Faking It

Previously on "Faking It"...

It's fine.

I don't have feelings for Karma anymore.

I wish it could always be like this.

Maybe people really can change.

My daughter will never be a lesbian.

Is that Amy?

Yeah, she had to go.

You should get under that guy.

I guess I could give it a shot.

Ah! Sasha, you're home.

Liam, you've grown.

Ah! Sasha! Get off!

Wakey, wakey, little mo-bro.

I hate you, you stanksnatch.

Oh, I hate you too, swishdick.

Play hooky with me today?

Please? I am so bored.

I wish, but I just did a run of Saturday morning detentions,

and I can't take any more.

Besides, it's been a week since you moved out

and, you know, dumped Jake.

Shouldn't you be putting your life back together?

Maybe get a job?

I don't wanna!

Shane, come on, man, hurry up. We're gonna be late.

Uh, Liam, there are sisters present.

Uh, Sasha, hi.

Didn't see you there.

Both of you can relax.

It's not like there's anything down there

that I haven't already seen.

What did she mean by that?

Oh, uh, yeah.

A few nights ago, we kind of bumped into each other

in the bathroom.

Naked. It was nothing!

Shane, she's your sister.

Yeah, who gave you your first boner.

That was like a million years ago. I was a kid.

Which is why it's so powerful.

I still have wet dreams about my fourth grade swim instructor.

This is nothing like Lifeguard Logan.

I swear I would never go there.

Man, it would be wrong on, like, every level.

It's been tough, but I'm glad she told Bruce.

They're trying to work it out.

They even are considering the tantric healing retreat

that your mom recommended.

Well, if they're desperate enough to try that,

it must be serious.

- How's Lauren dealing with it? - Who knows?

Right now, she's all about planning Junior Prom.

Wait, it's prom season already?

Ugh, God. I am allergic to dancing teens in formal wear.

Why? You worried you can't find a date?

I've got two hot prom dates lined up already.

My couch and my Xbox.

A thruple date, if you will.

- Well, you have fun with that. - Next person.

Amy and I will be bucking the trend

and going together.

- Wait, what? We never... - I know it's silly,

but it's a rite of passage.

We could have the whole dance floor to ourselves.

We could request Straight Up on loop.

I prefer Felix's idea.

The couch part, not the video game part.

But I promise, we'll marathon movies about prom,

like Carrie.

Wait, the original or the remake?

The original.

And I'm insulted you would even ask me that.

- Spin around. - Brian De Palma is a genius.

Vice principal Beaver, this is the third act

of vandalism by this "B" in a week.

You have zero leads as to who it could be?

It's Bevier, sir.

And it could be anyone.

Maybe if you, say, reopened the art room,

students could express themselves in there

- as opposed to out here. - We do not negotiate with vandals.

Just see that this is cleaned up.

Ugh. Where is everybody?

Every time I think I've gotten through to this school,

it finds a new way to disappoint me.

Tell me about it.

I have put so much time into planning the perfect prom,

and we barely sold any tickets.

These kids have no respect for tradition or authority.

- Mm-hmm. - At any other school,

I'd cancel prom as punishment for this "B" nonsense.

Here, they would see that as a reward.

Which gives me an idea.

Prom will now be mandatory to all students.

In addition, all must bring dates.

Anyone who refuses to comply will face a month

of Saturday detention.

He can't do that.

And if you're saying to yourself

"He can't do that," check the terms and conditions

you all agreed to.

Life lesson: read the fine print.

.

Now I have to go to prom with Karma.

This is a disaster.

That's so weird.

You were so over her, remember?

Right before you two mounted that mechanical bull.

Okay. Okay. Okay.

You were right.

At the hoedown, my old feelings for Karma came back.

I can't let that happen again.

And prom is supposed to be the most romantic night

in all of teendom.

It's an emotional minefield.

You're so lucky you didn't sign Turner's contract.

You don't have to go.

I kind of want to though.

I've been text-flirting my PFLAG crush

ever since the hoedown.

I've gotten amazing at the art of the suggestive emoji.

Look.

Oh, creative use of the eggplant.

So you gonna ask him?

Ew, no, he's gonna ask me.

Amy!

Shh!

Everyone at the school is freaking.

We're going together, right?

You know, I would, but it's not fair to you.

Fair? What are you talking about?

Karma, you've been dreaming about prom since you were six.

And your dream date wasn't me.

It was a cute boy who's really into you.

Yeah, that would be great.

- But... - What about Felix?

- Felix is super cute. - Yeah.

What? Ew, Felix?

He's like my brother.

And you're the one always flirting with him.

What? Please.

Oh! Oh! What about your new lab partner?

You said you two have chemistry.

I remember that because then I said, "In more ways than one,"

and we laughed.

That's a good one.

He is really cute.

The other day, he lit my Bunsen burner.

Go get your flirt on before he asks someone else.

- Okay. - Go! Get out.

Okay. Shoo.

Problem solved.

What if their chemistry is all in Karma's delusional

self-absorbed head?

Don't talk about Karma like that.

She's my best friend.

Okay, maybe I should get a date just in case.

What the , Dad?

I can't believe you did this.

Turner?

What the f...

French fries?

I wanted prom to be mandatory.

I never said anything about dates.

Yes, I added it.

I thought it might be a healthy change

for some of our students to turn off the video games,

get off the couch, and go on an actual date.

On an unrelated note, Lauren,

have you met this bright, young student, Felix?

I know he's your son, and, no, it's not happening.

Seriously?

Hey, Oliver, hi.

- How you been? - Hey.

- Drama Club looks good on you. - Thanks.

So, I wanted to ask you something, um, about prom.

Prom?

- Really? - What about prom?

Hi, I'm Jamie.

Hi, Jamie.

I'm Amy.

Nice shirt.

Ollie gave it to me to help get into character.

I'm the lead in his new play.

Oh. Falling Down the Donut Hole:

A Tale of Unrequited Love and Despair.

It's just a little experimental, black-boxy thing.

Oh, what did you want to talk to me about?

Never mind.

Carry on.

Oh, wait, I am not okay with you

going on a date with another guy.

What am I supposed to do? I'm head of the prom committee.

I'd go with you, but that's not really an option.

It won't be a real date.

I'll have plenty of offers, I'll choose the most harmless one,

who will still look decent in pictures, of course.

Fine.

- As long as I get veto power. - Deal.