G R A Y C L O U D S - T A S M「2」

T W O

- HAPPY BIRTHDAY -

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Time seemed to have flown by quite fast. Liz had spent a couple days in her room, crying over the boy who kept hurting her. She understood to an extent the reasoning behind his worry, but you'd think someone so smart could realize just how stupid he was being.

     A couple weeks passed and Liz decided she didn't want to keep wallowing in her own emotions having done that the first time Peter broke up with her. And quite frankly, she was tired of her eyes hurting from the tears.

     With graduation out of the way, she was focused now on college applications and work. She still worked a couple shifts a week at the restaurant with her mom, even though their relationship had taken its toll since Molly's outburst. But they were doing their best and Molly had apologized many times, sometimes even multiple times a day.

On the other hand, and more importantly, she was also still working at Oscorp most days.

     Now trying to do what seemed impossible, which was getting Peter out of her head, she was currently unpacking boxes with the help of her dad and brother in her new apartment.

     The idea wasn't set in stone about a month or two ago, but her dad had offered to help her pay for a place of her own so she could get a taste of living by herself. She wasn't too fond of it at first, but considering Peter lived across the street from her, she figured the change of residency could do her some good.

"Leo, you can't just throw a box on the ground that clearly says, 'fragile'." Liz punched her brothers arm and hastily opened the box to make sure the set of old dishes from her mom weren't broken.

"Maybe if you want people to see the fragile sign, don't use a brown marker to write on a brown box." Leo quipped, exiting the apartment with an eye roll to retrieve another box from the car just as their dad walked in with a couple in his arms.

"How's it going?" Ross questioned, setting the boxes on the counter in the rundown kitchen.

"Well, Leo already broke a couple plates." She held up a plate that was chipped from the careless transporter. She didn't mind so much, the pattern one of the most hideous things she's ever seen, but giving her little brother shit for it was inevitable.

"I told him to be careful." Ross huffed, hands resting on his hips before he took a long look around the apartment. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"It's kind of too late to back out now." Liz chuckled, bringing the box of dishes to her kitchen so she could sort through them and put them away.

"We could back out. I mean, this bathroom needs some serious TLC, the air conditioning doesn't work and this window doesn't close all the way. What if someone breaks in through your window?" Ross explained, the concerned father role that was never apparent before was shining brightly above all else at the moment.

It was odd to see the man so stressed and concerned, but she only chuckled. "Dad, nothing's gonna happen. You're way too paranoid."

He sighed, looking down to his hands and fiddling with the watch on his wrist, similar to Liz's nervous outlet with her hair tie.