grown-ish

I thought you were off of relationships

ever since Cash broke your heart.

I was.

Me and Luca will hang out for 12 straight hours. Then...

Going home to change for the dance or something?

I'm not going to that.

And then, when I'm with Aaron,

it feels like we are in the friend zone.

- Then... - I like you like you.

And I'm down to make this a thing if you are.

Luca!

Before tonight, I didn't even realize either of you cared.

Now, you know.

It was time for me to grow up and make a decision.

Hey.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I screwed up.

I-I'm sorry.

I should've never let you go.

College is about figuring out who you are,

maybe before you're even ready.

It's when you decide what you want to be...

what you care about...

what kind of choices you're gonna make...

and even who you want to be with.

Look, I've been doing a lot of thinking,

and I don't want to be without you.

Can we talk for a minute?

But at the end of the day,

being grown is about facing those tough decisions head on.

Yeah. I'll text you.

So, I'd gone from wanting to know

how two guys felt about me...

...to knowing exactly how three guys felt about me.

And now, I didn't know how I felt at all anymore,

except for completely confused.

And, yes, I know there are worse problems in the world

than having three boys chasing after you...

...but it didn't really feel like it.

- Excuse me. - Excuse me. Excuse me.

Well, it looks like we won't be working out today.

Del Taco?

Mm.

Hold on...

'Sup, ladies?

Hey.

You guys working out? Why don't you jump in?

You should jump out.

Why are you even here? The basketball season is over.

Yeah. You should be out shopping

for your pink tuxedo for the draft.

Actually, um, I'm considering staying another year.

- - Why?

You're gonna be the number-one pick.

I made a commitment to this program.

And I feel like, next year,

we could have a real shot at the championship.

Okay, relax, All-America.

This isn't "SportsCenter."

Yeah, be real. What's going on?

I'm just gonna copy and paste a Wikipedia article,

then change all the font to Wingdings,

then act totally surprised

when the professor says that the file was corrupted.

Just like that, boom!

Bought myself an extra week on the assignment.

Nomi, this is a group project.

Shh.

Do you smell that?

Oaky notes of carob and subtle undertones of...

...hibiscus.

I think that's just weed.

Oh, no, friend-o.

That's not just weed.

That's Blueberry Hornet.

I thought this was just a myth.

Yo. Come in.

Or don't. Whatever. I don't care.

Wow. This is...

I know, right?

Wow. The blueberry finish on this is really special.

I want to say that I see what you're going for,

but I also don't want to lie to you.

Hold up. Are those cut-up pieces of...

Is that Zoey's belt?

Is this about Zoey?

Aww, Luca!

I'm sorry, ma'am. It's not my fault you slept all day.

This is what's left.

Look at me.

Do you honestly think lettuce and honeydew

are gonna cut it right now?

Yo.

Whoa. Looks like we both had a big night.

Hard to say.

Last thing I remember is Nomi trying to kiss me.

Right...

Okay. So, look, quick question.

Um, do you think Zoey would like it

if I surprised her with "Hamilton" tickets?

I'd nod my head, but everything hurts.

Okay. I just wanted to make sure

before I sold all the microwaves at Hawkins.

- - You'd really do that for her?

Yeah. I mean, I probably shouldn't, but I would.

Wait, what's happening here?

So, after spending the day locked in my room

trying to make a decision, I finally decided that

spending the day locked in a room

is a horrible way to make a decision.

At the end of the day,

I told myself that the grown thing to do

was get my ass out of bed, go to class,

finally face these guys head on, and...

and...

that was about as far as I'd gotten.

Oh.

Mira, we need to talk about Aaron.

Yoooo. We need to talk about Luca.

Girl... we need to talk about Cash.

I kind of want to go back to my room.

Wait, what are you doing?

We're supposed to be in class in five minutes.

Class?! How do you expect to go to class at a time like this?

We've got three guys in the palm of our hands.

- Sit. - "Our hands"?

What, were you expecting to make this decision on your own, Zoey?

I mean, how selfish can you be?

All right, fine. Maybe it wouldn't be

the worst idea to talk it out.

I mean, I was thinking of creating

a comprehensive pro/con list...

Sweetie, that's the dumbest shit I've ever heard.

Guys, this would be the best game ever of , Marry, Kill.

Yes.

Well, uh... Seriously?

Honestly, you guys want me to make the biggest decision

in my young adult life based on some drinking game?

Hey! This is not a game! Do you hear me?

This is real life.

Oh...

Whoa...

I... I'm sorry.

I-I just... I can't stand it

when people don't see the bigger picture.

Like, damn.

Well, Jazz, it's actually a pretty efficient way

of organizing your thoughts.

I mean, think about it.

Wouldn't it help to figure out which guy

you're most attracted to,

which you actually see a real future with...

And which bum-ass loser deserves to die.

I mean, it's the game.

Well... I guess you guys can't make me

any more confused than I already am.

Cool. I will go first.

And, guys, this will be quick and painless,

'cause I've already figured this out.

All right, so, here's what you do.

You sleep with Cash. You got to keep your number down.

You know what they say... Under seven, straight to Heaven.

Oh... God, Nomi, I am so sorry.

Joke's on you. Jews don't believe in Heaven.

- Mm. - You kill Luca.

'Cause look at yourself, and then look at him.

That's not someone you're ever really gonna take seriously.

I think I saw him wearing eye shadow the other day.

Yeah, he does do that sometimes.

Which is why marrying Aaron is the obvious choice.

The end. You're welcome.