs heard only good things about him, which he seems tickled by.
When he informs her that heâs looking forward to hearing her performance this evening, itâs evident that she has no idea what heâs talking about. Eric slides up and interrupts, laughing and thanking Mr. Jacobs before excusing both them and pulling Riley to the side.
Eric tells her not to panic, but what he neglected to mention to her is that typically, each student representative is slated to perform a song during the ceremonies (i.e. like Brandon). Riley freaks.
Riley: What? Iâm sorry, Iâm supposed to do what?
Eric: I knew if I told you ahead of time, youâd freak out and potentially not accept the invitation.
Riley: UH-HUH?
Eric: Listen, listen to me, niche. You will be fine. Youâll be fine! Youâre best when youâre working on your feet anyway. Just go with your gut. [ off her stunned expression ] Now⊠go! Enjoy the party! Ha ha.
Riley scoffs, stomping off and muttering to herself as she disappears into the crowd. Eric cringes to himself, watching her go as Jack approaches from behind carrying two flutes of champagne.
Jack: Looks like that went well.
He hands Eric one of the flutes, proposing a toast to the two of them. Sure, itâs been a hell of a year, but they survived it. Didnât they? The school came together, their biggest adversary seems to have gone into hibernation for good⊠not too shabby for an analytical principal and his overly involved head counselor.
Eric will definitely drink to that. They raise their glasses, knocking them together with a clink.
Riley has managed to find Lucas, the two of them surveying the dessert table out on display. Itâs an assortment of pretty typical yet gourmet desserts, even more intimidating just from how fancifully theyâre designed. Riley gestures for Lucas to take one and he shakes his head, keeping his hands clasped together in front of him.
Lucas: No. Mm mm. Donât trust that.
Riley: What? Why?
Lucas: Doesnât look like real food.
Riley: [ with a laugh ] What, just because itâs not the staling Oreos in the bottom of your stash in the booth, itâs not real food?
Lucas still refuses, and Riley rolls her eyes. She claims heâs being silly â how is he supposed to know if he doesnât like something if he wonât give it a chance? He claims he has all the expertise necessary to know not to trust something, but she ignores his rebuttal. Instead, she chooses one of the little pastries and holds it up for him. Patiently waiting, as if sheâs going to feed it to him.
He stares at it, then her.
Lucas: I have two hands.
Riley: Well, youâre not using them, are you?
She holds it up indicatively again, raising her eyebrows. Lucas eyes her suspiciously, slowly leaning forward and allowing her to pop it into his mouth.
As it turns out, the pastry isnât so bad. Lucas chews it thoughtfully while Riley watches in amusement, waiting for the victory of being right in this scenario. Sheâs startled when a woman taps her on the shoulder, coming over to introduce herself and catching Riley by surprise.
She introduces herself as EVELYN RAND (50s), prominent school board member and Jacobs patron, overseeing the district from Haverford to AAA. Sheâs heard many good things about Riley, and so sheâs been eager to get to meet her. Riley seems genuinely flattered by the notion, the two of them exchanging further niceties.
Evelyn catches sight of Lucas still loitering behind them, calling out to him and gesturing for him to join them. He sheepishly saunters up next to Riley, shaking the hand Evelyn offers him.
Evelyn: Are you a representative as well?
Lucas: Oh, no, Iâm uh â Iâm just the plus one.
Riley: He might as well be. Lucas is our best student technician at Adams. He can do anything.
Evelyn: Is that so? Yet here you are, Miss Student Representative.
Lucas: Well, sheâs the best we have to offer.
Riley locks eyes with him, a soft moment passing between them. Evelyn watches interestedly, raising her eyebrows. Then Lucas backs off, clearing his throat and claiming it was nice to meet Evelyn before sidling back over to the dessert table.
Evelyn watches him go with a twinkle in her eyes, turning her smile back to Riley as she claims she better keep making the rounds. But she emphasizes how nice it was to meet her, and that she cannot wait to see what all of them at AAA accomplish in the next few years. Before she goes, she leans forward to whisper conspiratorially.
Evelyn: [ re: Lucas, approvingly ] Heâs cute.
Evelyn gives her a wink, patting her arm and then fluttering back into the crowd. Riley takes a second to catch up to her commentary, a bit caught off-guard but suddenly thinking on the matter. She turns around to look at Lucas again⊠who is in the process of stuffing another pastry into his mouth. Considering his former indignation, itâs damn charming.
Lucas pauses when he catches her looking, caught. He rolls his eyes, giving her a subtle thumbs up to give her the victory and acknowledge that she was right. Riley canât help but laugh, and she definitely canât help but agree with Evelynâs assessment.
Brandon wraps up his Sinatra impression with a flourish, the orchestra bringing it on home.
INT. AUDITION HALL - THEATER - NIGHT
Isadora is pacing in the wings, about to go on for her audition. Sheâs pushing it until the last possible second, checking her phone obsessively for a text from Lucas. No such luck.
Maya comes up behind her, informing her that she really needs to go on at this point. Isadora doesnât look at her, but she ventures the question they both know sheâs wondering.
Isadora: Is he here?
Maya, hesitantly: ⊠not that I could see. No.
Isadora steels her gaze, growing more closed off as she stuffs her phone into the pocket of her dress. Maya tries to comfort her, but she brushes her off. She marches onto the stage before she can talk herself out of it.
She squints as she steps into the spotlight, searching for the judges but unable to see anything through the brightness of the lights. In some ways, she supposes thatâs better. Easier to pretend that her best friend didnât neglect to show up on the one night she needs him most if she canât see the evidence of it.
Once prompted, Isadora introduces herself boldly. Then, she starts to sing.
Song Cue â« âȘ âHere - 2 A.M. Versionâ as performed by Alessia Cara || Performed by Isadora Smackle
As the mellow chords float in, Isadora lets her emotions pour out through the lyrics. The spotlight is on her on the dark stage, no theatrics, just her standing with a microphone. Thatâs all she needs. Sheâs bitter, frustrated, overwhelmed, and so over this whole night.
But that makes the performance all the more endearing. Whilst wrapped up in how sheâs feeling, Isadora seems to forget that sheâs performing in front of a judging panel and audience, and this is the best weâve ever heard her sing. Her voice is powerful, and it fills the theater as everyone watches in silence.
As the song goes on, Isadora remembers flashes of the past year when sheâs felt isolated: trying to rehearse with the performers for Les Mis but not fitting in, seeing Riley and Lucas dancing together and walking away, being in a room full of her siblings being loud and playing games where sheâs sitting in silence with a blank look on her face.
Her voice gets louder and more powerful, and she finishes the song with tears of anger spilling from her eyes. Sheâs done hiding who she is, trying to mold herself to how people expect her to be. Sheâs not a techie, sheâs not a performer â sheâs Isadora freakinâ De La Cruz, and sheâll do whatever the hell she wants.
And right now she wants to get out of this theatre. She storms off stage, shoves the microphone to one of the stagehands, and heads out. Zay and Maya go to congratulate her on her performance, but she ignores them. Sheâs figuring out who she is in a world where she canât depend on Lucas anymore, the one person she thought would always be there for her.
INT. MINKUS HOME - NIGHT
Despite everyone elseâs busy Friday evening, Farkle is wasting away an anticlimactic evening at home. Heâs in the living area helping Ezra with homework, but heâs hardly much help. His mind is elsewhere, zoning out of the conversation. Heâs also fidgety, restless, and canât much focus on anything at all.
Ezra complains about all of these facts, indignantly claiming that Farkle isnât acting like himself. Jennifer calls him back to get ready for bed, freeing Farkle from any further accusations.
Ezekiel is reading a book on the far end of the couch, but he observed the exchange pointedly enough. He stretches his foot out and pokes at Farkleâs arm, getting his attention as he grimaces and swats his socked foot away from him. Ezekiel asks him if heâs okay, which he shrugs off, but he does utilize the opportunity to engage in conversation.
Farkle asks him to elaborate on what he meant about what he said at dinner the other night. About connections, and all that nonsense. Once heâs able to sort of figure out what exactly Farkle is requesting to hear, Ezekiel states that he doesnât think any of it is all that deep but basically he simply meant that for things in life to hold meaning, you have to put time and effort into them. You need to be present for your claims of importance to hold any water.
Ezekiel goes on further, explaining that with his transition to college and everything, he had an epiphany of sorts about how positivity is so crucial. All of the negativity around them, the constant conflict and pushing people around is just white noise.
Ezekiel: Thatâs how dad rose up in his business, after all. He always operates as a friend, a partner, a supporter rather than a detractor. Heâs an ally, and thatâs an attractive trait. Makes him win in the end. Thatâs why heâs so good at what he does, at least from my perspective.
Farkle questions whether that principle just applies to the business world. Ezekiel shrugs, stating heâs fairly certain it applies to everything. Doesnât matter who you are.
More than anything though, he just meant that itâs important to spend time with the people you care about while you have them so that they know how much you mean to them. Ever since he left for college heâs been thinking about that a lot â especially in regards to his family.
Farkle absorbs this, managing a smile when Ezekiel reaches forward to pat him on the back. He clearly has a lot to think about the later the night stretches on.
