Imagine being Harrison's daughter and moving in with Cisco
"My God, how many boxes do you have?" Cisco complains, lugging a box of books into his apartment.
"I did warn you about this," you roll your eyes, unable to hide the amused smile that was playing on your lips.
"I thought you were joking," Cisco admits in a pant, leaning against the back of his sofa. "How do you even have this much stuff?"
"You'd be surprised what living in a parallel universe without any material goods will do to a girl," you reply with a smirk, inching your way towards your boyfriend.
Reaching out with a playful smirk, Cisco cheerfully pulls you towards him, his fingers wrapped tight around your waist. "Oh yeah? Maybe you'll have to tell me about that sometime."
"Oh no, absolutely not," your father's voice interrupts the moment from behind a large box of clothing. "What ever you're doing, stop it, now."
"Dad," you sigh, shaking your head. "You can't even see what we're doing."
"Doesn't mean you should be doing it," the gruff voice groans, as he places the box down, throwing a sharp look towards you and Cisco, one that would have most people running.
"And this is why I'm moving out."
