Adam was holding Joan in his arms as Grace stormed through the living room, flung open the front door, and slammed it behind her in her rush out.

"What happened in there?" Adam asked, referring to the dining room.

"Who knows. Hopefully she came to her senses and realized what she was doing was wrong on so many levels," Joan theorized.

"I don't know, Jane. She looked pretty upset. Maybe I should go talk to her," Adam suggested.

Joan sighed. "Fine, you win. I'll go talk to dorkboy and try not to get too many details." They both stood and retreated in opposite directions – Joan to the dining room, Adam outside.

Adam opened up the door and found Grace sitting on the trunk of her car, smoking a cigarette. "Hey," he greeted.

"What do you want?" she asked, blowing out a puff of smoke.

"I want you to stop smoking, for one thing," he answered, pulling the cigarette from her mouth, leaving it in a pucker.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, grabbing for the cancer stick.

"Why'd you leave in such a hurry, yo?" he responded, crushing the cigarette beneath his foot.

Grace shrugged. "I just needed some fresh air."

Adam looked at her doubtfully. "So you come out here and smoke. Come on, Grace. You learned a long time ago that you can't lie to me."

Grace suddenly turned angry. "What the hell business of yours is it, anyway? All I did was make a joke, and Einstein in there gets all bent out of shape over it and tries to act like frickin' Dr. Phil."

"Grace, you can admit it if you like him," Adam assured her. "It doesn't make you any less of a person if you do."

"It's easy for you to say that," Grace scoffed, unwittingly telling him how she felt. "You had it bad for Joan ever since she moved here."

"And like you haven't for Luke?" Adam returned her scoff. "Face it, Grace. You like him because of how anti he is."

Grace snorted. "He's anti? He doesn't know the meaning of the word."

"What do you mean? He's a nerd. He's a complete science geek, and he doesn't care what anybody thinks of that. He's not trying to be popular, he's not trying to get laid, he's only being himself. Can't you relate to that?" Adam looked at her hopefully.

Grace smirked. "Maybe he is just the next step in my plan for world domination." Adam raised an eyebrow at her and she burst out laughing, signaling a smile and a chuckle from his, as well.

Inside the house, Joan was pretending to have a heart-to-heart with her brother.

"So, how exactly did you end up with an Italian dinner in your lap?" she asked. "And, please, do not tell me it's some sort of weird fetish Grace has."

"Well, I wouldn't know if it was," Luke responded. "Speaking of Grace, she seems to be sufficiently aggravated with yours truly."

Joan noticed that Luke looked quite distraught and called him on it. "This is really bugging you, isn't it?"

"Well, yeah," Luke confided. "In case you haven't noticed, I like Grace. I just want her to like me, too."

"I don't think you have to worry about that," Joan assured him. Luke looked at her curiously and she elaborated. "If Grace didn't like you, she would've shoved you into a locker or gave you a killer wedgie or a swirlie by now."

"Well, thanks for that vote of confidence, Joan, but how do you know that means Grace likes me? I mean, sure, she may enjoy having me as a chemistry partner because of my knowledge of the subject matter, but that doesn't mean she has deeper feelings that aren't completely platonic." He looked over at Joan, who was looking at him blankly.

"So, I'm going to go find Adam," she stated, walking out of the room.

"Thanks for your help," Luke yelled to her.

"No problem," she yelled back.

Luke turned back to his soiled pants. "Ah, yes. The joys of puberty and the wonders of falling in love." He stood up and hobbled up the stairs to change his pants.