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
Riley is gearing up for her performance, obviously nervous. She wrings her hands as she expresses her task to Lucas, who listens calmly as she rambles on about it. Once she takes a second to breathe, he has the opportunity to speak. Lucas doesnât have much advice in the realm of performing, naturally, but he claims that sheâll be fine because she always is. He canât think of a time when she wasnât good.
Riley: Oh, yeah? Really? You literally told me I wasnât that impressive during the first week of classes.
Lucas: No, I didnât â
Riley: Are you kidding me? You said I was an âunassuming chorus memberâ â
Lucas: I meant that you were holding back. Which you were. That didnât mean you werenât good. You were always good.
Thatâs a lot of perspective altering to throw at her all at once when sheâs already overwhelmed. Lucas shifts focus back to the task at hand, essentially giving her the same guidance that Shawn gave Angela â that she should just sing from the heart or whatever it is that theyâre saying all the time. Riley absorbs this just as Eric comes to grab her, telling her that she has to get ready to take the stage.
INT. AUDITION HALL - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
Zay is in full panic mode, totally freaking out about his performance. Heâs forgetting steps, overthinking it just like Charlie warned him not to. He canât believe heâs about to blow everything on the one chance heâs given to really show what he can do.
Suddenly, heâs struck with inspiration. He looks through his phone, scrolling and scrolling until he finds a new suitable avenue. He nods to himself, trusting himself to take a different approach.
Then he grabs his choreography sheet off the counter, giving it one last look before tearing it up.
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
A rosy hue glows throughout the ballroom as Riley steps up to the stage, conferring quietly with the instrumentalists. Itâs evident that sheâs figured out her song, and when she steps up to the microphone and adjusts it as necessary she takes a moment to find her stage presence. She searches through the lights to find Eric in the crowd, standing with Jack and watching her proudly. Just a few paces to the right, she finds Lucas.
Sheâs got support. Sheâs not alone. Taking a deep breath, she nods to the violinist to kick off the performance.
Song Cue â« âȘ âThat Would Be Enoughâ as performed by Hamilton Original Broadway Cast || Performed by Riley Matthews
Starting with the open violin and the first âLook around, look around,â Riley skips the duet portion of the Eliza solo and jumps to the core of the song about a minute in. Itâs an excellent choice, both for her vocal range as well as the crowd considering itâs hip musical theater.
Even more pointed is how well it applies to her emotions at the moment, which is exactly why she picked it. The first verse she sings for herself (âLook at where we are, look at where we startedâŠâ), marveling over how far sheâs come in the past year and allowing herself the moment to soak it all up â the beautiful insanity of AAA, the rush of performing and being surrounded by artists who love it too, to be a thousand times stronger than she was before.
As she hits the next verse, however, her focus shifts. She finds Lucas in the crowd again, using him as her anchor as she ventures further into the performance. The lyrics ring particularly true here, too, as she sings directly to him (âI donât pretend to know the challenges youâre facing / the worlds you keep erasing and creating in your mindâŠâ).
Jack leans over to Eric, whispering that sheâs absolutely stunning. Eric, a little choked up, wholeheartedly agrees.
Considering the captivated expression on his face, itâs safe to say that Lucas agrees. He canât take his eyes off of her, and with how intently sheâs staying grounded to him it could very well be a performance shared only between the two of them (âIf I could grant you peace of mind, if you could let me inside your heartâŠâ).
Itâs a beautiful, delicate performance, and a perfect showing for AAA. The applause that she earns from the assembled appreciators of the arts is well, well earned.
INT. CHARLIEâS CHURCH - NIGHT
Charlie is still present like the darling son he is, but heâs growing impatient. Heâs tapping his feet, checking the clock on his phone incessantly.
He makes eye contact with Ambrose from across the room, waiting for some kind of signal that heâs free to go. His father seems to think on it for a long, torturous moment⊠then he smiles, nodding him along. Charlie exhales, returning the beam and inconspicuously sneaking his way out of the gathering.
EXT. CHARLIEâS CHURCH - NIGHT
Charlie emerges into the brisk New York evening, only pausing for half a second before breaking into a sprint down the street.
INT. AUDITION HALL - THEATER - NIGHT
Zay emerges from the dressing room hall, sporting a different overall ensemble than he was before â much more of an eye-catcher with his Prince-esque floral suit jacket than the dance clothes he was wearing earlier. Maya and Isadora greet him and wish him luck, noting the change in his appearance. Maya questions how heâs feeling, and Isadora points out that heâs probably not going to be able to dance very well in that new attire.
Zay: Youâre right. Because Iâm not dancing.
Maya and Isadora both drop their jaws, wondering what the hell heâs doing. Maya tries to stop him and ask him exactly that, but Zay is already marching onto the stage.
EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - NIGHT
Charlie is sprinting with everything heâs got, dashing through the nightlit avenues in his Sunday best. Running against the clock, just to get a few blocks away⊠closing the distance with every ticking secondâŠ
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
Riley is fielding compliments and praise for her performance from gala guests, obviously unprepared for all the attention. Lucas meanders over to join her, somewhat saving her from further niceties with strangers. He shares a similar sentiment of congratulations, although his awe seems to run far deeper than that of the other patrons.
Lucas: You were â I donât know what you were worried about.
Riley: Well, thank you. I think.
Lucas: Always good. I donât know how you do it.
Riley: Hmm. I guess itâs just because Iâm âtoo damn talented.â
It takes Lucas a second to get the reference, then he exhales a sheepish laugh. They hold each otherâs gaze for a long moment until Lucas clears his throat, asking her if she wants to dance.
Riley: Iâm sorry. Am I hearing that right? Lucas James Friar, willing to dance?
Lucas: Well, I figure if Iâm playing the role tonight, I may as well play it right. [ a beat ] And Iâve had a pretty good teacher.
He holds out his arm, waiting for her to take it if she so chooses. She does, shyly, as Zayâs introduction to the judges pre-laps.
Song Cue â« âȘ âAinât No Wayâ as performed by Glee Cast || Performed by Zay Babineaux
As the opening swell of the soulful ballad floats in, Riley and Lucas make their way towards the center of the ballroom.
INT. AUDITION HALL - THEATER - NIGHT
Zay delivers a killer rendition, doing exactly what Charlie said he would â blow everyone out of the water with his raw talent. All year long heâs been forcing his dancing expertise, it was easy to forget how powerful a vocalist he is as well. Thereâs a reason he earned a ranking as one of the sophomore divas, and after this, no one is ever going to forget it again.
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
The performance also underscores Riley and Lucas at the gala, venturing their dance. They start off in proper waltz posture, just like she taught him⊠but as the song progresses, they loosen up. Adjust their stance, close some of the distance, shift more into a slow dance.
At some point, Riley leans forward and rest her head against his shoulder as they sway together. Lucas honestly looks dumbstruck, as though he canât believe this is actually happening. Any of it. Heâd pinch himself, if he wasnât so preoccupied by her or ever wanted to wake up from it.
EXT. AUDITION HALL - NIGHT
Charlie continues his sprint, darting up the steps two at a time and pushing through the doors.
INT. AUDITION HALL - THEATER - NIGHT
By the time Charlie makes it into the auditorium heâs out of breath, but heâs just in time to catch the latter half of Zayâs performance. He stumbles forward against the handicap rail in the back of the section and takes it all in â Zayâs inarguable stage presence, his outstanding vocals, the fact that he took his advice and is giving nothing but soul.
Charlie is totally entranced. He isnât catching his breath any time soon.
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
By the final act of the performance as Zay is heading into the final chorus, Riley shifts out of their posture and leans back a bit to look at Lucas. They lock eyes, searching one anotherâs expressions⊠and leaning into their first kiss.
Itâs slow, uncertain, and over before either of them realize it. But it lingers, and their lips only break apart for a few moments before they initiate a second one. This one is a little bolder, a bit more certain, an active choice on both their ends rather than a tentative curiosity. Riley tightens her hold on his jacket to pull him closer, Lucas lifting a hand to cup her face.
INT. AUDITION HALL - THEATER - NIGHT
Zay finishes the number, totally bringing down the house. Charlie is starstruck. Maya and Isadora are in shock in the wings, able to see the writing on the wall. Itâs more than clear who is going to the Kossal program that summer.
INT. JACOBS ARTS GALA - BALLROOM - NIGHT
Lucas and Riley pull back from one another, just enough to exchange hesitant eye contact. Then Riley breaks into a bashful giggle, easing the tension in an instant. She tilts her head against his, Lucas licking his lips and unable to hold back his smile.
EXT. AUDITION HALL - NIGHT
Song Cue â« âȘ âThe Louvreâ as performed by Lorde || Instrumental
Maya steps out into the night, inhaling the fresh air. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and taking a moment. She knows sheâs not getting that summer program, not after Zayâs performance.
But sheâs used to disappointment. Itâs never stopped her before. Onto the next thing.
She exhales through her nose, opening her eyes. Then she descends down the steps, leaving the lost opportunity behind.
INT. AUDITION HALL - DRESSING ROOM - NIGHT
Zay is gathering his things, still shaky on adrenaline from a stellar performance. He hesitates, finally getting to exhale. He almost canât believe all the stress and strain is done.
