So, Miss Best-Summer-Ever,
is it going to be the best fall ever?
What do you mean?
You and Logan.
Things were getting pretty serious at camp.
I...I mean...
They kissed.
Stop.
Thrice.
That means three, by the way.
So, are you guys like, fully boyfriend and girlfriend now?
I don’t know.
We haven’t talked since the end of camp.
Mary Anne!
It’s only been three weeks.
That’s like nothing.
Plus, it’s summer.
Yeah! And he said he was going to his grandparents’ in Kentucky.
See, they probably don’t have cell reception there.
Yes they do!
They absolutely have cell reception in Kentucky.
If you wanna see if it’s meant to be,
there’s one totally foolproof way to know.
Stalk him on social media.
No.
Compare your detailed astrological charts to find out if your love
is truly written in the stars.
We’ll figure out the exact position of the planets
at the moment of both of your births and-
Or, get this,
you could just text him
and tell him you miss him.
Mary Anne?
No! I mean yes!
I mean,
hi.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
I called him.
I know I’m being controlling, but I just feel so stupid.
I almost wore a gown.
That sounds pretty lame.
The proposal, I mean.
Not the gown.
Maybe your dad wanted to ask, but he just got nervous.
Candy grams! Get your candy grams delivered
to your sweetheart’s homeroom on Friday!
Five dollars!
Pretty expensive for a box of stale hearts.
Or maybe he didn’t get nervous at all.
Maybe Dawn and I got ahead of ourselves.
I mean, who in their right mind would ask someone to marry them
five days before Valentine’s Day?
Right?
What’s wrong?
Nothing.
It’s, it’s just...
I was kinda gonna ask you to be my girlfriend today.
I got you this bracelet!
But it can wait til Friday.
It can totally wait until Friday.
No!
I mean, not no!
No, as in don’t wait til Friday.
Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend.
Yeah.
Good?
Yeah.
Ok.
School.
Yeah.
Class.
Bye.
Welcome.
Isn’t it so nice to eat away from all of the noise and chaos of the singles?
Yeah, for sure.
Well, Valentine’s Day’s upon us.
Ugh, finally!
A day for us couples.
What do you boys have planned?
Last week was our five week anniversary
so of course we did this whole big thing.
So, I think we’re just gonna lay low.
You guys?
We made reservations at Salvatore’s.
Oh my God, jinx!
They always do that.
Oh my God, so do we!
What’s your plans?
Uhm.
I...
also made a reservation at Salvatore’s.
You did?
Their prix fixe menu looks divine.
Honestly,
my heart goes out to anyone who has to spend Friday alone.
I just cannot imagine.
At least I knew my first date was gonna be on Valentine’s Day.
Iconic, as Mallory would say,
but also a little scary.
Reservation?
Yeah.
My name is Logan.
Last name.
Sorry, Bruno.
B-R-
I know how to spell ‘Bruno’.
And a rose for the girl.
Thanks.
Wait here.
What to happened to me and Logan’s fun, easy banter?
We used to always know what to talk about.
Now, it was like we’re complete strangers.
Mary Anne?
Dad?
Oh, no.
How did this happen?
Are you spying on me?
What? No.
Wait, this is where your date is?
When you said date, I thought you meant pizza or the arcade.
I mean, what are the chances?
We do come here a lot.
Logan, you remember my dad from
parent’s weekend at summer camp.
Yeah.
Dad, Logan.
Logan, Dad.
And this is my...
Sharon.
Logan!
I’ve heard so much about you.
Bruno, party of two, your table’s ready.
Oh, can we actually make it a party of four?
Really? You’d...
You would want that?
The truth was
I’d do anything to save myself from having to carry the conversation with Logan.
Even if that meant going on a double date
with Sharon and my dad.
Let’s go around and say our love languages.
I’ll go first.
Mine is words of affirmation.
Logan.
Oh.
Uhm, I guess mine’s English.
Oh, no thanks.
I’m only thirteen.
I’ll take it.
Did Mary Anne tell you the big news?
Richard settled a big case out of court.
I love it when that happens.
I can’t do this anymore!
It’s Haley and Oliver.
I feel like I’m invisible in this relationship!
You just don’t care about my needs!
Oliver!
Don’t do this.
Stars, they’re just like us!
But if the poster couple of Stoneybrook Middle School
couldn’t even make it to the first course,
how could Logan and I stand a chance?
Thanks, Mr. Spier.
Sorry you had to cover me.
I really thought twenty bucks would be enough.
Please, call me Richard.
And you can pick up the tab the next time.
Guess I’m starting to realize I don’t know what a prix fixe meal is.
I thought it was a kind of food.
Totally get it.
I thought elbow grease was a kind of cleaning product.
Oh, my mom’s here to pick me up.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Marry Anne.
Bye.
Bye, Logan.
Wait, so you’re not mad?
Or sad?
Are you kidding?
Marry Anne, you read my mind.
I’ve been so stressed lately.
And if I had to spend one more lunch-
at the couple’s table, I know!
Not that that table’s gonna survive after tonight.
‘I feel so invisble in this relationship!’
‘You don’t care about my needs!’
So we’re friends?
Yeah.
Yeah, we’re just...
us.
Oh, my God.
We did the thing!
We did not do the thing.
Oh, should I give you your bracelet back?
No way!
I mean,
unless you wanna give it back-
Logan.
Don’t make it weird.
Sorry.