Elsewhere at My So-Called High, Rayanne and Rickie meet Angela in a deserted classroom. Rayanne wants to know where the idea to honor world happiness with a dance actually came from, and Angela's all, "Sounds like Sharon." I guess thinking, "Man, I'm glad I ditched her lame ass for my new best friend the alcoholic slut." Rickie's all, "Definitely Sharon." I guess thinking, "Why are we having this scene in a random deserted classroom? What time of day is this supposed to be?" Anyway, Angela thinks it might be fun to go to the dance, but Rayanne shoots her down, and makes the salient point that, "Angela. Jordan Catalano doesn't go to school dances as, like, policy." Angela is not surprised. Rayanne, of course, has a nefarious plan. "If you really wanted to go, which you don't, you could let Brian Krakow ask you." Angela is skeptical. "That way, if you don't have Catalano, you'd have Brian Krakow to, like, pay." Angela's all, "Then, excuse me, I'd be at the dance with Brian Krakow." Meanwhile, Rickie has noticed a pair of brightly painted shoes enter the room. Attached to the shoes, by ankles, is a friendly and clueless-looking guy, who is looking for a teacher (it sounds like he's looking for Mr. Bubble, but I think I'm probably just mishearing him). Rayanne, of course, scares him away with uncalled-for rudeness, but before he flees, he says, "Cool vest," to Rickie. Rickie, who was crushing from the moment he saw the guy's shoes, is now clearly in love.

Back at the Krak House, Brian is lying on his bed. BVO: "What's always amazed me, is fishermen. How they wait there forever, and when something finally tugs on their line, they, like, don't panic. The strange thing is, even though I've established verbal communication with Delia Fisher, I still think about Angela. Constantly. Why am I like this? I truly sicken myself. I just have to stop being her little puppet. I vow to never again show up at Angela's door with some lame excuse."

Cut to Brian at Angela's door with some lame excuse about an atlas she borrowed. Graham tries to send Brian away, but drops his wallpapering tools everywhere, so Brian, with a little prompting, helps him pick them up. Ah, how the parallel plots dovetail.

Inside, Brian is "helping" Graham by delivering an increasingly insulting and obnoxious monologue: "Lower. Lower. Wait, the morning glories aren't lined up. In my room, one seam's a little off, and I stare at it constantly. It's, like, destroying me. So, you're, like, what, retired? I mean, I mean, not retired. Heh." Now it's Graham's turn to ramble, "No, I'm sort of planning. What to do next. I don't want to leap into anything blindly. It's like -- wallpaper. I mean, there's hundreds of patterns out there, and it's kind of daunting because you're going to have to live with your decision for a long time." One might think that, at this point, the wallpaper-as-crucial-life-choice comparison is supporting all the weight it can possibly stand and more, but one would be wrong, and heavy things will continue to pile up on top of this rickety metaphor for the remainder of the episode. Brain says, "Let's say you're deciding between two particular patterns. And one of them you definitely know that you really like. And the other is nice wallpaper and all, but you're not sure if it's really --" Graham provides, "For you?" Brian says, "Exactly. But the really great wallpaper, let's say, is, like, totally out of your price range. So, do you take the other wallpaper, even though you don't really desire it that much? Or do you wait, until the really great wallpaper is, like, cheaper." Oh...god...more power to the shields...metaphor...can't take...the strain. Graham's answer is a smart one, though: "Well, I guess it depends on how badly you need wallpaper." Brian says he needs it pretty badly. Graham's all, well there's your answer, horn-dog. Brian nods, and Delia is officially consolation tail.