Charlie manages to find his way to him, appearing in the doorway. Zay glances up and spots him in the mirror, eyebrows shooting up as he whips around in surprise. He literally canât believe he showed up.
Zay: Charlie. Youâre here.
[ Charlie smiles, nodding. He saunters further into the room, treading cautiously. Not because of Zay, but because he isnât sure he trusts himself. ]
Charlie: After being so brutally honest, you thought I wouldnât show up?
Zay: No. No, I just thought â you said you had â
Zay shrugs. He doesnât really know what he thought, and he supposes it doesnât really matter. Itâs nice to see him there. Really nice.
Zay: I took your advice. So.
Charlie: Yeah, I noticed. And dare I say, I think it worked as intended.
Zay: You think so?
Charlie: Dude, you were amazing. Thereâs no way theyâre not going to pick you.
Zay waves him off, not nearly so sure. Not wanting to jinx it. Charlie has made his way well across the room now, joining him by the counters and much closer. Dangerously close.
Charlie: Iâm serious. You shouldâve heard yourself. You were mindblowing.
Zay: Come on.
Charlie: I mean it. I mean, you always are. Stunning. Breathtaking.
Charlie canât look away from him. Heâs mesmerized, and still somehow damningly out of breath. He feels like heâs never going to be able to breathe again. Zay lifts his gaze to meet his, searching his expression. Not believing he could be reading the situation correctly.
Charlie shrugs wordlessly. Then he licks his lips, letting out a ragged exhale.
Charlie, breathlessly: Who needs oxygen?
Before Zay can question the statement, Charlie grabs the lapels of his suit jacket and pulls him into a kiss. Itâs fumbling, a bit of a disaster to start, the two of them bracing against the counter and Zay reaching out to hold him mostly to keep him from falling over.
But they figure it out pretty quickly from there. Charlie hesitates for one last second, taking another glance at him before going in for another one. Eagerly. Decisively. Making his choice.
It doesnât take long for Zay to get on the same page once the initial shock wears off. He kisses him back, tugging him closer and reaching up to start undoing his Sunday best tie.
The auditions may be wrapped, but itâs clear the two of them arenât going anywhere for a while.
INT. JACKâS CAR - MOVING - NIGHT
Jack and Eric chatter in the front, lightly discussing the gala and the performances from the evening. Completely oblivious to how everything has changed.
Riley and Lucas are quiet. Theyâre seated in the back, not looking at each other. They canât. Itâs too much to ask of them with so much shifting between them, and with their faculty right there in front of them.
Riley glances away from fiddling with her purse to steal a look at him. Heâs keeping his eyes trained out the window, absentmindedly chewing on his thumbnail. So, so far from the intimidating first impression he made at the beginning of the year. She shifts her gaze to his hand instead, resting on his leg and fingers tapping anxiously against his knee.
Gently, she reaches forward and touches the sleeve of his jacket. Lucas freezes, his fingers hovering over his leg. He tosses a glance in her direction out of the corner of his eye, uncertain what sheâs going to do and wholly certain that he canât brave looking her in the eyes.
Her fingers brush the back of his hand, before she lets her hand come to rest on top of his. Venturing that simple touch, rubbing her thumb against his knuckles. Lucas stares at their hands, still frozen. Still unable to look at her.
Then, he flips his hand over and links their fingers together. Itâs that easy.
They donât look at each other. They donât give anything away. But light smiles bloom onto both of their faces as they direct their gazes out the car windows and towards the city lights.
INT. LUCASâS APARTMENT - NIGHT
Lucas enters the apartment as silently as possible, trying not to disturb whoever else might be around or asleep. Further inspection reveals a light on in the kitchen area, indicating that his efforts to go undetected might be futile. He frowns, stepping towards the room.
GRACE FRIAR is seated at the kitchen table, up late rifling through paperwork. When Lucas softly asks why sheâs still up, she jumps slightly and lifts her head. Itâs an immediate relief when she sees that itâs only him. She manages a smile, taking in his full attire.
Grace: You look nice. Where did you get that suit jacket?
Lucas: [ after a beat ] A friend.
Lucas avoids her gaze as she questions whether he had fun, busying himself by getting a glass of water. He pauses to actually consider the question, before confirming he did. He starts to make his retreat before he doubles back, posing a new discussion topic.
Lucas: Do you still have the application for McCullough? [ off Graceâs nod, and a beat of contemplation ] Forget about it. Iâll be fine at Triple A.
Grace, surprised: Are you sure?
Thereâs another beat of hesitation. Then, Lucasâs expression softens.
Lucas: Yeah. I am.
He bids his mother goodnight, disappearing from the kitchen doorway. Grace watches him go, a bit bemused. Sensing a major change of heart in her son, absolutely clueless as to where it came from. But it doesnât seem like a bad thing. Not at all.
After a moment she smiles, returning to her work.
EXT. MAYAâS APARTMENT - NIGHT
Maya is seated on the steps in front of her building, the street glimmering with the lights of the city and early morning dew. Farkle appears around the corner, marching towards her with his hands in his pockets. Itâs not clear how far heâs walked alone in the middle of the night.
Heâs frantic, full of nervous energy. She doesnât bother to acknowledge him as he approaches. He stops in front of the steps, waiting for an invitation. When he doesnât get one, he plops down next to her anyway. He bounces his legs restlessly, a sharp contrast to her plaintive calm.
Theyâre silent for a long moment. Maya clears her throat, ready to tell him off.
Maya: Are you lost, Farkle? Itâs midnight and you live across town â
Farkle: I donât want to be alone.
The statement takes Maya by surprise. She frowns, turning her gaze to him. He keeps staring straight ahead, rubbing his palms on his knees. Still fidgeting. His speech is scattered, panicked.
Farkle: I donât know why Iâm like this. Why I get this way. I tell myself itâs just the ambition, the drive pushing me towards my destiny, but I donât know. I donât think your destiny is supposed to feel this suffocating. Claustrophobic. [ a beat ] Itâs like, if youâre going to do anything in this world youâve got to be the best. And if youâre gonna do something as stupid as performance art, then you really have to be the best or else youâve got nothing. And I didnât want to be a nothing. I canât be a nothing.
Maya listens intently, contemplative and somewhat stunned. Almost a year of friendship, or whatever the two of them are, and heâs never been this vulnerable.
Farkle: And if youâre going to be the best, that means fuck the rest. Right? If youâre at the top, then it means no one else can be. Thatâs what I always thought. Thatâs what made sense. But Iâve got this⊠itâs like Iâve got this whole other side to me that has a new motivation. And I donât think I can survive with two. Itâs like Iâm splitting down the middle. But I know theyâre both true. Theyâre both all-consuming. [ a beat ] I want to be the best. I want to get the auditions and the summer programs and get everything I deserve. I want it so badly, itâs blinding.
Maya waits, a bit more guarded. This much, she already knew.
Farkle: But I want to share it, too. I want to do it with people who are just as talented and star-bound as me. I want a team. I donât want to be alone.
Farkle finally looks away from the street, forcing himself to meet her gaze. He hesitates, then speaks definitively. Like if he doesnât say it, itâll suffocate him.
Farkle: I want my friend.
Maya takes this all in, before softening a bit. After a moment she sighs, running a hand through her hair and trying to gauge the situation.
Maya: You really mean all that?
Farkle: Yes.
Maya: You done with all of the bullshit? All of the stupid â
Farkle, without hesitation: Yes. Yes.
Itâs so difficult to figure out whatâs real with him. Whether or not heâs telling the truth. But somehow, Maya wants it to be true.
Maya: You really mean just as talented?
Farkle: [ with an eager nod ] Maybe more.
The statement is sincere. And this, it seems, is the ticket to earning back her approval. She gives him a hesitant smile, nodding as well and letting her gaze drift back to the street. They continue to sit in the cool May twilight, the winds of change kicking up a breeze around them.
This friendship may just stay afloat yetâŠ
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
The last couple days of sophomore year seem to promise an unusually little amount of chaos compared to the usual tenor of AAA. Farkle is at his locker on his phone, and we can see that he has messaged the AAAC multiple times over the weekend requesting that his submission be deleted and forgotten about.
The page hasnât responded, so it seems like a moot point. For what itâs worth, the AAAC seems to have finally given up.
Farkle accepts this, closing his locker. Glancing down the hallway, wondering what an entirely new year is going to bring.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
On the bulletin board outside the black box, Zay has been announced as the summer program recipient. The assembled classmates congratulate him, including a genuinely complimentary Maya and a very enthusiastic Riley. Charlie gives him a pat on the back, and they exchange a soft look â suddenly a lot more meaningful between them than before.
During this celebration, however, they all get notifications on their phones from Instagram.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Farkle gets it as well, still in a different part of the school. It informs him that AAA Confessions posted a new video, followed by one more message specifically meant for him.
âToo late. Self-destruct sequence initiated. Happy summer, Farkle Minkus.â
Consumed with dread, Farkle stops frozen in the hall and opens his phone. As he jumps to the app, his hands are shaking so badly he nearly drops the device. When he goes to check the page, all of the color drains from his face.
Itâs worse than he expected. Not only is the content of his video posted, itâs him saying it. AAAC simply posted the video in its entirety, only having adding a caption explaining that the post is their swan song confession â and theyâve exposed everyone who ever posted on the account.
