Atypical

You worried about the regionals?

I know Clayton Prep has that one speedy Mexican girl,

but I know you could beat her.

Are you offended I called her Mexican? 'Cause she actually is.

I kissed a boy.

Wow.

That's something.

Yeah, I wasn't gonna tell you, but you're kind of my goto,

which makes me feel like a loser.

Wow. That's your first kiss, huh?

That's...

That's a big deal.

Oh, God, you're being weird. I'm not being weird.

You are. You're running away from me, moving your arms weird.

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

It's how I run.

Wait a second. Hold on a second.

Who is this boy?

What school does he go to? What do you guys do together?

How tall is he?

His name is Evan, and he goes to tech school.

And we mostly just hang out at Kennedy Park.

And he's coming over to do homework. Homework?

What kind of homework do they give at the tech school?

Can he fix our AC? Can we stop talking about this?

Casey?

Casey, wait up!

Whoever said "Practice makes perfect"

was an idiot.

Humans can't be perfect, because we're not machines.

Unfortunately, the best thing that you can say about practice

is that it makes... better.

Which is why I know that in order to be a good boyfriend to Julia,

I need a practice girlfriend first.

You get good at something when you do it repeatedly...

when you get into a routine.

Casey.

Why does my todo list say "Remove stick from butt!"?

I don't know.

But if it's on there, you got to do it, right?

You guys need fuel after your run? I made cinnamon buns.

No, no, no, no, no.

I got all the sugar I need right here.

Did you know there are 432 girls at our school

and 91 of them have a name that starts with an M,

which is 21%,

and the national average is only... 9%?

I 100% don't care.

Boop! Cool fact, buddy.

I'm going to the mall later. Does anybody need anything?

"No, Mom, but thanks for everything you do."

In second grade, Madison Gold gave me a valentine

with a picture of a western honeybee on it

that said "Bee mine." Bee.

I didn't understand why the word "be" was misspelled,

but she was nice and explained it to me.

That's the first joke I ever learned.

Hey, Madison. Bee mine.

Um... what?

Would you like to go on a date?

That's so nice, but I'm busy.

Okay.

Wait. I didn't tell you when the date is.

Friday, 6:00 p.m., Eastern.

I'm still busy.

Okay.

I also forgot to tell you that you would be my practice girlfriend.

The person I really like is Julia, my therapist, if that makes it better.

It makes it worse.

If Friday is bad, I could do Thursday instead.

My God! I don't want to go out with you.

Why not? Because...

Look, no offense at all... at all, at all...

but... you're really weird.

And you wear the same clothes every day.

I also have this guy from camp that I haven't seen in a while,

but we text all the time...

I need new clothes.

Okay. How come?

Girls seem to like it when boys wear more than one type of shirt. Why is that?

I guess to get a sense of your style. It says something about a person.

Like how some iguanas flare their colorful dewlaps to attract a mate.

Exactly... like that.

I think.

How do you currently pick out your clothes?

I don't. My mom does. Doesn't your mom pick out your clothes?

Not anymore.

I think maybe it's time to start picking out your own clothes.

But... how?

There are so many clothes.

And different colors and patterns and sizes.

This shirt is called "fog gray,"

but fog isn't even a color... it's translucent.

Just pick something that feels like you.

Once you live on your own, you'll need to choose your own clothes.

You can do this, Sam.

There's a stylish dude in there.

You mean me, right?

I do.

All right, you're doing great.

So, Casey has a boyfriend.

Uhoh.

Oh, no. It's okay. Casey's got a good head on her shoulders.

Just breathe normally, ma'am. You're doing great.

She told me about it, so that's a good thing, right?

I'm sure I got nothing to worry about.

That's the same thing I said about my daughter.

It's fun being a grandfather.

You'll like it.

Mom, I want to go shopping with you.

What?

You're going to the mall. I want to come.

I love spending time with you. You know that.

But it's easier if I go to the mall by myself.

But Julia says I need to learn how to do my own shopping

for when I live by myself one day.

Well, that's fine, and that's good for Julia to say,

but she wasn't with us the last time we went to the mall.

It was so overwhelming,

with all the sounds and the lights

and, God, that awful fountain

with the water going every which way.

I hated that fountain.

Yeah, you did.

And you ended up getting upset,

and do you remember what happened?

I slapped the nice man at Panda Express,

and then we got banned forever.

And we love their Kung Pao chicken.

But...

Julia thinks I'm ready.

How about this?

How about if I see anything that's cute,

I'll take a picture on my phone and send it to you,

and then you can shop from the comfort of home?

Pretty great idea, right?

No.

Mom, I'm not a little kid anymore.

I can go shopping.

I can do things.

Of course you can.

All right.

I'll finish up here, and we'll go, okay?

You want to help me put away the groceries?

No.

Wow, I have never seen a less photogenic family.

Yeah, we pride ourselves on that.

Can we be done now? No, no, no.

Oh, look at you in this one. Look at you scowling!

Yeah, I was annoyed.

My mom plans this autism walk every year,

and makes us take a picture to remember how sweaty we are.

Oh, man.

These are great.

Hey, where's your dad in this one?

That's weird. My mom never lets us skip.

When I had appendicitis, she told me to walk it off.

Dad.

This is... Evan.

Hey. It's nice to meet you, sir.

Thanks for stopping by.

Dad, why weren't you at the autism walk in 2004?

Huh?

You're not in the picture. Oh. I don't know.

I think I had a work thing.

Really? Mom let you skip it for a work thing?

Yeah.

So, you guys all done studying?

Is Evan ready to go?

No, he's gonna take me to track practice. I can take you.

Well, I don't need you to. He is.

Oh, Evan drives? You drive? Yes.

How's your record? Clean.

Parking tickets? Traffic violations? Mnhmnh.

Parole? None of that? No.

He stole a tuba. Casey.

What's that mean, "tuba"? What's that, slang?

We should probably get going.

Maybe you should get going. Dad!

Can we have a second?

Yeah. I'll be in the car. Yeah.

What the hell? I say that to you.

What are you doing? Coming home early. All up in my face. Acting like Mom.

You know, I love your mom, but that's a low blow.

Okay, I justYou know, I get worried about you.

I don't want you distracted.

I don't want you to screw up your track career.

I'm not. Track is important to me.

Is it? Yeah. Stop acting like a lunatic.

We're gonna talk about that tuba thing later, too.

Okay.

Thanks for the ride. Yeah.

We could've walked here faster. You drive like my nana.

Have you seen my car?

If I drive too fast, pieces fall off.

So... that was weird with your dad, right?

Yeah. He's just being stupid.

That's the way dads are with boys their daughters are dating.

No, I get that.

I mean, him lying about missing the autism walk.