Awkward.

Previously on Awkward...

Love is dead, and I killed it.

Well, you fired the gun.

I really messed things up with us.

We were really good together. What are you saying?

- I miss the way we were. - I love Matty.

What did you want to tell me so bad?

Would I ever forgive myself for letting Matty go?

I couldn't stop thinking about my dinner with Matty.

Sure, I had done the mature thing

by not telling him that I loved him,

but being mature felt a lot like being miserable.

It didn't help that it was the most romantic time

- of the high school year: - _

promposal season.

_

Well, some promposals were more romantic than others.

Either way, all they did was constantly remind me

that I would never have my perfect prom with Matty.

Because of me.

Ugh, I just have to keep my head down, blinders on.

_

Sorry.

Hope she says yes.

I get home and Val's lying on the couch.

- Really? - Just like last week.

But again? Why does she do that?

That is really Cr...

What the?

- Oh, who's it from? - _

Sorry, not for you.

Watch your aim, a-hole.

A paper airplane? Seriously? Talk about amateur hour.

His parents are probably driving him to prom.

All promposals are amateur hour.

Promposal? What idiot made up that word anyway?

I always thought it was you.

Despite being known for my cutting-edge wordplay,

Jenna, no, I did not.

I would never compare a prom ask to a proposal.

Real proposals are amazing.

If anyone actually proposed with a paper airplane,

they'd be kicked to the curb to die alone.

Looked like Tamara was stuck in promposal hell, too.

She was clearly still sad about Adam.

We were both in a nightmare of our own making.

But was there a way for me to break out?

So, I was thinking about maybe asking Matty to prom,

as friends.

What? What's wrong?

You. You're wrong. Do you even hear yourself?

What?

Your name is Jenna, and you're an addict... a Matty addict.

Come on, I'm not addicted to Matty.

You're practically shaking from Matty withdrawal.

You did the right thing at dinner.

If you go to prom with him, you'll relapse

and start mainlining Matty.

Okay, don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?

It's no big deal. Not a big deal?

Let me paint a prom portrait for you, Jenna.

You and Matty go as "just friends"

and then the first Adele ballad in,

you start spilling your feelings, you make out,

and then you start dating.

Ooh, hooray! No, not hooray.

All summer long, the dark cloud of long distance

will loom over you and you'll be stressing

so you'll get in tons of fights.

Then, you'll be at Wyckoff in Maine,

and Matty will be at Berkeley.

You'll fly cross-country on the weekends,

therefore you won't be making any friends at your new school,

and then when Matty finally does come visit you,

he'll go snowboarding, he'll break his leg,

and he'll be walking with a limp.

Not only have you ruined his soccer career,

but everyone will call him Matty McLimpin'.

All because you shared your feelings at prom.

Don't do it. Put down the drug.

You need to go straight from AA directly to Triple A:

Avoid, Avoid, Avoid.

Get out of my way!

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Tamara had painted a terrifying picture,

and as much as I hated to admit it, she was right.

Matty was my drug of choice and I had to go cold turkey.

Hey. How did dinner with Jenna go?

- Dinner wasn't what I expected. - What do you mean?

I don't know, man, I think I totally misread her signals.

So what about prom?

She pretty much shut that idea down.

She probably wants to go with somebody else.

Sucks.

Sorry, dude. So who are you gonna ask?

Well, it's funny you should mention that.

Jacob, will you go to prom with me?

Yes, Matthew.

Seriously, come on, you've got to go.

I know. I'll figure it out.

Sort of confused about lots of stuff right now.

I hear ya. I can't believe I didn't commit to a college.

But why would I want to go into enormous student debt

for a school that I'm not excited about?

You know one of the colleges I got into used to be a prison?

Yikes.

I was thinking about maybe taking a gap year.

- Is that crazy? - No, that sounds rad.

Don't settle on a school you're not psyched about.

And, if you take a gap year,

you can come to Berkeley and party all the time.

Yeah!

Berkeley's right by Stanford and Gabby,

so gap year could be perfect.

- Ugh, I hate her. - Who?

- Forget it. - Okay.

So I still need to talk to you about the food truck.

What, is there a bratwurst emergency?

I can't really think about

that moving health code violation right now.

But I...

Sergio, what I'm trying to say is,

I couldn't give less of a about the food truck.

I have real-life actual problems to worry about.

I have to get to class.

Hey, it's Sergio.

Yeah. I'm in.

Hey, what are we doing for prom?

We?

Actually, I just meant me and Cole.

That is, will you go to prom with me?

What? Prom? What's next, moving in?

Are you guys lesbians?

I didn't know you could hit rock-bottom

after only dating for eight days.

Yeah, prom is the gateway drug to basic-ness.

One second you're saying "yes" to prom, the next,

you're posting inspirational quotes on Facebook.

"Keep Calm and Carry on!"

"Dance like nobody's watching!"

Tell me how you really feel, Cole.

Ugh, who does Namas-gay think you are?

Some kind of brainless prom-zombie?

Yeah. Totally.

As president and therefore head of prom committee,

I have to give this stupid survey to find out

what people want the theme for stupid prom to be.

And why is Hamil-uggs hovering around you?

- Hoping for a pity ask? - I'm helping her.

Yeah, so I don't have to deal with this prom-ssignment alone.

Anyway, the choices are, Under the Sea, Y2K,

Disco Madness, and Surf's Up Cowabunga.

Those are the stupidest themes I've ever heard.

Who came up with this, a bunch of monkeys on typewriters?

We all know they're lame, so just pick one.

It doesn't matter anyway. Prom sucks.

- Really? - Yeah.

The only thing worse than not going

with Matty to prom would be going with Matty to prom.

It was killing me, but I had to pretend that I didn't care.

What the hell are you guys talking about?

Prom is the most important event of our senior year

before graduation.

Embrace it. Go with someone you love.

Not all of us are in love, you cloying sap.

You don't have to be in love.

You don't even have to be dating.

Just someone you do love.

It's a celebration of our four years together.

Hear, hear.

I see you talking, Jake, but all I hear is,

"Wah wah wah wah wah," like Charlie Brown's teacher.

I can't believe your attitude!

You are the head of the prom committee!

Show a little respect!

Do you want to do it?

Be my guest.

Go with someone you love?

That is exactly what is wrong with prom.

It is an enforced romantic Hallmark faux-liday

for high school.

I mean, you're expected to drop tons of cash on a dress, limo,

tickets, and dinner just to dance in a Ramada

off the freeway?

90% of the prom-going public

expect Pretty in Pink and they get Carrie.

And who profits?

- Dry cleaners? - The big corporations.

It's the prom industrial complex.

I wish I could just opt out of the whole thing.

Like how you can sign up on the "do not call" list

for telemarketers.

There should be a "do not ask" list.

Jenna, that is I Dream of Genius.

We should totes make a "Do Not Ask."

We can put it on the wall in the senior hallway.

And if you sign it, everyone will know you're off-limits.

No one should be forced to go to this farce.

Do Not Ask was the perfect solution.

I wouldn't have to worry about going or not going