Perfect.
Just perfect.
Liz let out a frustrated sight as she stared at her "new" classes.
Elizabeth H. Leos University of Glenberry
MATH 2103 Functions, Trigonometry, and Linear Systems
PHYS 2103 Quantum Mechanics II
BIOL 2103 Introduction to Biology II
SPAN 2103 Intermediate Spanish II
Her credits didn't transfer, so now she has to retake them.
"Goddamnit," She muttered under her breath as she made her way to the city's college, the University of Glenberry.
She couldn't be all that upset though. She would've had to retake several more classes had the counselor been more strict. Thankfully, he was an understanding man and managed to get most of her core classes to transfer. It would have been a bitch to retake most of her English and history classes.
But still, a senior having to take sophomore classes?
"Good thing I'm just retaking classes," Liz folded the piece of paper and put in her pocket. Right now, she was just focused on getting to the campus. Her classes for the next semester were all set. Now, there was just one thing left to do.
The walk to the university went by in a breeze.
The campus looked to be about the same size as, if not a bit bigger, than her old school.
Scanning around, she searched for her friend, the guy that was supposed to give her a tour.
"Am I early?" Pulling out her phone, she checked the time.
2:43 P.M
She's actually three minutes late.
Where the hell was-
"LIIIZZZY!" An exciting shout was the only warning she got before a man hoisted her into the air.
"JESUS FUCKIN CHRIST!" The man happily spun them around, laughing as Liz held on to him for dear life.
"Lizzy! So good to see ya!" he beamed, the smile never leaving his face as he finally put Liz down.
"Who the hell-" she was about to punch him in the face, but then she saw those familiar dark brown eyes,
Noway. This couldn't be her cousin. The lil guy she remembered was a lanky dork with a small cloud of black, frizzy hair that formed around his head. This dude that was standing in front of her was a tall, buff man. His hair was curled into small dreads that were pulled into a loose ponytail.
He also had a bit of well-trimmed stubble now.
"Andre?"
"That's me," he cheerfully replied with his smooth voice.
"What the hell was that for?" she playfully punched him in the arm.
"I got excited!" the man defended himself, "It's not every day I get to see you,"
"Well, get used to it, you're gonna be seeing me every day," Liz sighed.
"You don't sound too excited about that,"
"My bad dude. Never been too good at sounding happy" She groaned, rubbing her head, "Anyway, you know where the Music Department's at?"
"Haha…" Andre laughed nervously, "No?"
"Then why did you-"
"I got excited," Andre awkwardly rubbed the back of his head, "I can show you where your classes are though, you're the same as me, right?"
"I already know where my classes are," she deadpanned, "I don't know where the Music Department is though,"
"I- uh," he stuttered, pulling the collar of his shirt,
"Dude,"
Andre looked around, trying to find a way to get out of this situation. He snapped when he saw a familiar blonde girl, "Look, you can ask her!"
"She looks busy," Liz said flatly, "And you're the one's supposed to be giving me a tour,"
"Pssh," the man shrugged her off, "Tiffany'll gladly show you around if you're not an ass,"
"Then why don't you go ask her?"
"' Cuz she knows I go here… and she'll think I'm a dumbass," Andre muttered the last part.
"You are are a dumbass,"
"Y-yeah! But she doesn't need to know that!" Andre some heat rise to his cheeks, "And look, she's done talking to Miss Yumi, now's your chance," He said, trying to walk away.
"No." Liz grabbed him by his arm, preventing him from slipping away.
"Just do it,"
"No! You do it,"
The childish banter continued for a while before a confused voice interrupted.
"Um… Andre? Everything okay?"
"H-hey Tiffany," Perfect, his chance to escape, "H-hey uu, are you busy right now?"
"Mm, no, to really,"
"Awesome! Would you mind giving Liz here a quick tour on campus? Coach moved practice up an hour today,"
"Wait-"
"Sure, I'd be glad to," Tiffany said with a smile.
