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Chloe Beale was having the absolute worst day of her life.

She had woken up late, which meant that she had to skip making coffee and go straight to work.

She regretted that about an hour into her day.

It was Friday. She was glad that the week was finally over, but her students were always extremely hyper and out of control on Fridays.

This was the case today.

Her first grade music class had tipped over an entire bookshelf full of music that Chloe had just spent hours organizing the week before.

Her second grade music class had refused to sit down and instead spent the hour running in circles around the room. She had given up trying to calm them down after 20 minutes had gone by with no success.

The third grade class had been behaving slightly better than the previous classes, and Chloe thought she was in the clear... until one of the boys projectile vomited across the back of her classroom.

Apparently they had been having a contest to see who could poke themselves in the back of the throat the highest number of times without puking. She isn't sure why they had decided to do that, but it caused her a trip around the school to find the custodian and a fifteen minute delay of her own lunch break.

When she finally makes it to the cafeteria, she is met with one of the worst smells she has ever experienced.. including the vomit from her previous class. Shuddering, she turns around and walks back to the music room, deciding that a cup of instant noodles would be much safer than whatever disgusting mess the cafeteria was serving today.

She texts her girlfriend Beca while she waits on the microwave.

When she gets her noodles out of the microwave, she spills some of the boiling water down her leg. She mumbles a curse word angrily and shuts the door, hard.

Adding to the awfulness of her day, Beca does not reply. She waits on a text back for the entirety of her break, and then gives up.

Chloe groans and drops her phone into her desk drawer, even more annoyed. Usually, Beca at least sends a message that says she can't text at the moment and will when she gets a chance. She wonders what she could possibly be doing that is so important that she cannot text her girlfriend back.

The fourth grade class enters the room loudly, and Chloe sighs, dropping her empty noodle cup into the trashcan. This class never behaves, and she doesn't know what to expect on a day like today. She walks out of her office slowly and stands in the classroom with her hands on her hips. They sit down on the floor and stare at her, eventually quieting down.

"Today, we are going to watch part of a musical. If I hear anyone talking, or if anyone gets up, or messes with another person, they will go straight to the office and we will write sentences all of next week. Is this clear?"

"Yes, Miss Beale." The class replies in unison.

She turns on the DVD player and returns to her office, watching them carefully through the glass while grading papers from her humanities class earlier that day. They actually behave, probably terrified of the idea of writing sentences for a full week.

Chloe takes a few pain pills for the headache that has formed over the course of the day. She only has one class left to get through, but it will be the worst of all.

Middle school band.

The fourth graders leave. As they walk out the door, Chloe tells them thank you for behaving and to have a great weekend.

A few minutes pass before she hears the next class coming down the hallway.

Loud is an understatement. These kids could outscream a pack of hyenas. They enter the classroom, shouting to each other as they get out their instruments.

They get into their chairs and continue talking even when Chloe stands up in front of her podium.

"MIDDLE SCHOOL BAND."

They shut up, staring at her in shock.

"Is this how we behave?"

"No, Miss Beale."

"So why are we behaving this way?"

The class does not respond.

"Now that you are quiet, let's stay that way. Turn to page 65 in your music books."

The class passes without any other issues, surprisingly. She tells them to have a great weekend, and sighs as they leave.

She picks up her computer and the charger cord and puts them in her bag. Most teachers stick around to grade papers on Friday afternoons, but Chloe is completely fed up with her day and wants nothing more than to crash in her bed and go to sleep early.

She walks out to the parking lot, only to find that she has a flat tire.

Upon examination, she finds out that she has run over a nail. It is still sticking out of the tire.

She curses, then walks back inside to find someone to help her.

Jesse, the history teacher and a very very good friend of both Beca and Chloe, is standing inside the lobby.

"Hey Chloe!"

"Hey Jesse."

"You seem aggravated."

"I have a flat."

He frowns. "Do you need some help? I can change it for you if you have a spare."

"Would you really?" She smiles, looking exhausted. "I think I do, I just don't know how to change it."

"Let's go check it out." He says, patting her shoulder.

She does have a spare, thankfully. Jesse begins to work on it as she stands there, trying to be of some assistance.

"So, I heard you had an interesting day today."

"It was a nightmare. Is it like full moon tonight or something?"

Jesse laughs. "I'm not sure. My classes were pretty crazy today too, though none of them threw up everywhere.."

"I think it's a Friday thing. Best day of the week for them, worst day of the week for us."

"Agreed."

"Today has just been pretty crap."

"Because of the kids?"

"Just everything. Plus, I texted Beca at lunch and she hasn't replied.."

"Weird. I'm sure she's just busy, though."

"Yeah.. I guess I'll see when I get home."

"You'll be there soon. I'm guessing this flat was the icing on the cake for you?"

"Definitely. I'm so glad you were still here. I can't explain how much I appreciate this, Jesse."

He smiles, checking over the tire one last time. "It's no problem, really. I'm glad I could help."

She gives him a quick hug. "Remind me that I owe you."

He laughs. "No need, unless you mean you want to bring me a latte Monday morning.."

She smiles. "Done deal. I'll pick one up on the way here."

"Awesome! That's definitely worth a quick tire change."

"Thanks again, Jesse."

"No problem, Chloe. Tell Beca I say hi."

"I will! See you Monday." She says, sliding into her car.

"See you then." Jesse replies with a wave, turning around to return to the school building.

Chloe finally pulls out of the parking lot and heads home.

She really hopes that Beca isn't just ignoring her. It's weird that she hadn't replied, especially after a few hours.

After a frustrating drive through traffic, she makes it to her apartment building and parks. Beca's car is in the parking lot. This is a little strange, but she occasionally got to leave Residual Heat early on Friday afternoons, so Chloe didn't question it too much.

She goes inside and up the stairs to the third floor, since the elevator was currently being serviced. She adds hauling her stuff up the stairs to the long list of things that had annoyed her today.

Opening the door to her apartment slowly, she looks around, not seeing Beca. She walks in and drops her stuff on the ground by the doorway, then heads to the kitchen.

Her girlfriend is there, standing in front of the sink, washing dishes.

Chloe scans the kitchen in surprise. It smells good, like spaghetti, and everything is clean. There's a fresh salad on the countertop and a few pots on the stove.

Beca turns around suddenly. "Oh, hey Chlo." She pulls her hands out of the sink and dries them on a towel as she walks toward her.

"Hey." Chloe replies, gladly sinking into Beca's warm embrace. She sighs into her girlfriend's shoulder.

Beca kisses her on the forehead then releases her. "Did your day get any better?"

"No. But, I'm home now."

"That you are. I made dinner." Beca says, gesturing behind her.

"And cleaned the kitchen, and washed the dishes, and vacuumed" Chloe says with a smile, looking around.

"Yeah, that too."

"That's why you didn't text me back?"

Beca stares at her in confusion. "I thought I did?"

Chloe shakes her head.

Beca picks her phone up from the countertop and opens her messages.

"Oh.. It didn't send. I'm sorry, Chloe."

She just giggles in relief, glad that Beca wasn't intentionally ignoring her. "It's okay. It makes sense for a day like today."

Chloe's phone dings and she picks it up.

The Girlfriend: Sorry to hear that your day has been bad. Maybe I can make it up to you. I love you.

She smiles and kisses Beca. "I love you too. Thank you for all this."

"You're welcome. I'm sorry that I don't do it more often, I really should. But hey, let's eat before it gets cold. I want to hear about the horrors of the school."

Chloe smiles, genuinely happy for the first time all day, and follows her girlfriend to the stove.

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