Awkward.

Previously on "Awkward"...

If you don't have a plan to get this debt taken care of,

you're not going back to NYU.

So what are you guys celebrating?

I am moving in with Luke for the rest of the summer.

You said you wanted the world to know.

Not like this.

Luke! A moment?

If you're happy with the work

that I'm doing, then that's one thing...

Publicly declaring my love for Luke

was supposed to be an epic gesture,

but had somehow turned into an epic fail.

And now he was in Lizzy's office running damage control.

He'd been in there for 26 minutes.

How much damage was there to control anyway?

I had to wonder if there was more

to Luke's relationship with Lizzy than he had told me.

You shouldn't have written that article

without consulting me, Jenna.

It was a violation of trust.

- And now Lizzy's really upset. - Yeah.

A little too upset, if you ask me.

What is she, jealous?

She thinks I've been lying and secretive.

Well, you have been lying and secretive.

You have no idea how hard it's gonna be

for me to smooth things over with her.

How do you plan to do that?

- Sleep with her? - Grow up, Jenna.

I need some air.

Grow up?

- Grow up? - You're acting like a child.

I am not, jerk! Lookit.

You're just pissed because Lizzy has a thing for you,

and you wanted her to think that she's got a shot

so that you can stay teacher's pet.

If that's what you think of me,

- what are you even doing with me? - Honestly, I don't even know.

I'm leaving.

- So go! - I am!

But I know you need the car later.

So I am leaving as soon as the bus gets here.

Morning, beeyotch!

I brought you a $5 cup of coffee

in case you were homesick for New York.

You can't buy me back that easily.

After what you said to me?

Your cuppa joe is a cuppa joke.

Are you seriously still mad about that?

We had a little fight. Real friends get past those.

Real friends don't say mean things in the first place.

You called me an annoying dumbass.

And you called me an ass .

And I'm fine with it!

I get called an ass all the time!

I'm going to have to do God-knows-what

to get myself out of debt, and you don't even seem to care!

What hurts the most

is that I actually thought we were friends since New York.

Say what you want about Jenna,

but she would never treat me that way.

Okay, that was way meaner than "ass ."

So you're really not gonna forgive me?

Lissa always forgives me when I treat her like crap.

- It's kind of my thing. - I'm not Lissa.

And I don't understand

why you would want to treat any friend like crap.

I will accept your coffee, but not your apology.

As recently as yesterday,

living with Luke made me feel so adult,

so then why today did fighting with Luke

make me just want my mom?

Mom?

Anyone home?

Okay.

If I couldn't have my mom,

at least I could have my mom's clean sheets.

Living with Luke had meant feeling grown up,

but it had also meant going without the comforts of home.

Three flavors of ice cream.

A sink free of little shaving hairs.

Backup toilet paper.

Conditioner. Who doesn't use conditioner?

It also meant I'd missed a lot of mail.

"Camp Pookah.

"After 57 years, Camp Pookah is closing its doors.

"All alumni are invited

"to one last field day on the campgrounds.

$20 registration fee must be received no later than..."

Today?

Crap.

Since when are we doing hydrangeas?

They cost more than the lilies.

They cost a little more, but they last twice as long.

And some members were allergic to the lilies.

So I'm saving you money and cutting down on complaints.

Oh, well, you should have asked me.

If you want to go back to the lilies...

No, it's fine. They're already here.

I thought we could use the extra money

towards new hand dryers in the bathrooms.

I don't pay you to think, Rosati.

Meet me in the snack bar when you're done here.

Rosa found a mouse skull in the popcorn machine.

Pretty flowers, Jake!

Hey, is there any way

you could pick up Mrs. Taylor at her house?

Her engine died and she can't make it to my class.

I don't have time for that. I got a million things to do.

Well, we all have our crosses to bear, Jake.

Managing this club is a demanding job.

Why does no one appreciate that?

No, literally, my new class is called "Cross Fit."

We all bear crosses on our back while doing core exercises.

I already bought all the crosses,

and if no one shows, I won't meet my profit goal.

I can't leave,

but maybe I could record you teaching the class

on my phone and then email the video to Mrs. Taylor.

Great!

Could you also send one to Mrs. Yoo, Mr. Churchill?

Oh, and Selma Froder is in Florida, she might want one...

Why don't I just upload it to YouTube,

and then whoever who wants the link can have it?

That is so smart.

That way I can reach so many more people.

Thank you, Jakey.

Good gosh, just think of what Jesus could've done

if he'd had YouTube.

You are going to smile,

and you are going to take this

like the grown-ass woman that you are.

I know these heels are high.

I know this is degrading.

And you don't belong in some strange hotel room.

But you need the money, so you're gonna suck it up,

and close your eyes if you need to.

Thank you so much for filling in at the last minute.

What maid of honor gets taken down by strep throat?

More like maid of dishonor.

It's my pleasure.

I honestly didn't even know professional bridesmaids

were a thing until my wedding planner suggested it.

Jennifer was a disaster anyway.

She didn't even get a spray tan for the rehearsal dinner.

If you ask me, she deserved strep.

Well, now I have someone that I can order around,

and I don't have to feel bad about it because I'm paying you.

Don't worry about a thing.

I'm a nuptials ninja,

and I will make sure everything goes off without a hitch.

Speaking of which, it's time for pictures.

Bring in the groomsmen!

Grease up those smiles, people.

You got a long day of posing ahead of you.

Find your bridesmaid. Find your groomsmen.

You're over there. Just like we practiced, okay?

All right, guys, smile. Look alive.

You're the wedding party, not the wedding funeral.

Tamara?

A camp reunion seemed like the perfect way

to self-soothe after my fight with Luke.

I just hoped it wasn't too late to act like a kid again.

I needed a return to myself,

a return to home and happiness and security.

A return to...

Matty?

Jenna. Hey!

Well, I've been ignoring my mail.

What's your excuse for signing up late?

I wasn't gonna go. I mean, it's Camp Pookah.

Oh, come on, you loved this place.

I know, but it's in the past. Why get all nostalgic about it?

But then I broke up with Sully and figured, "What the hell?"

You broke up with Sully? Sorry.

- Don't act surprised. - I liked her.

Once you realized she didn't hate you.

True.

Luke and I got in this huge fight this morning,

and something about running around Camp Pookah

cracked out on bug juice just seemed comforting.

Lot of good times here.

The past isn't all bad, Matty.

You want to do something after this?

Misery loves company.

You know what misery loves more?

Frozen yogurt.

With gummy bears and those mochi things?

Mm-hmm.

We could get some and bitch about our lives.

- Friends do that, right? - They absolutely do.

Then let's absolutely do that.

I didn't know you were friends with Kelly.

I'm not. She's paying me.

Wow. I mean, she is kind of a bitch,

but I figured she at least had some real friends.

She's not paying me to be her friend.

She's paying me to be her professional bridesmaid.

Okay, that's a wrap on our first photo call.