"Thanks! I owe you one!" Slipping free from Liz's grip, he took off on a sprint, "See you later!"
Liz just stared dumbfounded. What the hell just happened? Liz looked down to see the blonde-haired girl to be just as confused as she was. At least they were on the same page
"Is there anywhere you want to go in particular?" She politely asked.
"Uhh… you know where the Music Department is?" Liz tried to give a friendly smile but it ended up looking rather awkward. The girl didn't seem to mind all that much.
"Yep, I'm not one to brag, but I know this place pretty well" Tiffany joked, "C'mon, it's right this way,"
"Thank ya," Liz sighed, relieved. Finally. She can do what she came here for.
The walk to the Music Department remained relatively quiet, save for Tiffany's attempts at small talk.
"So, are you planning on attending UoG?" Tiffany asked, attempting to break the silence.
"Yep." Liz said, not really interested in keeping the conversation going., "I start next week,"
"Cool. what classes are you taking?"
"Uh, right now, I have to retake some classes, since they didn't transfer as they should've," Liz explained, "My first class is with a Ms. Yumi at… 11 I think,"
"Oh, is it Quantum Mechanics II?" Liz gave a small nod, "Hey, we have that class together,"
"Cool,"
"If you already took that class before, maybe we could be partners? Assuming you made a good grade that is," Tiffany joked, a pretty giggle escaping her lips.
"Uh.. sure," Liz dully said, "I passed with like a 90- somethin' in my old school',"
"Awesome!"
"Yeah,"
"So… where are you transferring from?"
"Texas A&M,"
A few more moments of silence passed as they made their way to the Music Department.
"You're a quiet one, aren't you?" Tiffany asked, tilting her head up to look at the much taller woman.
"Mmhmm,"
"Do you want me to leave you alone-"
"Nah, I'm just… ain't much of a talker, my bad," Liz apologized, "Small talk ain't my forte," she explained, then she remembered that she never properly introduced herself, "By the way, the names Elizabeth, but just call me Liz,"
"Nice to meet you, Liz, my name's Tiffany" the blonde gladly introduced herself, "So… you're from Texas?"
"Yep,"
"Any reason why you chose UoG?" Tiffany asked, curious in knowing why Liz would travel such a long way.
That particular question made Liz freeze a bit, "No reason really. Just thought it would fun to do somethin' different,"
"Well, I can promise you there's something you'll find fun here,"
"Yeah, I'm actually plannin' to join the jazz band,"
"Wow, really?" Tiffany took a quick look over at Liz's appearance.
Light blonde hair that was loosely braided, old, worn down jeans, a black shirt, and a green hoodie. Not only that, but the woman was rather tall. She might be taller than the yoga instructor at the gym. A digital camera hung from her neck. She also looked to have but of muscle, and from her rolled-up sleeves, it looked like she had a few tattoos.
"You don't look like the type that'd do jazz band,"
A comment like that probably would've set her off two years ago, but now...
"Eh, I mean, compared to when I was in the Aggie Roarin' Band, then yeah," Liz awkward;y scratched the back of her head, "I do look a bit… rugged, don't I?"
"N-no I wasn't-"
"Nah, it's cool. Nothin' to be fussing over," Liz waved off Tiffany's attempts to apologize, "Besides, compared to you, I look like a mess,".
Tiffany was quick to change the subject, "So, what's it like in Texas?"
"Hotter, if you can believe," Liz joked, "Here, at least the shade does somthin',"
"Hotter than here? I don't believe it,"
Liz shrugged her shoulders, "It's true though,"
"Yeah right,"
"No, I'm serious! It's finna be fall, right?" Tiffany gave a small nod, "Check the weather for…." Liz tried to think of about a city other than Houston, "Dallas, Texas, trust me darlin', the weather's wild down south,"
"I'll hold you to it,"
"Alright,"
"Are there any other classes you're planning to take?"
