Disclaimer: Don't...take this seriously. Please. It's a joke.
Motherfucker
When Fitz is finally allowed to come back to Degrassi, he hates the fact that the person he first runs into is the one he loathes the most.
Eli.
This is the first time he's seen him since Vegas Night.
There he is. He looks even girlier than he usually does. Little prick.
As he brushes past Eli on his way into the building and Emo Boy looks up briefly in surprise, Fitz casts a look over his shoulder and grins at the shock written on Eli's face when he recognizes Fitz's features.
"You-" Eli starts, but Fitz cuts him off.
"Hey Eli. I fucked your girlfriend." With that, Fitz smirks, leaving him behind with an expression of absolute outrage on his face.
Of course, it's not true, Fitz thinks bitterly. Clare is into the goth freak, for some reason. He wonders why, when it's obvious that out of the two of them, Fitz is the real man.
When Fitz comes home after school, the apartment is unusually quiet.
"Mom?"
There's no answer.
Fitz shrugs and assumes that his mother left to go shopping. He crashes onto the sofa and reaches for the remote. Just as he's about to press the little red power button to turn on the television, he hears a moan.
"Mom?" Fitz calls.
There's another breathless moan, louder this time. Fitz scrunches his nose in disgust. His step-father is banging his mother again.
Fitz gets up to go knock on his parents' bedroom door. At the sound of his fist hitting the wood, his mother's moans cease immediately.
"Could you two keep it down in there? Jesus," Fitz calls through the door.
Silence.
Fitz is confused. Usually, his step-father tells him to shut up, calls him a nosy punk, and warns him to fuck off because Fitz is a 'little cockblocker, and can't you see that I'm busy making nookie with your freakin' mother?' and then Fitz opens the door to yell back and the apartment ends up turning into a war zone. But there's been no response from the other side of the door.
Fitz hears whispering suddenly and quickly recognizes his mother's voice, but he can't help noticing that the other is nothing like his step-parent's at all.
Fitz leans a little closer to the door to get a better listen. Definitely not his step-father. Shock fills him. His mom is…cheating?
Curious, Fitz pushes the door open a crack, and what he sees nearly makes him pass out.
A mop of black hair is facing him, as well as a pale, skinny, adolescent back. The figure is leaning over Fitz's mother on the bed. He can see her legs sticking out from underneath the covers, bent at the knees.
Fitz opens the door fully, stepping into the room, still in a state of horror, unaware of his own actions.
"M-mom?" Fitz is mortified when his voice comes out as barely a tiny squeak. Especially when he comes to realize who it is that's been riding his mother while his step-dad isn't home.
Eli sits up in Fitz's mother's lap and turns his head around to face him, smirking obnoxiously.
"Hey Fitz." Eli grins wider than before when he sees Fitz standing in the doorway. "I was wondering when you'd be home." Eli gives his hips a perfunctory thrust forward as he greets his rival, and Fitz's mother makes another mewling sound underneath him. Fitz can't see his mother's face, but he's sure he wouldn't want to anyway.
"Wh - what are you-"
"Hey Fitzy," Eli starts again, his smirk the biggest Fitz has ever seen it. "Guess what?"
Eli's next statement comes out in a sneering whisper that still manages to carry itself across the room. His lips form the words precisely and deliberately, and to Fitz it seems like Eli's speaking in slow motion.
"I fucked your mom."