04x03 - #ILookLikeA

[bunniefuu]

You sure you're ready for this?

I was born ready. Try to keep up.

We're also ready, for the record.

Welcome, ladies and lords,
to Castle Degrassi!

This year's prom theme will
be One Enchanted Evening.

It will be a night of magic!

This prom theme promises the
perfect fairy-tale ending

to our time at Degrassi.

Love it! Let's see the budget.

- [chuckles]
- This was all you, Goldilocks.

Stop it, Chewy.

I would've never thought
of the smoke b*mb.

Shall we rendezvous later
for some budgeting?

You mean where I do the
budgeting and you watch?

- Can't wait.
- Smart girl.

So, how long have you had
a thing for Winston?

[chuckles] What? Thing?
What? No! No thing.

Come on, you were totally
flirting with him.

[sighs] We're not flirting.
We're just friends.

Does he know that?

Sparkling soda water toast.

To Goldston!

[theme music playing]

♪ Whatever it takes I know
I can make it through ♪

♪ And if I hold out I know
I can make it through ♪

♪ Be the best, be the best
The best that I can be ♪

♪ Whatever it takes ♪

♪ I know I can make it I
know I can make it through ♪

One class a day and then chauffeured
back to the rehab center.

- Are you jealous?
- [chuckles]

Only of your hands-on physiotherapist.

- [scoffs] Yeah, you should be.
- [chuckles]

[Mr. Mitchell] Miles!

Sorry to interrupt.

- Do you got a second?
- Of course.

A friend of mine works at the
London Academy of the Arts.

They have one of the most exciting
creative writing programs in Europe.

- Sounds amazing.
- [chuckles]

Well, she's in town, and asked
about any outstanding students

that might be a fit for
their last spot this fall.

You... you mean me, right? [Chuckles]

- Yes, he means you, modesty boy.
- [chuckles]

Have you considered any writing
programs like this for next year?

No, not really.

Um, I did just find out I got
into Queen's for business.

I know it's last minute, but can
I set up an interview for you?

Do you think I'm good enough
for a program like this?

If you'd heard my recommendation,
you wouldn't be asking me that.

Yes, please, set it up.

I'll prep tonight. All night.

[chuckles] Thank you.

I will let her know.

The world needs to hear
your voice, Miles!

[chuckles]

[Hunter] Everyone say, "All-inclusive!"

- [all] All-inclusive!
- [camera shutter clicks]

All right, I've got a chem test I
got to cram for, so see you later.

You're gonna frag that test.

All right, let's post it.

Why rush? This photo's gonna
be in the yearbook forever.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

Guys, look at this.

[Baaz] Yael's got armpit hair?

[Baaz and Vijay] Ew!

I had no idea Hunter had
a taste for Wookiee.

- Shut up, I didn't know.
- I'm not judging what you're into.

I am. Is something weird
going on with Yael?

Listen, if you heroes want to ask
Yael to shave her pits, be my guest.

Or we can digitally groom the
hair out before it's due tonight.

I don't know. What do
you think she'll say?

I know what everybody else is gonna say.

This isn't just our reputation.
It's yours, too.

[Rasha] Write out the formation
reaction for phosphoric acid.

Hey? Fun, fun! Chemistry equations!

Oh, sorry.

It's just that Zoë said
something weird to me.

She said Winston and I are flirting.

- Oh, she sees it, too?
- What? No!

When have you ever seen
me flirting, ever?

Uh, last night, when you two were
posting about "What's the best cookie?"

He insisted oatmeal raisin. Wrong.

The correct answer is gingerbread.
That's not flirting.

[clears throat]

"You are objectively wrong.
Raisins are an abomination."

How is that flirting?

Because it goes on until : a.m.

"Take that back or you're never
sharing my poutine again!"

It is late-night flirting!

We were talking. I'm not
allowed to talk to a guy?

Have you ever seen the way you
smile when you're around him?

I smile around you, too. See?

Mmm, it's different.

No, it's not,

because you and me are just friends
and Winston and I are just friends.

- Does he know that?
- I'm sure of it.

[cell phone vibrating]

- Oh, there's my friend right now.
- Hmm. [Chuckles]

[gasps]

Oh.

[gasps]

Was that a picture of
his little Winston?

[stammers] That is
definitely the wrong idea.