As Farkleâs voice on video begins to rattle throughout the school halls, he takes off at a mad dash down the hallway â
Song Cue â« âȘ âThe World Was Wide Enoughâ as performed by Hamilton Original Broadway Cast || Instrumental (up to 4:00) - Performed by Farkle Minkus (4:00 onward)
INT. AAA - HALLWAYS - DAY
Itâs chaos as everyone tunes into the video and sees the AAACâs final post. Their final message is true to their word â scrolling down on the page, theyâve added a âsignatureâ to every single original caption revealing who submitted it in the first place. All that power of anonymity, gone in an instant.
Friends are confronting friends about items posted. People are tuning in to Farkleâs video, in total awe and horror of the mere existence of it. Each piece of it is repeated in snippets as it passes through the halls, accenting the instrumentation of âThe World Was Wide Enough.â
As Zay reads the caption on the post, he turns to look for Charlie. But Charlie is gone, having disappeared the moment it became clear exactly what was going on.
Charlie himself is hiding in a nook of a hallway closer to the atrium, looking like heâs going to be sick. As he frantically scrolls through the page, we discover what it is that has him so flustered â all of the posts about him and Riley were submitted by him. All that effort put into using it to keep suspicion off of him, and now he suddenly looks more curious than ever.
Panicked, Charlie jogs towards the front entrance and pushes through the doors. Taking off at a run without looking back.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
The techies are huddled in their usual back section sans Isadora and Lucas, watching Farkleâs video with a distinct mix of horror and fascination. JADE BEAMON is hiding behind her hands, she canât bear to watch it for too long. DAVE WILLIAMS canât look away, jaw hanging open.
Lucas enters from the audience doors, noticing the tension in the congregation and asking them whatâs going on. DYLAN ORLANDO and ASHER GARCIA immediately attempt to stifle the sound and hide the phone, assuring him that itâs nothing. But naturally, this adamant denial doesnât sell convincingly on either of them.
He can tell something is seriously up. He repeats the question, approaching the group and coming to stand in front of them again. Dave tries to claim ignorance as well but Lucas is faster than them, reaching over and snatching Dylanâs phone from his hands before he can protest.
Lucas tunes into the video just as Farkle is wrapping up his section on him, transitioning to Isadora. Asher tries to tell him heâs stupid and he should forget about it, but Lucas isnât listening to him anymore.
Farkle: ⊠I mean, why else would she put in the effort to befriend jackass Lucas James Friar, other than by special request from her favorite counselor uncle in an attempt to make sure he doesnât make a hit list or some shit considering heâs so openly pathetic. Riley Matthews doesnât need sympathy, but sheâs sure good at giving itâŠ
Asher and Dylan are watching him like a hawk, not sure what to say. All of them are watching him with evident worry, and that just makes everything worse.
Farkle: ⊠I guess it makes sense that she deserves one shot to prove she actually can live up to the family business without having to do any work for it. Sucks that itâs so late notice her best friend wonât even be there, as heâll be too busy on his pity date with Riley. How tragic.
Stone-faced, Lucas drops the phone to the ground and marches from the auditorium. Dylan calls after him as Asher scrambles to pick up the phone off the ground. Dave starts to go after him in concern but Jade pulls him back.
INT. AAA - HALLWAYS - DAY
Farkle continues his desperate sprint through the halls, frantically trying to get to the black box to do damage control before everything unravels. He arrives and barrels through the doorway just as the gun shot in the instrumental goes off, kicking off the empty, tense backing of Hamiltonâs free verse.
INT. AAA - BLACK BOX THEATER - DAY
The moment Farkle appears in the doorway, a dozen heads snap to look at him at once. Most of the sophomore class is assembled, nearly all of the performers except Charlie and including Isadora. Theyâre all staring at him, a myriad of unpleasant emotions on their faces.
Considering the fact that all of them are also on blast because of what the page did to the captions, Farkle is truly stepping into the full brunt of everyoneâs betrayal and anger.
Maya breaks first, questioning how the hell he could do something like this. He really did blow up everything â including reveal her scholarship status to the whole school. Her eyes are glossy as she scrutinizes him, but the rage is enough of a deterrent to hold back any tears.
Farkle isnât so lucky. Heâs already choking up as he tries to defend himself, stammering through his words. He tries to point out that it wasnât him who posted it, and he frantically tries to explain that he basically begged to have it deleted. He never wanted it to be shared. He didnât mean it.
Maya: But you sent it. You said it!
The vitriol escalates pretty quickly from there, Zay pointing out how pathetic the whole thing is. Riley questions why he would put other peopleâs interpersonal relationships on blast, to which Isadora follows up that itâs obviously because he canât imagine what having actual friendships must be like. Guess if he canât have them, then no one can.
Farkle takes hit after hit, being the straw man in a scenario that has no good ending. But the whole thing gets far worse when Lucas storms into the room, asking if itâs true.
Itâs like all of the air gets sucked out of the room. The performers turn to Lucas warily, wondering the hell heâs going to do. He repeats the question, voice quiet and sharp â which is honestly scarier than if he were shouting. Farkle swallows, certain heâs not going to live to see tomorrow.
But Lucas doesnât focus on him. He zeroes in on Riley instead, locking eyes with her and looking at her for a long moment before asking about what he actually cares about. When he speaks, itâs barely above a murmur.
Lucas, mockingly: ⊠pity date?
Riley: [ stunned ] No. No, Lucas, I didnât â I never â
But itâs too late. Itâs like Wyatt said â words are toothpaste, and theyâre not going back in the tube. The sentiments have left their mark, for everyone involved.
Lucas huffs out a laugh, but itâs not a humorous one. Then he launches into a tirade about how he shouldâve known better, they shouldâve seen this coming. That, of course, the performers would default to this kind of petty and sadistic behavior, because thatâs all they ever do. Itâs been that way forever, and nothing is going to change it clearly. Itâs a pretty staggering deconstruction, and he bookends it by stating he hopes theyâre all really pleased with themselves. Really damn pleased.
Lucas focuses back on Farkle, voice dropping back down to a wavering murmur.
Lucas: [ letting out a scoff of a laugh ] ⊠fuck you.
[ Farkle canât look at him. He keeps his gaze trained on the wall, a couple of tears slipping down his cheeks. Lucas shakes his head, backing up. ]
Lucas: Fuck⊠[ raising his voice ] FUCK all of you!
Lucas storms out, pushing WYATT LIVINGSTON out of his way as he shoves past him to escape. Isadora shoots a murderous glare at all of them before chasing after him. CLARISSA CRUZ hides her head behind HALEY FISHERâS back, both of them crying. A tear escapes Riley, but sheâs so shell-shocked she doesnât even think to wipe it away.
The sophomore class starts to file out, trying to escape the unbearable tension they all had a hand in creating. They file out one by one in varying states of shock until itâs down to Farkle and Zay, the latter stopping in front of him as he makes his way out.
Zay: Was it worth it? Is it finally enough?
He scoffs, shaking his head in disgust as he leaves Farkle alone. Farkle stands there in the center of the classroom alone, completely frozen.
INT. AAA - TECHNICIANâS BOOTH - DAY
Isadora catches up to Lucas in the technicianâs booth, intending to confront him about the commentaries leveled against him â particularly that he totally just blew her off to go on some date with Riley without bothering to clue her in. Because thatâs not so hot either, and she was counting on him to be there. She needed him to be there, and he wasnât. She expresses how idiotic she felt and demands to know what the hell he was thinking.
Lucas claims he doesnât want to talk about it right now, obviously on the verge of a major emotional hurricane. Anyone else would be cautious to be near him with such a chaotic potential in the air â and understandably so â but Isadora knows him better than that. Sheâs not scared of him, and at the moment sheâs pissed. So she wonât let it drop, pushing and pushing until he finally cracks.
He yells at her, begging her to shut up. He canât deal with it right now, so would she just let it drop? She winces, shocked enough by the outburst to stop the badgering. Lucas blinks at her, turning away and collapsing back against the electrical cabinet. He slides down to the floor, all of the anger gone in an instant and just left with⊠everything else.
He covers his face with his hands, letting out a shaky âfuckâ and pulling up his knees in front of him. Isadora hesitates by the lighting board, realizing now isnât the time for the confrontation. Theyâll have that conversation later, she knows that they will. For now, she thinks he needs her to be present in a different way â even if he wasnât there for her the way she expected heâd be.
Tentatively, she approaches him and sits down against the cabinet next to him. She cautiously puts an arm around his shoulders to comfort him â a big move, coming from Isadora â and that moment of vulnerability is what shatters the flood gates.
Lucas leans into her embrace, breaking down in tears as the sting of everything falling apart finally starts to sink in. When he said that when he cared about something, we would know⊠well. Thatâs more evident than ever before.
Isadora holds him and allows him to melt down, lightly propping her chin on his head. Her expression is grim, holding it together so that at least one of them remains stalwart.
INT. AAA - AUDITORIUM - DAY
Farkle takes over the vocalization of âThe World Was Wide Enough,â tuning in on âNow Iâm the villain in your historyâŠâ Heâs walking along the edge of the stage on his own, balance precarious. Like he could fall at any second, but at that point he doesnât care anymore.