"Yep, got math, biology, and language credit I need to retake, but everything else is for my minor, Music Composition,"
"I'm guessing that's why we're heading to the Music Department?"
"Yep, I need to talk to the Director about stuff, like what other instruments I'll need to learn, and if I could try out for the jazz band," Liz put her hands in her pockets, "What're you tryna major in?"
"Um, I'm not really sure," Tiffany said sheepishly, "I'm actually just trying to get my basics out of the way,"
"No particular associates degree?"
"No, not really,"
"That's cool, what are you, a sophomore, right?" A nod from Tiffany, "Yeah, got time. Just don't waste money and take classes you don't need,"
"I know, I know," Tiffany sweatdropped. Why did she feel like she was getting lectured? "Anyway, is jazz band all you're interested in doing?"
"Yep, I'm going to be taking a few photography and film classes too, but those are mostly for my visual media minor,"
"You're a real artiste, aren't you?"
"I don't want to brag, but yep," Liz held the camera as if she was about to take a picture, "I just know what I'm good at," Huh, this actually looks like a decent shot.
"In that case, you should join the yearbook committee, if you're so good,"
"No thanks," Taking a few steps back, she realized the frame, making sure it wasn't just her. She normally doesn't like the lightning at three in the afternoon.
"Aw, why not?"
Goddamn, this looks lighting. And with such a good model….
It'd be a sin to let go to waste.
"I ain't got much time to be doin' stuff I don't have too," Liz lowered the camera, "But if you'd like, I'd gladly give you a free photoshoot, like right now. You make the normally horrid afternoon lighting look rather pretty," Liz compliment, not realizing what exactly she said.
"Oh, really?" Tiffany felt a small amount of heat in her cheeks at Liz's compliment, "You think I look pretty?"
"In this lighting? Yes," Liz muttered, too concentrated on changing the lens, "but judgin' on how this rarely happens, I'd reckon you'd make any lightening look pretty damn g- there we go!" She beamed when she finally had the lens she wanted, "So, whatcha say, Miss Tiffany?" For the first time, Liz gave the blonde a genuine smile.
"Umm… Sure! Should I strike a pose or?"
"Do whatever feels natural," Liz reassured the nervous girl.
"O-okay," Looking around she noticed a bench, "Mind if go sit there?"
A plan formed in Liz's mind, "Go ahead," If she could get the photo when she wasn't focused on the camera...
"So, tell me somethin' about yourself," Liz said, making sure the camera got back in focus when Tiffany sat down, "You got any hobbies?"
"I'm the head cheerleader for the football team," the blonde sat down, pushing strands of hair back,
"Oh yeah, y'all got a football team here," Liz mused "The uhh... Glenberry Bears, right? You guys any good?"
"Mmhmm! We went to to the semi-finals last year for Division II," the blonde recounted, "And the cheerleading team also placed fifth place in the Universal Cheerleading Association in nationals this year,"
"I take it as a good thing?" Liz gave a small smile as the cheerleader visibly relaxed, her smile becoming much more natural.
"Of course it's a good thing, silly, though…" Tiffany put her chin in her hand, "it would've been better if we got first place, but hey… you win some, you lose some," she turned her head towards Liz, watching as she kept clicking buttons on the camera, "When are you taking the photo?"
"I got a few while you talking about cheerleading and football," Liz said, standing up and walking towards the cheerleader, "I'm just looking for the best one,"
"Wait, you already took one?" Tiffany scooted over, making room for the taller girl to sit down.
"Yep,"
'Why didn't you… ?"
"Cause I didn't want you to look stiff, look, here," She showed Tiffany the screen, "This one's rather pretty if I do say so myself,"
Tiffany really couldn't argue with Liz.
This one was when she was resting her head on her chin. The setting autumn sun painted the background in a shade a magnificent shade of yellow, making it the sky look like it was dipped in gold. Her shining bright blue eyes contrasted the way her hair lightly reflected the hues of the sun, and her relaxed smile only sold it.