[Miles] Yeah, this program is insane.

Two grads from there won a
BAFTA last year. [Chuckles]

[Tristan over phone] So, you're saying

this could lead to me
meeting Idris Elba?

[Mr. Hollingsworth] Are we
celebrating the good news?

- Ah, I... I gotta go.
- [sighs]

Your mother told me about Queen's
Commerce. Congratulations!

Listen, I know we're still
rebuilding, but, um...

I wanted to give you this.

Go ahead.

I had some amazing years in that
program, and you're gonna do great.

Wow, thank you.

Um, speaking of programs,

I also have an interview for the
London Academy of the Arts,

- for a creative writing program.
- You're gonna become a writer?

Well, I... I already am a writer.

Yes, of course. The play.

What else do you have to say?

I've written short stories, too.

Listen, I'm not raining on your parade.

I, uh, just question if writing
is enough to pay for convertibles

- and iPhones and...
- I know it's a hard career.

Exactly. It's a very hard career. Miles?

[sighs]

Do you really think you're good enough?

Well, I was good enough
to get this opportunity.

Hey, uh, would you guys remove
armpit hair from a photo of you?

- [Frankie and Esme] Yes.
- No.

But if I was a chick, yeah.

It's no big deal.

I'm just trying to fix
Yael's armpit hair.

More like making a mess. Scootch.

- [Hunter sighs]
- [Frankie] Let's go check it out.

[Esme] Okay, so after I'm
done trimming the hedges,

what else should I photoshop?

I don't know. Is there other stuff?

Oh, sweet, sweet, simple boy.

You could remove her blemishes, fix
her eyebrows, some contouring...

Okay, slow down. Barely
looks like Yael anymore.

Yeah, nobody's put a real photo of
themselves online since, like, .

Everyone wants to put the best
version of themselves online.

Trust us. What you're doing is sweet.

And you'll thank me after
she's done thanking you.

All right, let's do this.

This school is crazy competitive.

- Are you sure I'm good enough?
- Calm down.

Tell me some of the ideas that
you're bringing. [Grunts]

Okay, well, the one that
I think sucks the least,

it... it'd be a story about World w*r
II, but if they had social media then.

So, you'd hear everyone's fears,

and their secrets and
their unique stories.

[sighs] Definitely tell that one.

And relax, they're already
looking for people like you.

- People like me?
- Mmm-hmm.

Didn't you see it on the website?

This spot is reserved
for diverse applicants.

- Diverse as in a rich white guy?
- [chuckles] No, as in gay youth.

Aren't you dating Tristan?

Yes, but I... I date girls, too.
I mean, or I have.

It doesn't matter how you identify.

Your work speaks loud and clear
to your unique point of view.

So, I got this sh*t because
I have a boyfriend,

- not because I'm good.
- I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Well, my dad'll love this.

- Anyway, I have class.
- Miles.

Better settle in. This budgeting's
gonna be pretty hard.

Is... is something wrong?

You were having fun yesterday.

I'm fine. Let's just get this done.

Okay, well, [taps bench]

don't you want to sit where
you can see the spreadsheet?

- I'm comfortable on this side.
- Oh.

Well, I'll come to you. I need your
help to make my column bigger.

Make your column bigger?

Yeah, I can never remember
where the menu is.

I can't do this.

What? Why?

Because you ruined everything.

What?

I can start a new spreadsheet!

Hot off the press. The yearbook proof,

expertly touched up.

You, sir, are an artiste.

What do you think?

Why did you change everything on me?

- But you look great in the picture.
- He is not wrong.

So what, I don't look
great any other time?

[chuckles] No one uses
real photos anymore.

Besides, if I hadn't
changed it, you'd, uh...

see your armpit hair.

- So?
- Wait, you want armpit hair?

I'm not embarrassed by it, if
that's what you're asking.

If you want a real shock, I also
haven't been shaving my legs.

Wow.

What's the big deal?

It's not like you guys shave
your pits or your legs.

Yeah, but we're, um...

What, boys? So because I'm
a girl, I have to do it?

I just thought that girls
shaved under their arms.

Why is it such a big deal?

I think that what you're doing is brave.

Never mind.

[Zoë] See? Look at this versus this.

- That, that, that.
- So that's how you win every time, hmm?