His eyes are glossy but the tears are done. Heâs blank-faced, trying to comprehend the fact that his world just turned upside down, and the truth of it is? It was all his fault.
I was too young and blind to see, I shouldâve known. I shouldâve known the world was wide enough for all of them and me.
Close on Farkleâs teary eyes, before a slow fade to black. Then, the sounds of a bustling airport float in as we transition to a new locationâŠ
INT. AIRPORT - DAY
Close on a smartphone, open to the AAAC but from the moderator side rather than follower as weâre accustomed to seeing it. A thumb navigates to settings, going to the delete button. When Instagram prompts if the user is sure about deleting the account, they hesitate.
Easing out, it is finally revealed who the true operator of the AAAC was â Chai Fresco. In spite of her successfully evading getting caught, she doesnât look thrilled with all of the chaos that unfolded in its wake.
As her boarding section is called for her flight to Europe, she acts quickly and confirms the delete. Poof! Itâs as if the page was never there⊠even if all the damage it caused still remains.
Chai grabs her things, heading towards the flight that will take her away from all of the aftermath. Not looking back.
INT. AAA - HALLWAY - DAY
Empty hallways. Quiet building. Summer has begun, and the impending confrontations are put on hold for a few weeks. The hallways feel eerie, not populated with students and dancing and music as they should beâŠ
Eric: What the hell happens next?
INT. AAA - ERICâS OFFICE - DAY
Eric is seated behind his desk, Jack in the usual student occupied chair across from him. Theyâre both stunned speechless, still attempting to wrap their minds around what the hell unfolded in the last three days of classes. Eric confirms that the confessions page has been terminated for good, so at least thereâs that.
Jack: Mister Livingston was right.
Eric frowns, prompting Jack to continue. Itâs clear that this has taken a toll on Jack. He doesnât look all that well, and his voice is ragged as he tries to compose his thoughts. He laments that Wyatt was correct about him â he is incompetent, and he couldnât stop this from imploding in on itself. More than that, heâs the failure. He failed their students, from beginning to end.
Eric tries to refute this notion, but Jack isnât willing to hear it. And in some ways, they did fail, thereâs no sugarcoating that. They tried to protect their students, and it didnât work. Everyone got hurt, somehow.
Most pointedly, Jack continues, Wyatt was right when he said there is a serious culture problem at AAA. Too much competition, too cutthroat. They have to change it, and itâs going to take both of them working together to fix it from the ground up.
Jack looks to Eric, a far cry from the resolute and polished principal we met at the beginning of the season. He lets out an exhale, locking eyes with his most stubborn yet most impassioned faculty member.
Jack: Will you help me?
Eric holds his gaze, obviously contemplating. Then he holds out his hand, waiting for Jack to shake on it. If theyâre going to rebuild, then itâs going to take both of them indeed.
Jack hesitates, then links his hand with his.
END OF SEASON.
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ohio is for lovers, chapter two harry and evan and everyone else
âYou look like someone punched you in the vagina.â
âThanks, Niall.â Harry snaps.
Sunday, March 25, 2018
The Mission House, Green Room
169 Bleecker Street, New York, NY
âYou look like someone punched you in the vagina.â
 âThanks, Niall.â Harry snaps.
 He shrugs and sit next to Harry in the backstage green room of the Mission House.
 âBut himmmm?â Harry whines, for like, the fortieth time.
 It takes Niall five deep breaths to choke down what he wishes he could say to Harry and comes up with a rare supportive comment, âfor what itâs worth I donât see her going through with it.â
 âWhat makes you think that?â Louis interjects, âheâs literally one of the nicest people Iâve met, heâs going to be a doctor for Christâs sake. He drives an Audi A5 Coupe, he volunteers at the animal shelters -â
 âOh Iâm sorry I wasnât aware you had a crush on him,â Harry snips as Niall faux snores.
 Louis scoffs, âwhatever man, sheâd be stupid not to. Out of all of us, heâs the only one who actually has his shit together.â
 He wasnât wrong.
 âAnyways,â Harry starts, âI think tonight is a good night to play the new song.â
 Niall raises an eyebrow, âyouâre like four beers in, I donât think youâre ready to play anything new in your state, Mate.â
 âYou forgot the two tequila shots,â Louis reminds.
 Harryâs hazy, and completely drunk. He always plays better a little buzzed, he was more daring, and a little less uptight. But completely fucking blitzed? Well this is uncharted territory.
 âI think itâll be fine,â he slurs.
 The longer he stands upright the more the room starts to spin. He swears he didnât feel this drunk five minutes ago. It doesnât help that he hasnât eaten since this morningâs pancakes at ten oâclock. Â
 Evan is fucking engaged to the Valium. In some ways he could believe it and in some ways he couldnât. Louis was unfortunately right. On paper, the dude was perfect. Heâd checked off all of Evanâs boxes long ago and what was even worse was that they had history. They dated on and off throughout high school and after a year apart their freshman year of college, theyâd been inseparable ever since. Sure, Harry had Jordan. And he did love her in a way. What way that was, he wasnât quite sure of yet. He couldnât help but feel something was missing between him and Evan; some vital âaha!â moment that was just six years too late in hitting her. That someday sheâd wake up and feel the same way he did.
 Now, to be clear, Harry is not lovesick. It ebbs and flows inside of him. Heâd go weeks, even a month or two without having that tugging ache on his heart of wanting what he couldnât have. Then heâd have a few beers and whine to the boys about it and have a shag or twelve with Jordan to set himself straight again. Before anything, Evan was his best friend. Besides Louis, of course. He cherished her friendship above everything and it made him feel sick every time he wanted her in that way.
 âWeâre not doing anything new tonight,â Louis reasons, ânow letâs get some water and carbohydrates into you before you get up there and blow chunks, alright?â
 âDid someone say carbohydrates?â Evan chimes from the doorway, wielding two large platters of food.
 âAlright, weâve got...mozzarella sticks and potato skins, take your pick -â
 Harry dives in the second the platters hit the table, shoveling food into his mouth, âthanks Ev.â
 Evan tilts her head towards the door, Niall and Louis catch on but Harry is too busy stuffing his face to see her subtly kicking the other boys out of the room. She shuts the door behind them when they walk out.
 âYou alright?â She asks when Harry finally comes up for air.
 Harry feigns confusion, âyeah? Why wouldnât I be?â
 Evan puts her hand on her hip and gives him the look, the one she gives every so often when she sees through his bullshit, and Harry knows it.
 âWell for starters, youâre drunk. You never get drunk before a gig.â
 âNerves,â he replies, shoving a whole mozzarella stick in his mouth.
 She rolls her eyes and takes another step closer to him. Evan reaches out, holding his face between her palms, âI know you, youâre upset over something. You canât lie to me. I always call you on your bullshit.â
 She looked at him and it was like that first night when they met when could have have kissed her the first time and maybe then they wouldnât be in this mess. Heâd perfected resisting the urge over the years as the fates had presented him many opportunities. Her eyes were watery like they were when she was holding back from crying, heâd seen it time and time again, and he hated himself for bringing her an ounce of pain like that.
 âIâm just going to miss you, is all,â Harry manages.
 Evan pulls him in, wrapping her arms around his middle. Harryâs resistant at first, heâs drunk and daring and feeling all too many emotions at once. He canât say anything, and just stands there holding his arms loosely around her.
 âIâm not going anywhere. I already told Huck Iâm not moving until after the wedding. You still have me.â
 If only he did, he thinks.
 Still held in an embrace, he could feel the wetness of Evanâs tears seeping through the fabric of his shirt when she pushes her face into the crook of his neck. For as long as heâd known Evan Bosco, heâd only seen her actually cry twice; once, when their cat Gretchen died, and the second, at the end of Titanic. Evan was an level headed person; logical. She wasnât directed by emotions or feelings, she was precise in her actions and in her life and well, if she thought marrying Jacob-fucking-Huckabee was a good idea, then it probably was.
 âAre you just sure youâre ready for your last name to be Huckabee?â Harry mumbles into her ear, his chest vibrating with a quick chuckle.
 Evan snorts and gives him one last squeeze before letting go. She wipes her eyes and sniffs, trying to hide her tear streaked cheeks.
 âYou should probably get out there, everyoneâs waiting for you.â
 Harry shrugs, âthey can wait, youâre more important.â
 Evan approaches him again, sliding her hand to the back of his head, twisting the short curls at the nape of his neck between her fingers. She lets her thumb slide against his cheek  and jaw and bottom lip and Harry thinks for a second that she may actually kiss him. His heart is racing so loud heâs damn well sure she can hear it loud and clear. He notes something in her eyes, is it hesitation? You goddamn wish, he thinks.
 Stupid girl. Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
  Evan sits around the booth with the rest of the gang, minus the three bandmates. Theyâve crammed themselves into their usual spot. Sharnaâs elbow is digging into her hip while Huckâs arm is wrapped protectively around her middle. Polly and Jordan are bickering over whoâs more politically correct on this weekâs latest cause. Thereâs more space now than there will be later when the eight of them are stuffed into the U-shaped booth that hugs the bar table. Empties already line the far edge of the tableâs surface and thereâs a mix of half watered down drinks and shot glasses in clusters that clang every time someone bumps the table.