"This is pretty good,"
"Like I said, I know what I'm good at," Liz playfully bragged, "Want me to print it out for you?"
"Really?"
"Yeah… it'd be a shame not to have this framed in a picture," Liz lightly said, saving the picture and turning off the camera, "This city's big, and since there's a college here, there's probably a print shop nearby,"
"There is, but it closes at three,"
"Damn," Liz sighed, her shoulders falling, "welp, guess I'll try to find it tomorrow. How far are we from the music place anyway?" she asked, standing up and stretching her arms a bit.
"Oh right," Tiffany lightly smacked herself on the forehead, "I forgot, it's right ahead," she gestured towards a large building, "I don't know of the Mr. Henry's in there, but they always have practices on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays at seven during football season. They also have small rehearsals on Fridays before games. Mr. Henry's always here an hour early,"
"It ain't that far from the main building," Liz mused, "Makes life easier, don't it?'
"Yep, a lot of students agree with you,"
"Well, thank you for helpin' me," Liz gave a light bow, "I'll see if I can have that photo printed by the time we have class together,"
"Pleasure was all mine," Tiffany said, "and if you'd like… I could show you around Glenberry," The cheerleader put her hands behind her back.
"Oh?"
"I-I mean, if Andre isn't already doing that," Tiffany quickly added
Liz nodded her head in denial, "Nah, I haven't asked him yet, but if you ain't busy, then sure,"
"R-really?!"
"Yeah, like I said, my classes don't start 'til next week. Same with m'job. I ain't got much goin' on,"
"Awesome! My classes tomorrow end at three, so… meet up at the main building at around 3:30?"
"I'm game," Liz said, walking towards the Music Department, "See ya tomorrow then?"
"Mmhmm, bye," Tiffany gave a small wave and also headed off in her way.
Nice gal, Liz thought as she entered the building.
It didn't long to find Mr. Henry, since the middle-aged man was in his office listening to what was potentially the marching show for the season. The fair-skinned man was reclining in his chair, his eyes closed as he closely listened for any missed pitches and notes.
"Hey, Mr. Henry, you busy?"
"Hmm?" Her voice took him out of his trance, "Oh, good evening... Elizabeth, right?"
"Yes, sir, but I'd prefer if you'd call me Liz or Leos,"
"Alright, Liz, I take it you're here to talk to me about something?" He asked, shifting so he was sitting properly in his chair.
"Yep. I know I'm not allowed to try out for the marchin' band-"
"And that's a damn shame," he interrupted her, shaking his head in disappointment "I've heard that East Texas is the powerhouse of marching bands down there,
"Yep," Liz agreed, remembering her time there. "Especially in high school, almost all of the bands that have advanced to compete in State are from there."
"And you're from A&M, right?" a nod, "Damn, that's a good program. It's a shame you're not eligible to march, because of your unique circumstances,"
"I ain't gonna lie, I was upset too, but they didn't say I wasn't allowed to be in music program altogether,"
"You're interested in trying out?"
"Yep. I'm aimin' for jazz, though,"
"You're in. I've already heard you play. You can play all 12 minor and major scales, right?"
"All three octaves, and full range chromatic scale, along with the most of the harmonic and tonic scales," Liz made a thoughtful expression before adding, "On a trumpet, alto and tenor sax, at least. On a mellophone, baritone, and trombone I can play major, minor, and chromatic scale in two octaves,"
"Are you planning to major in music?"
"No,"
"Then just focus on the trumpet, trombone, and tenor," He advised, taking a sip of coffee, "Those are the ones that are most in tune and on the pitch with you. I'd say also say baritone and mellophone, but we got too many of those and not enough tenors in the program,"
"You sure? I've been told I outplay ten tubas,"
"Even more of a reason to put on those instruments," The director joked, "We mainly have freshmen on those instruments, and they're timid players. I'd do some good to have an upperclassman with them,"
"You won't mind me showin' off?"