Um, I regret to inform you that I am
resigning from the prom committee,

effective immediately.

Okay... You begged for this gig.

- How could you just bail on Winston?
- He sent me a picture.

- A picture of what?
- His pickle.

[laughs] Who doesn't like pickles?

Yeah, like, from his sandwich?

Like from his pants.

No!

He didn't. Winston?

You were right, okay? I must have
accidentally flirted with him,

and I guess I got what I deserved.

Whoa, no one deserves a junk pic.

Yet it seems to be the cost of
being a girl these days. Barf!

Still, I thought Winston was a nice guy.

Me, too.

- That doesn't make it not harassment.
- You're right.

I've been so shocked, I
didn't stop to think.

I didn't consent to that photo.

This isn't my fault. It's Winston's.

Blake... [stutters] Mr. Mitchell.
[chuckles nervously] Sorry.

He's such a fan of your work,

and I must say, I was also very
impressed with your script.

Sure.

For something that you and your
boyfriend were in the middle of,

you bring a very sensitive
outsider's insight.

Well, actually, the further I
get away from that script,

um, the less it really does for me.

- Really?
- Sure.

Um, it has the whole
q*eer issue gimmick,

but I can do better.

- Sorry, gimmick?
- I'd rather not pin myself down.

I see myself as the type of
writer who can tell any story.

Of course.

And... and what do you think
your unique point of view

- can bring to those stories?
- You mean my diversity?

Sure, your bisexuality...

I'm not just about sex with boys,
if that's what you're saying.

Look, I just... [sighs]
want to be a writer.

Okay, well, let's hear some ideas.

[Zig] I forgot my wallet.

How many times do I
have to explain to you?

Hey, tell your girlfriend,
thanks for the garbage advice.

Yael was so mad I photoshopped
out her armpit hair.

[both laughing]

[stutters] Your girl has armpit hair?

- [laughs]
- [laughs] I mean...

I can see you guys are full of help.
Thanks a load.

Hey. Hey, look, we're...
we're sorry, all right?

Why don't you just tell
her you're not into it?

Because that will only
make her more mad?

[Tiny] It shouldn't.

People can't help what
they find attractive.

Yep, it's true. Like for instance,

Tiny here likes girls who
are a little muscle-y.

Mmm, and Zig likes it when their
teeth are a little too big.

Hey, I like what I like.

Just like Tiny likes
his chemistry teacher.

- You said you'd take that to the grave.
- [laughs]

So, I'm allowed to just
ask her to change for me?

- Yeah, of course.
- Your girl, is she cool?

The coolest.

Zig's right. You should
be able to talk to her

and say what you like and don't like.

Hey, I was gonna finish the budgeting,
but if you changed your mind...

How could you do
something so disgusting?

Um...

Fine, pretend like you
don't know what you did,

but I'm not quitting prom. You are!

Can we talk some place less exposed?

It is so not okay to send unsolicited
pictures of... it to girls!

Pictures of what?

I have zero idea what you're mad about.

Okay, just because I
accidentally flirted with you,

does not give you the right to
send me an... [inhales sharply]

A no-pants pic!

Oh, God.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no!

Oh, my... oh, my God!

Oh, dear God.

[grunts] That wasn't meant for you.

I thought I sent it to Miles.

Wait, what?

It's a dumb joke we have going on,

and you and I have been
messaging so much,

[stutters] I must've sent
it to you as a reflex.

I don't get it.

Well, it's... it's like,
here's a picture of a stapler.

Here's a picture of a chair.

Boom, here's a picture...

It's, not, like, out.

It's... it's hidden in, like, a fruit
bowl or a... a pack of hot dogs.

[sighs] It's a really dumb guy joke

and you shouldn't have been
caught in the crossfire.

I am so, so, so sorry.

[sighs]

Wait... did you...

Did you say you were flirting with me?

Um, I have to go.

How'd the interview go, hotshot?

Oh, I think I made a case for who
I am and not just some quota.

Quota? What was the thing
you were going for?

Uh, Mr. Mitchell tried to get me
to apply for some diversity spot,

- but I told them that's not for me.
- [Grace] Wait.

Miles Hollingsworth III
applied for a diversity spot?

- [scoffs]
- [chuckles]

[school bell ringing]

Just got a call.

Sounds like that wasn't
even you at the interview.