 Huck is drunk and grabby. Heâs subtle, though. Heâll press a kiss below an ear and then into the smallest exposed part of collar bone. His hands will dive between Evanâs thighs and gently squeeze; âjust warming my handsâ, heâll say. His breath smells like the three whisky sours heâs downed in the last hour and a half. Glassy eyed, Huck whispers in Evanâs ear, sending a shiver down her spine, âyou excited?â He asks, toying with the ring on her left hand.
 She smiles, âyeah,â comes out in barely a whisper.
 Evan plants a kiss on his jawline, and wiggles out of his grip, âIâm gonna go get some food for the boys backstage, Iâll be back in a jiff,â she says before giving him another peck on the cheek.
 She orders Harryâs two favorite bar foods; mozzarella sticks and potato skins. Jojo behind the counter adds it to the gangâs running tab that theyâve had since Evanâs twenty-first birthday nearly four years ago. She shutters to think of what the total of it is, but wipes it easily from her mind. She looks down at her hand and watches the diamond on her ring finger twinkle under the dim bar lighting.
 âDamn, girl!â Jojo reaches across the bar and grabs Evanâs hand. âHuckabee splurged. Congrats!â
 Evan grins, but it doesnât quite reach her eyes, âthanks!â
 âIf you need anyone to bartend the wedding, Iâm your girl,â she winks, âdonât even have to pay me. Just make sure Huckleberry has some hot groomsmen for me to feast on.â
 âIâll see if heâs got any hot med school friends for you,â Evan teases.
 âLooooord almighty, a doctah?â Jojo emphasizes her southern twang and starts fanning herself with a stack of paper napkins.
 Evan clutches her stomach laughing, an annoyed patron at the other end of the counter bangs on its mahogany top for Jojoâs attention, âsorry, have to take care of the createns,â she mutters under her breath, and within a half second musters up a cheesy customer service smile, âwhat can I get for you, darlinâ?â
 She canât help but feel the ring on her finger weigh her down like a dead weight. Evan blames it on the sensation of having something new (and a very heavy something, at that) on a finger that had previously been bare for twenty four years. She twists the metal back and forth, occupying herself by watching people in the packed bar. People watching was a common pastime of hers. She longed to understand the meaning of people and why they do what they do and why they donât do what they donât do. As Niall would always tell her âitâs just not that deep, Mateâ but she liked to think that human existence could be boiled down to more than just wants and needs.
 The bar always seemed hazy with the strings of  globe bulb lights that lined the ceiling in perfect tight zig-zags. Evan liked the dim lighting because it hid her bar burn when she would drink a little too much. It also made you feel a certain way; warm, happy, like nothing could hurt you here because everything and everyone glowed and things that glowed couldnât hurt you.
 âFoodâs done!â Jojo drops the two platters onto the bartop, snapping Evan out of her momentary daydream.
 âThanks Jo! Have a round with us if you can?â
 She glares to the line of people waiting, âI donât think tonightâs the night, but enjoy one for me,â she winks.
 The walk from the bar counter to the sorry excuse for the Mission Houseâs green room is short. In reality the green room used to be a freezer, but when the place nearly burned down ten years ago the owners converted it into a green room for local bands they hired to play. Harry, Louis and Niall were the top bill on Sunday nights. They had a small following with their band and Evan knew Harry wished he could do more with it than he was. He by no means had the dreams of becoming a rock star of any sort, but anything was better than teaching third graders how to play Hot Cross Buns on the recorder.
 âDid someone say carbohydrates?â She rings, displaying the trays in her hand, âalright weâve got mozzarella sticks, potato skins, take your pick -â
 Harry lands face first into the platters before sheâs had a second to finish. Heâs drunk, she knows that at the very least but she wants to know why. He takes gigs much too seriously to get drunk. She spots at least four empty beer bottles while Louis and Niall are still nursing their first. She catches a glance at his bloodshot eyes when he mumbles a âthanks Evâ at her.
 With a nudge of her head, the other boys take her hint and leave her to it with Harry. She knows heâd lie through his teeth to the boys about what was going on in his head but he never could get a damn thing past Evan, and she knew that very well.
 âYou alright?â She asks gently.
 Thereâs a flicker of something in his eyes, âyeah? Why wouldnât I be?â
 Evan puts a hand on her hip and fixates her eyes on his, locking with them for a second and giving an empathetic sigh, âwell for starters, youâre drunk. You never get drunk before a gig.â
 He breaks the eye contact. âNerves,â he says while gulping down another deep fried piece of cheese.
 Evan knows what sheâs doing well. Harry wears his heart on his sleeve and itâs never too hard to tell when heâs upset about something. When she rolls her eyes at him, she makes sure to do it nice and slowly so he can see. She closes the space between them in a single step and reaches out, forcing his face between her palms, âI know you, youâre upset over something. You canât lie to me. I always call you on your bullshit.â
 He gives her a look she hasnât seen him give in a very, very long time. On the night they met, in fact. It happens so quick she thinks she may have been making it up in her head. Whatever it was, Evan canât quite place it. Tears start to form in the corners of her eyes. While marrying Huck meant spending the rest of her life with the man she loved, she couldnât help but feel her heart break when that same notion also meant leaving behind the other man she loved.
 âIâm just going to miss you, is all,â he mutters.
 Evan tugs on his shirt to pull him into her. She can feel every muscle in his body tense up when they touch, as if heâs holding something back from her. Her arms slither under his and she hugs him so tight sheâs worried heâll puke up all the greasy bar food heâs just shoved down his throat at warp speed. Harry doesnât budge, and his arms lay loosely around her form.
 âIâm not going anywhere. I already told Huck Iâm not moving until after the wedding. You still have me.â
 Forever and ever and ever and ever, she thinks.
 Evan presses her face into his shoulder and lets herself cry into him. She prays he canât feel her body shake against him as she lets out the silent sobs. Evan wasnât much of a cryer, but when she didâŠ
 âAre you just sure youâre ready for your last name to Huckabee?â Harryâs chuckle tickles her, and his voice is so light and fragile in a way sheâs never heard before.
 She snorts, welcoming the lightheartedness and gives Harry one last hug before finally letting go. She wipes her eyes and cheeks with the back of her hand and sniffs away the saltiness, âyou should probably get out there, everyoneâs waiting for you.â
 âThey can wait, youâre more important.â
 Itâs like all the airâs been sucked out of the room and Evan pauses for a half moment before coming back to Harry. She slides her hands behind his head and toys with the slop of curls that lie there, twirling them around her index finger, that damn ring weighing her down. Evanâs hands slide to the sides of his face, grazing her thumb across his cheek, tracing the sharpness of his clenched jaw, and finally a swipe to his bottom lip.
 Stupid boy. Can you feel it? Can you feel it?
  The gig is great as usual. Despite Harry being drunker than a skunk, the boys managed to pull off one hell of a show and Harry at least had the decency to start puking after they were finished.
 âWater and bread for you, buddy.â Louis pats his back.
 Harry is about a half step away from unconsciousness, his face buried in the crook of his arm that is spread across the table. Jordan is leaning on him, not too far behind in her state. Evan mentally prepares herself for having to listen to that all night long, neither of them were very...quiet, so to speak. Everyone is drunk and happy again and the moment in the green room is long gone from Harry and Evanâs minds.
 At least for the time being.
 âHey did you invite your dad tonight?â Sharna slurs, ânope, wait. Iâmma text him.â
 She struggles like a child to unlock her phone and whines, dropping it to the table when it doesnât work.
 âCan you please not get that excited over my father? Itâs gross.â
 âYour dad is a fucking DILF and you know it,â her friend pips, sipping from the little black straw in her AMF.
 Evan gags, âshut the fuck upppppp,â she groans, covering her ears.
 The rest of the table is laughing hysterically, except Niall. This pisses Sharna off. Sheâs funny. What she said was funny. Everyone should be laughing.
 Niall never laughs at Sharnaâs jokes. She should know this by now.
 âSo Niall, howâs the novel coming?â She asks with a touch of poison in her voice.
 âItâs great,â he starts, âIâve already killed your character off.â
 Sharna responds with a middle finger while she sucks up the last of her drink, the straw making a slurping sound as it struggles against the ice to get the last bit of liquid in the bottom of her empty glass.
 Polly is asleep leaned up against Louis. Evan can hear her little snores and see the tiny pool of drool collecting on her boyfriendâs shirt. He gulps the last of his pint  before patting her on the cheek lightly to wake her up. Polly grumbles and curls herself into him more, âup and at âem Little One. Youâve got class bright and early and I have to be up in four hours to make some macchiatos for overworked White Collars.â
 She groans and finally obliges and manages to stand up long enough to jump on Louisâ back. They both wave as they head for the door. Evan chuckles as she watches them leave and turns to give Huck a little peck on the neck.
 âI love you,â he whispers low enough for just the table to hear, âI canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you.â
 Heâs drunk and kind of going cross eyed when he says it, but Evan knows itâs sincere, âI love you too,â she responds, and gives him a solid kiss on the lips.
 The bile in Harryâs throat threatens round two.
 âI think itâs time for us to go,â Harry mentions, âyou coming home tonight?â He motions to Evan.
