#hard to write him without thinking about Janine though 🤕

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚ ❆ from a city that’s colder, but damn it he’s so hot — Gregory Eddie. ⋆ ˚ ❆ ౨ৎ

it’d been a rough day. the cold made it difficult as ever to get up and dressed, harsh winds of philadelphia soon chilling your bones as you rushed to warm up your car. the ends of your much needed scarf got caught on your door, leading the way for hot coffee all over your arm. one of your students’ parents had left a rather rude voicemail for you to come back to about a bad grade you’d tried to contact them about times before. not to mention the complete influx of runny noses sweeping your classroom. winter mornings were always the worst.

“I didn’t expect you to actually beat mine, wow.” he shook his head as his arms uncrossed, reaching deftly into his pockets for the five dollars you were promised.

“I told you. it was pretty bad.” you were happy to have someone to vent with like this, a good excuse to laugh it off if nothing else and gregory always seemed to have the advice you didn’t know you needed.

“no yeah, you weren’t kidding. some parents are just like that, its really not your fault. a lot of colds going around with mine right now, too. you know I always have extra clorox if you-“ he motioned to his classroom door behind him, stopping himself short when he saw mr. johnson out of the corner of his eye making a face at him. you turned and waved at him, laughing to yourself when he started whistling and moving down the hall.

“doesn’t he have anything better to do? surfaces to wipe or..” you joked, attempting to cut some of the tension suddenly in the air.

“right, yeah, I have tried to tell him.” one of his hands moved to the back of his neck, a tell-tale sign of his discomfort, ending with both of you talking at the same time.

“so-“

“well-“

you both shook it off, time before class started dwindling as other teachers began shuffling down the halls.

“anyway I should get back. you know, surfaces to wipe and all.” he suggested, mentally patting himself on the back for the smile on your face as he walked back to his room.

by the time you’d gone to the teachers lounge and walked back to your own classroom there was a neatly ribbon-wrapped clorox bottle waiting for you on your desk, an incentive not only to help prevent a runny nose of your own — but to give you proof that the day was beginning to go better than it had started.