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This was it.

Senior year. Peter Parker's senior year.

The year everything goes right. Focus on school. Focus on Aunt May. Focus on saving New York City. Focus on life. Peter Parker's famous undivided attention.

He's applied for many colleges and universities- mainly within a subway ride away - and all he has to do is wait. Everything will turn out fine ... unless every single one of those schools turn down the anxiety-filled, 3.9-grade-point-average, advanced placement, nearly-perfect attendant crime fighter. Minus the crime fighter part. He left that out of the applications. Maybe he should've kept it in. It would have been a good publicity for the schools, and he could have been an immediate -

"Peter!" Peter stopped in his steps and turned to search for a familiar voice in the distance. Among the sea of less-than-eager students, piling into the school was a long-forgotten face. Peter smiled.

"Hey Elizabeth."

"Missed me?" Elizabeth Osborn pulled Peter into a hug. "What's it been? Three years?"

"Since your started your wonderful high school vacation?" Peter patted Liz's back, trying to remember the last time he saw the bed-headed Osborn. "Or since your junior high boarding school?"

"Ugh, don't remind me," Liz groaned, pulling away. "I've repressed those dorms deep within my memory." She wrapped her arm around Peter's shoulder, leading him into the school. "For two years of my life, I forgot what the sun felt like."

"You're making England sound much worse than I bet it was," Peter smirked, completely forgetting their setting. He was so eager to catch up with his childhood best friend ... who normally doesn't go to Midtown Science High School. Peter stopped at the bottom of the stoop. "What are you doing here?"

Elizabeth shrugged, pulling away from Peter and made her way up the stairs and into the school. "Scenery change."

And that was it. That was all Liz had told Peter. This was the first public school Elizabeth had attended since ... elementary school? Has Elizabeth ever attended a public school? Peter quickly ran after her. "I thought you were going into business?"

"What gave you that idea?" Liz asked, glancing at a note in her pocket, locker 2019. She showed Peter the note as he caught up to her, suggesting him to lead the way. Osborn and Parker wouldn't be too far away from each other.

And he wasn't wrong. Peter gestured to the right wing, and the two were off to find their lockers. Peter's locker had been nearly the same throughout high school, give or take a few numbers. "Maybe the family business? Or all the pre-college, business centred summer programs?"

"But your forgetting the family business," Elizabeth shrugged, stopping the locker she can now claim as her home base. Peter walked another six feet, passed a dozen more lockers, to find his 2034, a dented bottom locker. She's curious on how Peter forgot the family business Oscorp Industries. It was kind of everywhere. "To run a business, you need to know what you're businessing-"

"Businessing?

"Okay, who's been a business major since pre-k?" Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Whether or not businessing is a word of the English language, you have to know what's going on." She slung her backpack over her shoulder and grinned. "And to be accepted into a college of business and technology, it kind of helps to have a technology background, right?"

"Right, yeah, of course," Peter chipped back, focusing on Elizabeth's smile. He wasn't sure the last time he saw Liz smile. Most of the photos posted on her social media usually have a stern, focused look, similar to her father's. It had almost felt like a long-forgotten dream, bringing calming warmth back into his life. Peter looked down at his schedule in hand, shutting his locker. "Principles of Engineering," he said flatly. "Nothing is more exciting in the morning than conceptual learning."

"How about conceptual learning with your ol' pal?" Elizabeth smirked, showing Peter her schedule. It was nearly identical. Principles of Engineering, Technology and Cultural Relevance, Energy and the Environment, U.S. Government. The only differences for the fall semester were Elizabeth's advanced Latin and Peter's lack of pre-calculus. Peter also was placed in the advanced section of their English hour and had planned to take Yearbook, officially. The more he glanced at his schedule, he's wondering if concepts were the only grasp at breathing. Maybe he will do freelance work for the yearbook students. "Looks like we're going to be spending our 'A' days together. You'll have to help me out in Latin."

Liz took a glance at their schedules, and compared the two days. Out of seven of their classes, the three they didn't take together all fell on the alternative 'B' days of the week. Luckily, their study period would be the same. "And you can help me with calculus."

"Which you'll need for spring," Peter reminded, pointing to the lower half of Elizabeth's schedule, where Spring's Computer Aided Design and Engineering Graphics were followed by a red-inked warning phrase "PREREQUISITES REQUIRED", meaning Liz's pre-calculus course.

Elizabeth shrugged. "I've got all semester, and if I really needed extra help, I'm taking calculus during the spring, too."

"Which is a suggested pre-req."

" 'Suggested' is the key word, there's only so much they can suggest," Elizabeth smirked as the warning bell rang. Peter gestured down the hall, leading Elizabeth in the direction of Principles of Engineering. Elizabeth followed willingly as any other senior with Senioritis. "Pete, you gotta relax a bit. It's the first day of senior year. We gotta make the best of it."

"I'm just trying not to die," Pete sighed. Both physically and mentally. It takes a lot out of a 17-year-old who fights crime for free. He should consider accepting . "There's going to be a load of homework for each class, plus I need to keep grades up to be accepted into any college, and I just feel so busy all the time."

"Pete, you just gotta let go of the stress." Easy for Elizabeth to say. She's been relaxed since they walked into the building. How is she not stressed? The final bell rang. They were officially late on the first day. Elizabeth grabbed Peter's hand and squeezed. "I'm here for you when you need me. Pete, I'm finally here," Liz laughed, pulling Peter into motion before letting go of his hand. Peter followed without a fight, he'd follow Elizabeth anywhere he could ... especially if it's to the class that they're late to.

Elizabeth was right. Not about letting go of the stress. That's more of a micromanaging problem, and his economics class is next semester. But the fact was out there. Liz is here. It's no longer a dream. Elizabeth, his childhood best friend, is here. And his heart is beating too fast for this just to be a 'Missing my best friend' case, and Peter knew it. But whether Elizabeth knew adds to the never-ending list of stresses.