"Not at all, I'll even welcome it, here," the balding dug around in his drawer before pulling out a small binder, "Giving your circumstances before transferring here, classes start next week for you, don't they,"
"Eeyup,"
"Awesome," he handed her two small binders, one said trumpet while the other read tenor sax, "These are the pop tunes we play during games. If you're free, I'd like it if you came to some of the football games and show the kids how a trumpet should sound like,"
Liz raised a brow, "Why don't you do that?"
"Because I'm a tuba player at heart. Sadly, I do not transition well between those two instruments,'
"Fair point," Liz scanned the sheets of music, "Am I allowed to mark these? There's a bunch key signatures here,"
"Yep,"
"Cool," Liz nodded to herself, "Is there a jazz band folder as well?"
"There are, but I haven't passed them out since I still have some students deciding what they want to do,"
Liz nodded in understanding, "Alright, that's all I came for then,"
"Liz, before you go, I have to tell you this," Liz internally groaned at the man's words, having guessed what he was going to say "You've probably heard plenty of times, but still. Stay out of trouble. The counselor fought tooth and nail to get you here, please don't blow it,"
"I know," Liz sighed, "And I don't intend to, sir. I had one helluva wake-up call,"
"See you next week in class,"
"Adios,"
Liz walked alone in the nearly empty campus, listening to music via wireless earbuds. (because wires are annoying)
Her dull, blue eyes idly scanned the news on her phone. Liz told herself that she'd wouldn't concern herself with events that were out of her control, but the one story about the young girl that overdosed hit a little too close to home. Maybe that was enough news for today.
From the corner of her eyes, she spotted a familiar browned skinned man walking with a shorter girl. The girl looked familiar, but she was more focused on the dreadlock wearing man.
"Ayo! Andre!" the woman took off in a sprint to catch him.
"Shoot!" He never stood a chance. Before he even had time to react, Liz tackled him on to the grass from behind. "Ouch
"You motherfucker!" She hissed as they wrested on the ground, "You ditched me!"
"H-hey! Chillout!" he winced from Liz's (playful?) assault.
"Say uncle!"
"Never!" He tried in vain to get off Liz's iron grip, but couldn't break loose.
"Andre, this is sad," the woman that was with him muttered into her hand, watching with mild amusement as the two wrestled on the ground, "Just take the L dude,"
"Yeah, Listen to her, Dre!" Liz snickered at his attempts to break free. No matter how buff Andre got, he's still her little cousin.
"No!"
"Alright," Liz shrugged her shoulders, "Guess it's time for a wet willy then?" She stuck her finger and her mouth then brought it close to Andre's ear.
"Nonono!"
"Say Uncle then,"
"Uncle!" That's the magic word.
Letting go of Andre, Liz laughed as he quickly rolled away and shot her a glare.
"Man, you start hitting the gym and you still can't beat me,"
"That's only 'cause you snuck up on me!"
Liz laughed as she jumped to her feet, dusting herself "Yeah right, keep tellin' yourself that. Here," She extended an arm to him.
"It's true though," Andre grumbled under his breath, pulling himself up with Liz's help, "and, sorry for dippin' out on you"
"You better be," Liz joked, "'sides, I guess it wasn't all that bad. Tiffany's a nice gal,"
"Aw, did Lizzy make a friend?"
"'Spose I did, she's gonna show me where the print shop's at," Liz then remembered that there was someone else her, "Do I know you?"
Liz could've sworn she's seen this person before. Something about those eyes.
"Lizzy! You hurt me!" The feigned shock, placing her hands over her heart, "How could you forget this adorable face?"
"Kyu, you've already met Liz?"
Kyu?
Oh!
"Sugar-thot!?" Liz shouted, quicking pulling the brown-haired girl into a bone-crushing embrace, "The hell're you doin' here!" her
"Jesus dude! You're crushing me!" Kyu struggled against Liz's grip, to the latter's obliviousness.
