![]() “And that doesn’t mean you love your dad any less.” Ryan points out that it’s great that she’s been happier and experiencing fewer waves of grief she’s healing. “I didn’t remember it existed until a kid was messing around with it yesterday.” It feels wrong for her to get so caught up in being happy over Des that she forgot to be the sad girl whose dad died. Then she finally brings up Mohan’s tennis racket. ![]() Next, we see Devi at therapy, where she’s uncharacteristically quiet. But Ben counters by saying he’s no longer repressed (jury’s out on the douchiness) “I’m, like, artsy and emotional now.” It’s a cute, lighthearted exchange, and we know how Ben has a thing for women who roast him, so I can only imagine that we’ll see more between these two. “Especially if you’re kind of a repressed douche,” she says. Margot affirms his theory that art can be therapeutic. (I am very disappointed over this turn of events and do not want to talk about it.)Īt school on Monday, Ben resubmits his assignment and uncharacteristically forgets to ask what grade he got (an A+!). Task completed, Aneesa doesn’t mince words: “Fab, do you think we’re just friends?” They both call each other the best person they know, agree to stay friends, and Aneesa resolves to move on from bookworms to nice, hot jocks. And so Aneesa takes matters into her own hands and lips: She tells Fabiola to lay the best kiss she’s got on her. ![]() The Hartman Hills boys scoop up Addison and go, but not before Aneesa clocks how Fabiola clearly has the hots for them. Unsure of what he saw but sure he didn’t like it, Des says they’re going to head out. Paxton innocently tries to help wipe her face, but Des and Parker catch the gesture when the latter comes to apologize. He says he thinks the candles are cool and Devi, in better spirits, agrees to come back downstairs. “How come you never did this for me?” he asks jokingly. Devi snatches the sentimental item and runs to her room in tears, where Paxton checks in on her … and notices her mood lighting. He’s absentmindedly hitting a box with a tennis racket he found - a racket that just happened to have belonged to John McEnroe and, subsequently, Mohan. When Devi finally tries to lead Des to her fire-hazardous room, they overhear Parker in the garage, arguing with his dad on the phone. Um, am I feeling bad for a pear, the most delicious of pome fruits?! Art is powerful. It takes a second, but he soon starts throwing out descriptions: it looks sad, bruised, lonely, and exposed - as if everybody’s staring at and judging him. She tells him to try and find some personal, emotional connection to the pear he’s trying to capture. And therein lies the problem, according to Margot: he doesn’t suck at art his art sucks because he doesn’t care. Ben shows up for tutoring, lacking enthusiasm. His D-minus drawing of a pear means he needs to be tutored by Margot if he wants to redo the assignment. Let’s check in with Devi’s other ex, shall we? Ben’s been taking an art class, but unlike Trent and Margot - a talented painter in a Twisted Sister tee - he isn’t excelling. Luckily, a newly-single Paxton comes to everyone’s rescue with an emergency liquor haul - which means Des can stay, but he’s also miffed that his girlfriend’s ex is in the mix. But when Des’s friend Parker realizes this is an actual game night, with no booze in sight, he wants them all to book it. (Nalini and the rest of the family will be lured out of the house with free Shen Yun tickets.)įriday night comes around, and Devi’s room has been dimly lit with candles like a “low-key brothel.” Des shows up with his pals, including an especially hot, brainy, and mid-riff baring one named Addison, whom Fabiola gets instantly tongue-tied over. (And yes, the bar is pretty low, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t clearing it big time!) So Eleanor and Fabiola help devise a plan: They’ll organize a co-ed games night at Devi’s house, invite Des’s friends, and then the lovebirds can sneak away upstairs for some alone time. She doesn’t want to get laid, but she does want to get horizontal - especially when Devi thinks this could be her best relationship ever. Now that they’ve been dating for weeks, the arrangement is less thrilling and more frustrating Devi says she’s getting “blue oves,” and, given women’s pain-tolerance levels, you know that’s bad. You know how Des and Devi were psyched to have moms who are friends? It turns out that was limited to the initial courting stage - stolen glances, hand grazing, footsies, etc.
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