 Huck is glassy eyed and she knows heâll pass out the second he hits the sack, take up half the mattress, and not move until morning. She was already feeling the effects of a hangover, and didnât feel like adding no sleep to that menu.
 âYeah, Iâll get this one a cab home and meet you back at the apartment.â
 She nudges her fiance and he slowly and sloppily slides his way out of the booth, hanging onto Evan for dear life. Or in this case, for his balance, and the two stumble to the sidewalk where she hails him a cab with the snap of her fingers. With the help of the taxi driver, and a hefty tip, she sees him off and starts the very short walk back to the apartment.
 The air is chilly but not freezing. Her bare legs prick with tiny goosebumps from her ankles to her thighs and she canât help but think about Harry and what happened before the gig. They have these moments, every now and again, seconds between moments where she thinks things may be different, where one of them would actually have the gaul to say how they really feel. But things like that donât happen for people like Evan Bosco. So she settles for marrying the brain surgeon and hopes one day sheâll get over that missing piece in her chest.
 Meanwhile, Harry stays inside with Jordan, who at this point, is totally asleep.  He gently nurses two more shots and a Rum and Coke before ordering an Uber for his girlfriend. Sheâll end up waking up at 6am puking her brains out and he didnât feel like spending his morning holding back her hair. Harry wanted to go home and drink until he couldnât remember his name and try and forget this day ever happened.
 Apartment 11A is dark by the time Harry reaches the door. He looks around for signs of Evan, and sees her boots tipped over on the mat next to the entry and a half drank glass of water on the kitchen counter. He stumbles to the bar cart awkwardly shoved in a small corner of the kitchen and pulls out the fullest bottle of alcohol there is (which happens to be tequila) and brings it to bed with him.
 Monday, March 26, 2018
185 Bleecker Street, Apartment 11A, New York, NY
 Itâs no surprise when Harry wakes up with a blinding headache. Itâs already half past ten, which means heâs missed his first lesson at work. He makes up a half assed apology via text to his boss and lies about an aunt who passed away, then rolls back over for another hour or two until heâs woken up by Evanâs hurling noises.
 Down the hall in their shared bathroom, Evan pukes out the contents of last nightâs celebrations. She may have helped herself to a half bottle of wine when sheâd gotten home, tempted by it sitting on the counter when she tried to responsibly chug a glass of water and an aspirin before going to bed. She hears Harryâs footsteps coming up the hallway when another bout of vomit spills out of her.
âDonât come in here,â she moans, her voice broken and hoarse, âIâm disgusting.â
 âI got you a glass of water!â He reasons.
 â....Fine.â
 Harry opens the door and walks slowly into the bathroom. Not for her sake, but for his, the slower he moves, the less dizzy his hangover makes him feel.
 Evan snaches the glass from his hand and gulps it down, âthanks,â she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, âwhy arenât you at work?â
 âCalled out,â he replies, taking the glass back and a sip for himself, âwhy arenât you at work?â
 She glares, âcalled out.â
 Harry lets out a breathy laugh, âcâmon, Iâll make you a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on a bagel.â
 Evan clutches her chest dramatically, âmusic to my ears!â
 Despite that one time he set the stove on fire, Harry was actually a halfway decent cook (at least in his mind). The two ate their breakfasts at the table with two cups of coffee each, respectively. Neither wanted to bring up their talk last night. Theyâd both felt it, that second between a moment when they feel brave, as if they could break through some sort of invisible wall of bullshit that the both of them put up and finally break it down.
 Harry, mostly for the sake of his hangover, didnât want to bring it up for a variety of reasons. He was clearly drunk, as Evan already knew at that point, and hoped that would be enough to keep her quiet. Pride was another, for obvious reasons. But sheâd pulled him in first and she cried. He looked to his shoulder for a moment and saw the black smudge of her mascara still on his shirt. It was all too much for him to think about at this hour with this bad of a headache. He wanted to finish his meal and crawl back into bed and sleep for about another week straight.
 Did she feel it too? He thinks. Probably not because sheâs still got the ring on her finger and he watches her play with it over and over again like sheâs adjusting a fucking noose around her neck while they talk about todayâs weather and how winter seems to be finally over. She couldnât have felt it too, Evanâs a bold woman, she goes for things that she wants and if she had wanted Harry in that second then she would have wanted him in all the other seconds too. And he canât wait for the day he can finally wake up in the morning and not have Evan Bosco on his mind.
 He felt nothing, not a damn thing, she thinks as she takes the last bite of her breakfast sandwich. Also, she thinks that her ring is too loose because it slides too easily between her knuckle and the middle joint in her finger. Was it this heavy on her hand last night too? She felt the cold metal slip again as she balls up the napkin and tosses it on her plate. Evanâs lucky if sheâs had at least two hours of sleep from the night. She knew she shouldnât have mixed the red wine with liquor from the bar but desperate times call for desperate measures.
 âSo what are you up to today?â Harry asks.
 âWell, I have an article due by the end of the day tomorrow, but I think Iâll check in with my dad and see if he wants to go out for dinner or something. I havenât seen him in a couple weeks.â
 As the Millennial Voice column expert in her fatherâs travel magazine, Evan was tasked with writing a monthly column on the hot spots in different cities that twenty-somethings would enjoy. But, due to the lack of budgeting, this usually just consisted of Google research rather than actual travel.
 âI miss Papa Bosco. I havenât heard any of his -ismâs lately,â Harry chuckles.
 Evan Bosco Sr., who not only was fluent in Klingon, was also a walking, talking fortune cookie of life advise. Most of which he had taken out on his daughterâs friends, âoh Iâm sure heâll have plenty saved up for you next time you see him.â
 âI love a man who can make me cry about my life choices,â Harry smirks.
 Evan rolls her eyes, âor lack thereof. Any big plans for you today?â She asks.
 He shrugs, âIâll probably just loaf around and eat my weight in Chinese food, maybe jerk off in the shower - â
 âYouâre deplorable,â Evan snides, tossing her crumpled napkin at him.
 Harry sips his coffee, feeling the chip on the edge of his monogrammed mug slice the soft flesh of his inner lip. He winces a bit, and licks off the blood.
 Monday, March 26, 2018
987 Amsterdam Ave, Apartment 5B, New York, NY
 Evan busies herself with unpacking the bags of groceries sheâd collected for tonightâs dinner. Her father wasnât home yet, and she was sure due to the large amounts of missed calls and texts that heâd have a lecture waiting for her. Almost twenty-five years old and Evan was still subjected to her fatherâs lectures. She knows he did it out of love, but sometimes, she just wished heâd let her fuck up without there having to be a lesson about it afterwards.
 More often these days, Evan found herself missing their old apartment. It was modest, for the city. The walls were white and covered in exposed brick and held framed photos of maps and photography of all the places theyâd explored together. It was a little cleaner, with Evan gone. No empty glasses left on the coffee table, just to the bottom left of the coaster, leaving yet another ring in the tableâs surface. And no matter how many times Evan Sr. had to yell at his daughter about it, she never learned.
 She missed the smell of the bakery across the street wafting through their windows in the morning, making the entire place smell like warm, buttery croissants. She missed their neighbors across the hall with their hyperactive Yorkie, Chico, who never seemed to stop yipping. Hell, Evan even missed the way her socks always slid against the hardwood floors and sheâd bust her ass every so often when she would pivit just right. She felt as if she had a semi permanent bruise on her hip from falling over the years.
 But most of all, she missed coming home to her father. Who, despite still having social anxiety at age forty eight and mumbled more than he actually spoke, was the most loving creature on the face of the planet. She checks the time, thereâs still about another ten minutes before he would be walking in the front door, tossing his messenger bag on the floor, and reaching into the fridge for a beer. Just one, though. Always one.
 Throughout their time travelling during her childhood, Evan found out that the greatest thing about it werenât the sights, or the culture, or the tourist traps. It was the food. Between the two of them, theyâd created what they dubbed âThe Holy Grailâ of recipes from their travels. Transcribed into a notebook with crunchy pages and stuck together with food splatter,  shoved into the cabinet above the fridge, Evan knew she could make any meal in this book and immediately be back on her fatherâs good side.
 Tonight it was Paella, the recipe was given to them by the Chef of a little hole in the wall place in ValĂšncia. It was her fatherâs absolute favorite meal and he swore he could never get it just right like Evan could.
 âSurprise!â Evan declares as her father walks in the door, both confused but also relieved to see his daughter.
 Evan Bosco Sr. drops his bag at the door and slides past his daughter to stalk into the kitchen for his one beer, âyou werenât at work today,â he mutters.
 âYes...well...itâs been an interesting twenty four hours. Plus I slept in and -â
 It takes her father approximately three and a half seconds to recognize the symptoms and before she can finish her  sentence, he interjects, âyouâre hungover.â
 Her father cracks a smile, probably the first one all day. Evan Sr. wouldnât say that he hated his job, he just hated how draining it was, and sometimes it took smelling Paella cooking in the kitchen to bring you back down to Earth again.