Crack!
"Oop, there goes m'back,"
"Uh.., Liz,"
"Need somthin'?"
"I think you just killed her," Andre sweatdropped at Kyu's limp form, "by suffocation, it seems,"
"Nah, she's fine," Liz put Kyu down, slightly amused at her attempts to regain air/
"JEsus! Were you trying to kill me!"
"Perhaps,"
"You're hilarious," Kyu deadpanned.
"Um," Andre looked between the two women, "So… y'all gonna tell me how you two know each other?"
"You wanna do the honors, or should I?"
Liz shrugged her shoulders, "You can do it if ya want,"
"Okay. Miss Leos over here used to be one of my clients," She patted the much taller woman on the back, "She's also one of my better ones,"
"I don't know if I should feel flattered or not," Liz grumbled, lightly pushing Kyu back, "She was…an… uh," Lis paused, searching for the right words, " a counselor… therapist? I ain't really sure what she was posin' as, but she worked in the rehabilitation center I was in. She helped me learn how to socialize n' all that,"
"Yep.., also, I was a counselor,"
"I thought you were a love fairy?"
"Love ain't all about fucking," Kyu said, sounding like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "There's philia, philautia, and a bunch of others. You desperately just need help with eros,"
Andre just nodded and pretended to understand.
"You're hopeless," sighed the love fairy, " but that's why I'm here,"
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"You tellin' me Andre here has girl problems?" Liz asked, genuinely surprised.
"Yep,"
"Sadly, yes," he admitted, "but! I think I've been gettin'- I mean, getting better,"
"That is also true," Kyu agreed, "He doesn't break into a complete nervous mess anymore. Those biceps help too,"
"You got him to hit the gym? How'd you get that happen?"
Andre nervously scratched the back of his head, "I work out when I'm stressed,"
Liz noted the way Andre's button-up shirt struggled to stay intact as he flexed, "You must be stressed quite often." she dully said.
"Yeah, and football and basketball also makes me do a lot of physical stuff, too"
"Basketball?"
"Yep. Got a scholarship for it along with an academic one,"
"Look at you, Mr. Overachiever,"
"Hey, got him popular with the ladies," Kyu playfully elbowed him in the ribs, "He's getting pretty cut," she pulled up Andre's shirt,
"H-hey!"
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"Look at these bad boys! A six-pack!" She slapped the man's stomach for emphasizes, much to his embarrassment "It also helps that most of the ladies her want some dark chocolate,"
Andre quickly pulled his shirt back down, "N-not cool!"
"Liz, please tell him he needs to show off his bod,"
"As his cousin, no," Liz said flatly, "but as someone who isn't blind, I ain't seen many dudes that have a cut like you. You should probably use it to your advantage,"
"You see? We totes need to get you a muscle shirt," Kyu turned her attention towards Liz, "Same goes for you!"
"S'cuse me?" She raised a brow in confusion.
"Don't 's'cuse me! You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Kyu crossed her arm in mild annoyance, "You got that tall and mysterious vibe goin' on! Your hair is naturally a cool blonde-ish white-ish color, dark piercing blue eyes, and nice, sun-kissed skin," Kyu angrily complemented, "Sure, you're not the curviest of woman out there, but you're fucking toned!"
Once again, she gave Kyu a confused stare, but with a small blush that no one but the love fairy could see.
"Actually...no, toned wouldn't be the right word," She examined the young woman, "Knowing you, you probably still work out like, three hours a day, just for fun," she put a hand to her chin in thought, "You're actually kinda buff, ain't you?" Kyu concluded.
Liz… couldn't really deny that.
"Like Stjepan Sejic's version of Wonder Woman... Except with even less boobs," Andre muttered that last part to himself.