[Miles sighs]

Well, I guess I just
wasn't diverse enough.

I suggested you for that spot
because you have talent,

not because of your diversity.

Except I'm a white guy with a trust
fund. That's not that diverse.

Sure, you have privilege,

but there are other factors that
give you a unique perspective.

Everyone... push your
desks back and line up.

We're gonna try an exercise.

Come on, line up.

Line up shoulder to shoulder. Move up.

Okay.

First question.

If you are able to show affection
to your romantic partner in public

without fear of bullying...

take a step forward.

If your school holidays

coincide with the religious
holidays you observe at home...

take a step forward.

Next question.

[sighs]

- I want you to shave your armpits.
- [chuckles]

Wow.

- Look...
- [sighs]

I'm sorry I changed the
picture without asking.

I talked to the yearbook guy and
resubmitted the untouched photo.

I... I just feel like we should
be honest about what we like.

- And you don't like armpit hair?
- I do not like armpit hair.

Well, what if I do?

Do you?

Um, what's going on?

Saving money on razors and shave gel.
[chuckles]

No, it's... it's more than that.
You've been acting different.

Ever since that thing
where you got that bra...

I don't know, um...

I felt different, I guess.

And you don't want to
make out anymore and...

Have you been... You've
been wearing, like, a...

It's called a binder.

It just makes me feel more...
comfortable, I guess.

I didn't think that you noticed.

I was just scared that if I
brought it up you'd dump me.

- What? Why?
- So, you still want to be with me?

[sighs]

Yes.

I just... don't really know
how I'm feeling these days.

Well, that I can relate to.

I'm really glad we
could talk about this.

[inhales sharply]

Maybe we could keep talking
about this after school?

Um, I... I know that you
don't like the armpit hair,

but we could do the
thing that you do like?

Eat sushi while reading
comics to each other?

- I'll even do all my best voices.
- [chuckles]

[Mr. Mitchell] Next question.

If your parents have ever
separated, take a step back.

[sighs]

And final question.

And you don't have to answer
this if you don't want to.

If you have ever experienced abuse...

take a step back.

What, do you want me to
admit that I'm messed up?

That my dad's always been
right about me? Fine.

That's not what this is about, Miles.

Then what's the point of
this stupid exercise?

To show you the wealth of
experience that has helped you

shape your unique point of view.

My diverse point of view?

Diverse does not mean lesser than.

Then what does it matter if I'm
bisexual? Why do I need a special spot?

You don't, but it's the one that exists,

and you qualify for it.

Your voice is underrepresented.

It deserves to be heard
so it can help people.

Like who?

[stutters] Your writing really
helped me get past the bus crash.

And you also helped Goldi
accept me and Rasha.

You reached her.

I did? She never told me.

I related to your play, and
I'm not bi, or a white male,

but I've spent a lot
of time in hospitals.

[school bell ringing]

You're an interesting, talented,
complicated young man.

You have stories to tell.

Thanks, Mr. Mitchell.

It could have been worse. He could
have sent it to you on purpose.

I still feel like we
messed up our friendship.

But maybe it's for the best because
it means no more flirting...

at least.

Gingerbread men with pants?

"Because the opposite
of no pants is pants.

I'm super sorry."

Cool, see you later, Rasha. Bye!

You know I would never
send any girl a junk pic,

especially not you.

- I like talking to you.
- I like talking to you, too.

I guess that's why I got so upset.

Because I didn't want that to stop.

Well, now it doesn't have to, right?

A guy and girl can be just
friends, right? [Chuckles]

Yeah, boys and girls do it all the time.

Then, it's settled. Let's celebrate.

[chuckles]

Mmm.

Oatmeal raisin's still the best.

[scoffs]

[chuckles]

Thanks for coming over.

I wanted to read you this. It's to
the interviewer that I blew up at.

"I apologize for my conduct."

You asked about ideas
I was interested in.

The truth is, I'm only starting
to figure out those ideas.

All my life, I've struggled
with my own identity.

Whether to be what my father wants...

or rebel against it.

This has left me afraid.

Afraid to be labeled.

Afraid to identify as bisexual.

But that is a part of me...

"and it's one of the many ideas I
intend to explore as a writer."

You mean that?

The bisexual part of me...

is the part that lets me love you.

I suppose you heard that.

I did.

[sighs]