Every Year After

What the fuck were you thinking?

What happened to "we're never gonna tell Sam"?

I had to tell him.

Why? So you could ruin his life?

No. You don't understand. He-he came to me

and had broken up with Taylor.

He was talking about second chances.

He ended things with her because of me.

I-I couldn't let him do that without knowing the truth.

If he has any chance of happiness with Taylor--

So then, I'm just collateral damage?

I know how complicated this makes your relationship--

Do you actually? Because I'm pretty sure Sam's never gonna forgive me.

You swore this was gonna stay between us.

I'm so sorry. I really am, but...

I-I just need to know, is-is Sam okay?

If you truly care about his well-being,

you'll go back to Seattle. Today.

You're fucking selfish, Percy!

Whoo! I've never been happier!

I can't believe this is gonna be our whole summer.

I can't believe you got Dad's boat working again.

It wasn't that hard, really. Just a few repairs here and there.

I know it looks like shit from the outside now,

but I figured we'd sand it down and put on a fresh coat of paint.

Yeah, we're here to help. Right, Sam?

Uh, guys?

- What's happening? - Oh, shit.

Okay, maybe I didn't fix Dad's boat.

Yeah, what gave you that idea?

So we're trapped out here?

Well, good thing we got oars.

Ready to get your workout on?

I'll be coxswain.

She said "cock."

When will you ever grow up?

Hopefully never.

All right, come on.

All right, put your back into it, boys.

I'm guessing the engine's flooded. I'm gonna go get some dry spark plugs.

I'll be back in a minute.

That's some impressive rope action.

You are easily impressed.

Cleat hitch is pretty much day one boat stuff.

How lucky am I to have a boyfriend who is both hot and smart?

Yeah, you are very, very lucky.

Master of maritime knots.

Full scholarship to Stanford.

Valedictorian.

How does one address a boat expert valedictorian?

-Captain. -Oh, so Captain Valedictorian.

No, no, no. Captain's just fine.

Will you still love my little, old U-Dub state school self

when you're hundreds of miles away at fancy Stanford?

Always.

I can't believe this is our last summer before college.

We need to make it epic.

You know, revisit all our greatest hits.

I think we start with a rewatch of the entire Halloween series,

but this time, we start with the H2O timeline.

You hate this idea.

No, no, no. I think it's great.

It's epic, for sure.

Okay, something's going on with you.

So, spill. What's up?

I got into that summer intensive.

No way.

Okay, I'm officially changing your boyfriend position

from "hot and smart" to "hot and genius."

Didn't they only have room for, like, ten people?

Yeah, and I get, like, six hours of college credit.

I knew you'd get in. I'm so proud.

The only thing is, it...

starts in two weeks.

Wait, for how long?

For the whole summer.

Hold up, so...

So you're telling me, in two weeks,

you're leaving for good and we won't see each other until winter break?

Maybe Thanksgiving. I know your parents said they might want to come into town.

-Five months. -Yeah, but we still have two weeks.

Look, we can fit everything in on your list.

How long have you known about this?

I found out end of April.

So for the past six weeks, you've been hearing me talk

about all the things we were gonna do, and you've been pretending?

-I wouldn't say pretending. -But you knew they weren't gonna happen.

Yeah, I guess I did.

Kind of makes me feel stupid.

I should've said something earlier,

but you were so excited and cute with all your ideas.

I didn't want to ruin what little time we had left.

So, you'll ruin our last two weeks together instead. Cool.

I also sort of knew you might react this way.

Oh, so you're blaming me for you not telling me?

No, I j-- I was just dreading telling you.

Look, I know we don't have the entire summer, but...

I promise, we will make these next two weeks as epic as possible.

Twenty minutes max, and we'll be back on the water.

Yeah, maybe tomorrow.

Finally told her, huh?

I'm really gonna miss you.

I promise I'm gonna miss you even more.

I don't think that's possible.

Hey.

Look, we'll FaceTime every night. And text.

I'll even record all my lectures, so you can pretend like you're there with me.

The perfect bedtime stories.

I'm gonna be asleep in mere minutes.

I don't know, organic chem sounds pretty riveting.

I mean, the structural properties of carbon-containing compounds?

Come on, right?

Hey, we're gonna talk so much, you're gonna think I'm right next door.

Except you'll be nine hours away.

Why does this goodbye feel so final?

Hey, look at me.

We got this.

Okay?

I'll say goodbye in my own way.

I can't show my face at the funeral.

Charlie's right. It'll just complicate things.

Since when does Charlie Florek decide what you do?

He doesn't. I think he's right.

Look, if you don't want to go to the funeral, I get it.

We can leave whenever you want.

Thank you.

But what happened between you and Charlie is not just on you.

Charlie was a part of it, too.

Look, he... he probably leaned in first to kiss me,

and then, even if the kiss didn't even...

Leaned in to-to kiss you first, is, uh...

I'm just saying, it's-it's probably his fault.

You okay? About the Jordie of it all?

Yes. Sure. Yeah. I...

I don't know what's happening with me.

If Charlie hadn't walked up, I think my almost-kiss

would've been not so almost.

Are you... into Jordie?

Maybe?

I don't know. No. No, I'm not.

I can't be. I-I barely know him. No. No, I'm not.

Okay, well...

Coming from someone who made a rash decision

that affected the rest of their life,

just take a beat

before you blow up your relationship with Drew.

I am nothing if not rational.

Beats happening in perpetuity.

-I don't want to talk about this anymore. -Aw.

No. I don't want to talk about this. I...

-Let's just talk about you. -

I prefer to be the cross-examiner in this relationship.

Yeah, of course you do.

Charlie is acting like you're the bad guy here, and-and it's not fair.

I hate that he won't admit his part in this.

I'm not sure he can. It's too painful.

For who?

Percy, you cannot leave here without telling Charlie what he needs to hear.

What-what is the point?

I just want to forget all about Charlie Florek.

No. No, that-that-that's one of the reasons

that you're here in the first place.

Your whole life was torn up by this, while he went off and made a shit ton of money,

with a good job, in a gorgeous apartment.

The watch that he wears is 50K, while you

have spent the last decade stagnating in a dead-end job with

hot but painfully stunted hookups in a shitty fourth floor walk-up.

Hey. My apartment's cute.

The point is, you have lived with regret for the last ten years.

Maybe confronting Charlie will help with some part of that.

Help you move on. Get un-stuck.

What do you want me to do?

What, yell at him on the day of his mom's memorial?

No. I want you to yell at him today.

Tomorrow, we're gonna be gone, and

you cannot let him push this false narrative.

If it were me, I would rip him a new one.

You know what?

I will.

Yeah?

I'm gonna yell at him, and then, I'm gonna leave here with my head held high.

Or at least less filled with shame and regret.

-Good. Good. -Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay. I'm gonna... I'm gonna go get your stuff from Delilah's room...

-Mm-hmm. -...and then, I'm gonna pack the car.

-Okay. -Okay.

Um, oh, just, uh... tread lightly.

She was pretty fragile last night after Whit kicked her out.