"What can I say? I get them gains,"
"Then get them hoes! I know for a fact that you could've started several harems if you wanted to,"
"Yeah… no." She quickly shot down the idea, "Right now, I'm just tryna focus on getting my life back together. I just got out of a halfway house in LA a few weeks ago. I want to focus on me for a bit,"
"Self-love first?"
"That ain't an issue no more… it's just I can't really date at the moment," Liz sighed, clearly annoyed by that fact, "I miss datin' and hookin' up, but I need to give myself some me-time. Get adjusted to a bunch of stuff. Like not havin' a curfew, goin' to school again, not look so intimating', y'know, normal stuff."
"Is that why you decided to dress like you're finna mug someone?" Kyu deadpanned, pointing out Liz's clothing choice.
"I do?"
"No… I don't think so," Andre said, "You kinda look like a hipster, with your hair being in a messy braid,"
"Andre, I don't you know hipster is,"
"You're right, but I don't think you look like a mugger,"
"Andre, you're telling me that she doesn't look sketchy?"
"Nope,"
"I thought I looked like a nerd," Liz pulled her black shirt to look at it, "Y'know, with the baggy clothes,"
"Nah bro, low-key lookin' like you're in a gang," Kyu said helpfully, "Me and Andre are going to go clothes shopping in a few days, you're free to join us if you want,"
"Noted," Liz said flatley. She already knew that her fashion sense was almost non-existent, but being told that felt a little weird. Just a little bit. Shrugging it off, she began walking away, "Anyway, it's getting' late. I'm gonna go ahead and head home,"
"Make sure you dress better for your date tomorrow," Kyu called out.
"It ain't a date!"
Andre rolled his eyes, "Yeah, and the sun's cold,"
"It's true though!"
"Andre, I can't believe Liz came in a swooped on of the most eligible bachelorettes in this city," Kyu said in mock disappointment, "Don't worry bro, I know you're devastated, but there are plenty of fish in the sea,"
"I'll try my best to deal with this loss,"
"She's just gonna be takin' me to the print shop,"
"Mmhmm,"
"Yeah right,"
"'Ight, Imma head out,"
Liz was never one to show off.
Despite her time in LA, she never got into the habit of spending money for the point of showing off wealth. She wore cheap t-shirts and old blue jeans she found in thrift shops and lived in a one-room studio. Sure, she got a few odd looks, but she wasn't aiming to impress anyone.
Scrooge McDuck taught her that saving and spending her money wisely saves up in the long run.
And it did.
With her savings from when she was a freelance cameraman/ music producer along with the (surprisingly large) inheritance she got from her mother, she was able to get a nice condo.
Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen. All in her name.
An amazing upgrade from where she used to live, but anywhere she could have a small amount of privacy would've been considered an improvement from a halfway house.
Right now, the place only had the bare minimum of furniture: a table, a chair, and a medium-sized couch. At least a fridge came included with the condo.
She'll get that fixed later. Her pride wouldn't allow her to invite anyone over and have them see this sad display.
She might also need to get a car.
If Andre's here, Jasmine wouldn't be too far away. If those two ever needed a ride, she wants to be able to give them one.
Liz made several mental notes as she made her way to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of water from the mostly empty fridge.
Grocery shopping is a top priority.
Liz gave a light smile as she continued to make a list of things she needs to do and get.
This is nice, she thought, A chance to start anew.
A/N
Who else is hyped for Double Date?
I am in quarantine and I don't have shit to do. Might as well finally write this Huniepop fanfic that's been boiling in my brain for the last five years. Also, Huniepop is 5 years old? What? When? I remember being 13 and showing this game to my friends. I have a lot of good memories 'cause of this game.
It's so weird writing the name Tiffany. I… I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's 'cause I've never met anyone with that name so far.
For some reason, I think Glenberry is somewhere in Northern California. I did some mental gymnastics to choose California. It was either that or one of the coastal states, because of the beach.
I dunno if I was being clear, but Andre is an African American with dreads. He is big and soft and I love him.
I tried to write Liz as kuudere, but I think she might've come off as rude.