Peter was about to have study hall. He hadn't seen Liz yet after last's night's phone call, but this was one of the few classes he shared with her. It wasn't really his main focus at the moment, though. He was about to start work on an essay for his English class. Just as he was about to get started, he noticed Liz take a seat next to him.

"So, is Flash in a better mood today?" asked Peter.

"Yeah, he said sorry about last night," answered Liz. "But, I'm still mad at him. If he's actually sorry, I want him to show, not tell."

Peter paused to think about that last sentence. He didn't know specifically what Liz and Flash did together while no one was looking, but he knew it could have a different meaning.

"Should I get what you mean by that?" he asked. "Or, would you rather me not know?"

"I just want him to actually prove that he's sorry," answered Liz. "He said he was going to take me to Coney Island this weekend, which sounds fun, but it's not really up his alley."

"Where do you guys usually go on dates?" asked Peter.

"Movies, the beach, the Silver Spoon, anything that makes him feel like a man," replied Liz. "He doesn't like to go places that make him look like a kid. He might be doing it just to get me out of his hair. Part of me thinks he doesn't actually know why I'm so mad."

"Well, I hope it works out for you," said Peter. "I'm not exactly Flash's biggest fan, but if you want to be with him, then I hope he comes around."

"Thanks, Petey," said Liz gratefully.

Just as Peter was about to start writing his essay, Liz decided to start a new conversation.

"Can I ask you something, Petey?" she asked.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Sorry if this makes you sad, but did your aunt and uncle ever fight?"

Since his uncle's murder, Peter would usually get depressed at the mere thought about him. But, enough time had passed where he wouldn't cry about it anymore and could speak about it without brooding.

"Sometimes," answered Peter. "But not often. They always had a strong marriage. Why?"

"I was just wondering," said Liz. "My folks fight sometimes. I'm just not sure how common it is for couples to fight. This is the first time Flash and I had a rough patch. I'm not sure how many more fights we're going to have. I don't like the idea of having a boyfriend who argues with me all the time. That's not a loving relationship, is it?"

"Well, I can't say I have the answer since I've never had a girlfriend," said Peter. "But, I suppose you never know unless you keep trying. It might be too early to think like that Liz. Especially if this is just you and Flash's first fight. Maybe you should think about the positives here."

Liz knew Peter had a point. Maybe she was being a little overdramatic. Life was unpredictable, and that included the progress of relationship.

"I hope you're right, Petey," said Liz. "I hope you're right."

"I think you're doing everything you can, Liz," said Peter. "I think it's a matter of him showing that he feels the same way, but that's my guess. Maybe I do know what it's like to be rejected. The two people who put me on the planet likely did that as soon as I was born."

Liz was shocked. Peter never mentioned his parents before, and him implying that his parents didn't love him was even crazier.

"Do you really think that, Petey?" asked Liz worriedly. "That can't be true."

"I never met them," said Peter. "I've always lived with my aunt and uncle. Whenever I asked my them about my parents, they always said they were busy. Whenever I wanted to reach out, they never answered. And when the funeral happened, I didn't even cry. Odds are they had me on accident. But I guess it could've been worse. My aunt and uncle were like my Mom and Dad, especially since my actual Mom and Dad were never there for me."

Liz couldn't believe it. She didn't know what to say. She knew Peter didn't have the best of luck of anyone in Midtown, but she couldn't process the idea of his blood parents being such careless jerks. It made her realize that while she may have things go wrong in her life, it could've been a lot worse for her. She felt bad for Peter. It just seemed his luck was always poor. She hoped his luck would change for the better soon, or there was no telling how difficult his life would be in the future.