Episode Report Card Deborah: A | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT Collision
By Deborah | Season 1 | Episode 19 | Aired on 04.01.2004
He sits down next to her and they listen to the music. He looks ahead -- sad, and a little weary. Perhaps a little afraid to look at Joan. Joan looks at him with sympathy and remorse. After a couple of moments, she says she'll let him get back to Miles Davis. She moves toward the turntable, and he says, "No, uh…you don't have to go." I think the shed is where he feels most in love with Joan. I know it shouldn't, but it bothers me to think Iris has even set foot in there…never mind what else may have transpired. She turns and looks at him; she motions somewhat awkwardly with her hands. He can tell something's weighing on her, and asks what's up. She tells him the whole story about discovering her half-uncle. She sits back down beside him, and says, "My parents…lying to my face." Welcome to the club. She wonders, "What's so hard about telling the truth?" Adam: "I -- I don't think we'll ever understand 'em." They're sitting very close together, and Adam lets his hand steal over to Joan's, which is resting in her lap. She doesn't resist as his fingers first drift over her wrist and open her hand toward him like a flower petal, then edge gently across her palm and intertwine with hers. Okay, I may faint. That was almost as good as the kiss. There was so much love and pain and vulnerability wrapped up in that gesture -- never mind how beautiful Chris Marquette's hands are. They both look at their clasped hands for a moment, and then slowly up at each other, as the Bach continues and Adam says softly, "Let's never be like that." Hello? Can I get some smelling salts over here? (Overly invested? Me?) Joan, you are a damn fool if you don't figure out you should be with this boy. Joan just gazes at him for a few moments and then smiles a bit, asking, "What if it just happens? Like skin getting all wrinkly?" Adam assures her, "We won't let it." You can tell they're both thinking about kissing each other, and the music increases ever so slightly in intensity. Frink: "'Kiss me, Juliet.'" He can only take so much romantic tension. He's not much of a fainter, either, strangely enough. Me: "Shut. Up." And then goddamn Iris bursts in, chirping, "Coucou, chéri!" Yeesh. Spare me the pretentious nonsense you've picked up from watching French films. Of course, they're both startled apart, and the way they jump up doesn't do anything to make the situation look any more innocent. Iris looks less than thrilled to see Joan there, but says, "Sorry," in that "I'm not the one at fault" tone. Adam and Joan smile and try not to look guilty, and greet her. Joan stammers and grabs the record: "I was just listening to uh, A's turntable…" Iris looks less surprised than you'd think. She seems somewhat upset, but she's not in an indignant rage or anything. Whatever she tells herself, she has to know deep down that Adam loves Joan and feels much more strongly about Joan than about Iris. Joan tries to make conversation by showing Iris her piano teacher on the album cover and then she beats a hasty retreat, leaving Iris and Adam to sort it out.
Eva's dozing in a chair when someone knocks on her door. The knocking becomes more insistent before Eva yells, "Go away!" Joan comes in anyway, and Eva asks, "What the hell do you want? You don't have a lesson now." Joan tries to give her back the album, but Eva wants them all thrown out. Joan: "But this is you!" Eva: "I asked you to leave. Now leave!" Joan goes, but leaves the album behind.