Summary: Peter + Fitz = PITZ. Alright?
*Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Degrassi... I wish~ Nor do I own The Beatles' song "Help".
Special Dedication: To my beloved Jackie for PITZ wouldn't be my OTP if it weren't for our domestic partnership.
Chapter 1
"Help"
PETER'S POV
It was one of those days when Peter Stone wished he wasn't attending college and needed the extra money to pay for books and tuition. The Dot was unbearably packed around noon and all he wanted to do was head home and nap for the rest of the day. Unfortunately for him, that would not be the case until closing time.
After he took table five's order, he was called over to the counter by his manager Spinner Mason.
"What's up?" Peter asked as he began to collect the ingredients to make three milkshakes.
"The Dot has been doing really good lately except we don't have that many workers here. What do you think about me hiring someone new?" Spinner asked. He was in the midst of preparing someone's turkey wrap.
Peter nodded, "Sounds cool. Wait, does that mean that I can do fewer hours now? I'm sorry but I'm finding it difficult to juggle work with school."
"That's actually another reason why I think we need an extra pair of hands on board, man."
Peter liked having his old Studz band mate as his manager. Spinner understood Peter's situation and he was levelheaded about mostly everything pertaining to his job. He watched as Spinner placed a "Help Wanted" sign by the entrance before preparing table five's shakes.
FITZ'S POV
After getting out of juvie early for good conduct, Mark Fitzgerald didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't return to Degrassi because Principle Simpson made it clear that he was expelled after the Vegas Night incident.
He was sure about one thing though, he couldn't sit around at home and allow his airheaded stepbrother, Steve, get away with beating him up as a hobby. Steve didn't want to understand that Fitz no longer felt the need to cause pain. Also, Fitz's newfound love for Christianity annoyed Steve to no end which only egged him on.
While in juvie, Fitz was often visited by Father Gregg from St. Brigid's church down the street. At first he refused Father Gregg's help but with time, he accepted his teachings and enjoyed learning about something he never would have expected weeks earlier.
After a horrible afternoon with Steve, Fitz needed to go outside for some air. He rounded a corner and headed for no place in particular. After fifteen minutes he stopped in front of The Dot. It was strange how it was once his favorite hangout spot. Owen, Bianca, and he, did nothing more but to harass the workers and give everyone else a hard time. He cringed at those memories and quickly shook them away.
Just before he decided to continue walking, he noticed there was a sign on the entrance that read: Help Wanted. Perchance that was the sign he had been looking for.