Juanita, why do you insist on giving out Valentine cupcakes
when I bought you a box of perfectly good cards?
Store-bought cards are lame.
Who cares? I could be watching TV right now
instead of trying to cram the name "Harrison"
onto a cupcake.
I wish daddy was here. He always helps me with stuff.
You really miss him, huh?
Yeah. Why'd he have to go to stupid Europe, anyway?
Well, you know, business trips are very important.
That's why they call them... Business trips.
But he's never been gone this long.
It feels like forever.
I know, but when he gets home,
everything's gonna be great again.
Do you have any more of those sprinkles?
You're spending a lot of time on that one cupcake.
Is it for someone special?
No, it's for nobody.
Juanita, what's his name?
He doesn't have a name.
Ha! So you admit he exists.
Fine.
His name is Ryan Vayo.
He's so cool. He can dislocate his shoulder
so it looks like he was in a car accident.
Mm. You and me... we go for the bad boys.
So I just want it to be special. Do you think that's dumb?
No. I think you need more candy hearts.
Happy sucky Valentine's day.
What happened?
Ryan didn't like your cupcake?
He ate it, but he didn't even give me a card.
Oh, who cares about him?
Plenty of other people gave you valentines.
Like Jacob.
"Dear Juanita, my parents... Made me write this.
You smell like Ham."
Well, you like Ham.
I like Ryan. Why doesn't he like me?
What's wrong with me?
Nothing is wrong with you. You are wonderful. Come here.
Oh.
Hey, sweetie, are you sure Ryan didn't give you a card?
Yeah.
Maybe you should double-check your backpack.
He could have slipped it in when you weren't looking.
Why would he do that?
Boys are weird. Take a look.
Pen, pen, pen, pen.
No.
What are you doing?
Nothing. Hey, what's, uh, what's that?
What?
That thing that just fell out of your backpack.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God! It's from him.
"Happy Valentine's day. X.O.X.O. Ryan."
What's "X.O.X.O."?
Hugs and kisses.
Hugs and kisses? Oh, he does like me.
I'm going to call him.
No, no, no, you can't do that!
- Don't do that! - And why not?
Because boys don't like it
when girls tell them they like them.
Then how will he know?
Oh, sweetie, he knows, you know,
so neither of you need to say it.
It's much more romantic this way.
I'm serious. Don't talk to him, ever.
It'll wreck the relationship.
But... if we don't talk,
what kind of relationship is that?
The very best kind.
Oh, my God. Is this...
Chocolate? He's perfect!
What are you staring at?
Shh. Don't talk.
Why not?
You'll ruin our relationship.
Oh, we don't have a relationship.
Right, that's why you gave me the X-O's.
X-O's? What's that mean?
I'll show you.
Sexual harassment? Are you kidding me?
She's a 9-year-old with a crush,
not a presidential hopeful.
Regardless, here at oakridge,
we have a zero tolerance policy for unwanted advances.
Honey, I was a model. I know all about unwanted advances.
Try being being stuck in a limo with a tipsy David Lee Roth.
Your daughter forced this boy to the ground and kissed him
against his will.
Oh, and we all know how much boys hate being kissed.
He cried for 20 minutes.
He could barely tell me what happened.
Oh, so he's a snitch and a crybaby.
That kid's not gonna last a day in high school.
Mrs. Solis, I don't think you realize the gravity
of this situation.
I mean, it's not like when we were kids.
Hey, hey, cotton top, you and I are not the same age.
You need to talk to your daughter,
because if she so much as glances
in that boy's direction again,
we will have no choice but to expel her.
What's the big deal?
I kissed him. It's a free country.
Well, some people at school think that's inappropriate
to do on the playground.
Oh. Well, I know a spot at the park where we can kiss.
No, no, no, no kissing Ryan anywhere.
But that's how it works.
First, kissing, then get married,
then he buys me presents.
Oh, my God. You are my daughter.
Honey...
Uh, I don't think Ryan likes you like that.
What do you mean? He sent me a Valentine.
Actually, he didn't.
I did.
I signed his name, and I let you think it was from him.
It's just when you didn't get a Valentine,
you seemed so upset,
and I just wanted to see you happy again.
I'm sorry, Juanita.
I hate seeing you sad like this.
I'm not sad. I'm mad.
You always lie to me.
I don't lie to you.
Okay, then, where's daddy?
'Cause I know he's not in Europe.
How do you know that?
I can tell. I'm not a kid anymore.
I know when you're hiding stuff.
Well...
You're growing up so fast.
Oh, honey, a part of me still sees you
as this cute little baby I used to bathe in the sink.
But every day you're getting stronger and smarter.
So maybe I don't need to protect you quite so much.
Why don't we get some cupcakes?
You and I are gonna have a little talk.
Yes, love can bring out the best in us...
The confidence to move on...
The courage to tell the truth...
The strength to keep hoping...
But sometimes what surprises us most
isn't what love brings out...
But who it brings back.