 âI am, but,â Evan holds up her left hand to show off the ring, âIâm also engaged.â
 Evan Sr. presses his lips together and tilts his head to the left. He gulps once before processing the diamond on her finger, âIâm happy for you, sweetheart.â
 Evan recognizes that look on her fatherâs face. It was the same one he had when she came home from school one time in seventh grade and told him it was now her lifeâs dream to drop out of middle school and join the Peace Corps. It was first a flash of confusion, followed up by mild disgust and then finished off with the sudden realization that he had to pretend to support his only daughter in a terrible decision.
 âAre you?â She quizzes.
 Evan Sr. nods, âsure am! Just been a long day.â
 He takes a long swig of his beer and places it onto the counter with a shaky hand. The green bottle double clinks onto the counter.
 âHowâs Harry taking it?â He asked, stirring the simmering food in the pan.
 Evan grabs the wooden spoon from his hand, âfine, why?â
 Her father takes another choking gulp of his beer. Heâs halfway done in just the two gulps heâs taken so far.
 âJust curious,â he pips, putting an arm around his daughterâs shoulders, âhe is losing his best friend, after all.â
 Evan Bosco Sr. of Columbus, Ohio wanted nothing more than for his only daughter to marry the man of her dreams. Evan Sr. knew that Jacob Huckabee was not going to be this man. He knew this for a while, and while he always wanted to support his daughter in her decisions, couldnât help but feel slighted by the latest development in her relationship status. Slighted, not only because had Jacob not considered his fiancee's fatherâs opinion in the matter of their union, but also because he was the most absolutely boring person on the face the the planet. This, all coming from a man who studied the courtship rituals of insect mating in college.
 For fun.
 âWhat is the male obsession with thinking theyâre going to lose someone who gets married?!â Evan groans, âIâm not going anywhere.â
 âI know,â he pats her on the back, âitâll just be an adjustment for him. Iâm sure heâs going to have to find a new roommate.â
 âWhy donât the two of you move in together since youâre like, so obsessed with each other,â Evan rolls her eyes.
 Her father grins, âHarry will always have a place in this household.â
 âYeah,â she scoffs, âI swear if you had it your way Iâd be marrying him,â
 It felt a little too toxic to say and her father bit his tongue and fought back what he wanted to say. Recalling a time not all that long ago, when Harry was in a vulnerable state and confessed all that he felt for Evan Sr.âs daughter and he let himself reflect for a moment to a time in his life when he knew what it felt like to be absolutely helpless in love with someone.
 Being a single father was not the life that Evan Bosco Sr. had planned for himself. Heâd met his forever girl (or so heâd imagined) at age eighteen. They had dreamed of a life together traveling the world with each other. However, Elizabeth Highwater, or Just Lizzie, as Evan Sr. had called her through their nine year courtship, had never wanted children. So after a few years of marriage and a few spins around the globe Evan Sr. had suggested settling down somewhere and starting a family. It was six months after that conversation that Lizzie had found herself pregnant with a child she didnât really want. She stuck around at first, playing doting wife and mother. But there had been a new man that offered her an out and a new life, the life a Highwater was expected to have. And all of this did not involve being the wife of Evan Bosco Sr.
 So she left. One day on a chilly November night with nothing more than a packed suitcase and a note left behind to her husband and only daughter. Evan Sr. lied to his daughter about her motherâs whereabouts until age twenty-three, twenty years after sheâd left. He had told her that her mother was really a mermaid, and that she had to go back to the ocean for a little while, but sheâd eventually be back. It seemed stupid, but in a way it helped him heal as well.
 But Elizabeth Highwater did not come back. At least not until her new husband had called Evan up a year or so ago to tell her that her mother had died. Evan remembers feeling a whole lot of nothing and then a whole lot of something seemingly all at once. She always harbored resentment for the woman like an anchor inside of her. She hated her mother for leaving her, and even more for breaking her fatherâs heart. She saw it it in the crinkles in the corners of his eyes and in the way the world seemed to always rest on his shoulders.
 Evan had flown out to her parentâs hometown of Columbus, Ohio and met her step father for the first time and saw the house theyâd lived in together and the evidence of her motherâs life without her child over the last twenty years. It was a good life, by the looks of it; big house but not too big, nice car, a boat trailered in the backyard. Evanâs time in Ohio had been summed up by something that Niall had dubbed the âOhio Incidentâ.
 But weâll get to that later.
 âAs long as youâre happy, Pumpkin, so am I.â
 Evan Sr. feigns a smile, pressing his lips together so tightly they turn white.
 She takes a step closer to her father and places a single hand on his shoulder, âdad, youâre a terrible liar.â
 He raises a brow and finishes off his beer before walking away into the living room.
 Evan paces around the kitchen, occupying herself with setting their places at the kitchen island that took the place of a dining room table. She pours a glass of the wine she had brought over and sits on the counter while the last of their dinner cooks.
 Why did he seem surprised? She thinks to herself. Arenât boyfriendâs supposed to ask permission from the father of their girlfriend for their hand in marriage? Perhaps sheâs thinking too much about it. Perhaps Huck had mentioned it in passing and her father had forgotten, or chosen to forget about it. Huck knew how close Evan was to her father, he wouldnât overlook such a tradition.
 Would he?
 Monday, March 26, 2018
185 Bleecker Street, Apartment 11A, New York, NY
 âJordan for the last time Iâm not going to your fucking parentâs house for the weekend! I have too much to do here. Just please drop it,â Harry throws himself onto the couch while his girlfriend stomps around the edges of the living room, circling him like prey.
 Theyâd gotten into another argument, shocker, at first in the early afternoon when Jordan had called Harry complaining as to why he didnât spend the night with her, nursing her through her vomit inducing hangover. By the time sheâd laid it all into him it was half past five and he was starting to get hungry. Knowing Evan would be at her fatherâs, he invited her over to order some take away and could maybe make out with her. If for, at the very least, to get her to shut the fuck up.
 âI just donât understand you! One second youâre here and the next I feel like youâre on the other side of the world. I canât keep doing this - â
 âStop, stop, stop.â
 Harry leaps up and puts a palm over Jordanâs mouth, âfor the love of God, stop complicating things. I just really donât have the time to go upstate this weekend!â
 He removes his hand slowly.
 âItâs much more than that, Harry,â thereâs a flicker in her wet eyes. Sheâs about to cry. Shit. âI canât do this right now. I think we need to have some time apart, And Iâm not talking our usual time apart. Iâm thinking this may have to be permanent.â
 She sits on the edge of the couch and Harry follows. She wipes just below her right eye with the back of her hand and sniffs, âI see all these happy couples and I always wonder why we canât be them. I know you just think Iâm a brat that nags at you all the time,â sheâs crying more now and Harry starts to feel terribly, âbut I do love you, and I do want a future with you. But if you canât even spend a weekend with my family...for something I told you about months ago and suddenly you donât have time? Thatâs not normal Harry.â
 Harry stares at his hands, âI donât want to hurt you, Jordy.â
 âYeah well, youâre a little late for that,â she replies, and the sting hits him square in the chest, âI just want to be happy. I want to celebrate each other. I want what Evan and Jake have! I want to get married one day and spend the rest of my life with someone who loves me just as much as I love them.â
 That was all it took, and Harry didnât feel so bad about her tears anymore. Deep down, he knew it wasnât her fault. How was she supposed to her her boyfriend was in love with his best friend? He resented her statement. The wound was still fresh and the hangover in trying to forget the whole thing was still lingering.
 âI donât think you can be that for me right now, Harry.â Jordan says.
 She stands and kisses the top of his head, âIâll let myself out.â
 Harry doesnât reply to anything. It takes him ten minutes after the front door shuts to take a deep breath again. Usually when this happened, he knows Jordan would be back soon; in a couple days, a week, a month tops. But something about this time feels different.
 Itâs not long after Jordan leaves that Evan arrives back home. She smells like wine and Spanish food and her fatherâs cologne. She can sense the tension in his face the moment she lays eyes on him.
 âEverything alright?â She questions.
 âI feel like youâre asking me that a lot lately.â
 âItâs because youâre incredibly transparent. I know you better than you know yourself, you know,â she grins.
 Harry falls silent and looks to the floor, âJordan dumped me again.â
 Evan fails to act surprised, âplease remind me how this is new news?â She says, hanging up her coat and kicking off her boots.
 Harry huffs and stands, picking her boots up off the floor and places them on the shoe rack next to the door, âshe said she wants to be with someone who loves her just as much as she loves them.â
 Thereâs attitude in his voice and Evan can sense it, âyeah, still failing to see the big shocker here, Harriet. What do you expect from the poor girl? You guys break up like every other week for some stupid shit and then get back together without ever working anything out. Of course sheâs going to realize you donât love her back.â
 Harryâs breath catches for a moment, âI do love her.â
 Evan rolls her eyes.
 âOkay maybe not like that, in that way,â Harry defends, âbut I do have love for herâŠIâm just not in love with her.â
 âDing ding we have a winner! Only took you how long to figure it out?â
 Harry lets out a breathy laugh and swings an arm around Evan, âyeah, yeah. So how did Papa Bosco take your big engagement news?â
 She pauses before answering, âstrangely. I donât know. Itâs like he wanted to say something but didnât. But not something like âoh I think this is a terrible ideaâ but like he, I donât know, like heâs waiting for me to figure something out.â
 Oh if she only knew.
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