“What final do you have?"

“Accounting."

“Oh, blech..." Amber made an ugly face. It was a sign of how comfortable she was getting around me. Early on, even if she considered me pond scum compared to her rich friends, she had to maintain her perfect appearance around me. Now, she could care less if I saw her more vulgar side.

“Hey, if you want your own private practice, you'll have to balance the books somehow."

“That's why I hire an office manager and a CPA. I can shove all the dirty work onto them," Amber said offhand.

I was just about to say something in response when the door popped open. "Good lord, why the hell do I even NEED to take English Lit?

Everybody's dead and I don't CARE what they thought!" E-Beth stomped in and flung her bag to the side.

“That bad, huh?" I asked.

“Ohmigod. I totally FAILED that class."

Amber piped in, “Translation: ‘Maybe I got a B... MAYBE.'" She rolled her eyes.

I looked at E-Beth, knowing that Amber was probably right. My girlfriend was just too smart to ever fail at anything. But whether she failed or got a ‘B', she was agitated and it was my job to settle her down.

I held my arms open, and E-Beth immediately collapsed into my grasp.

She actually purred as I hugged her and I could feel the tension begin to leave her body.

“Y'know, I get so jealous of you sometimes," Amber complained.

“You found this magic button to de-stress. Just come home, get David to hug you, and all is right in the world."

"Yeah..." And then E-Beth's stomach gurgled loudly, making all of us laugh.

“C'mon. Let's get Lunch a Little early and then I'll have time to cram for my afternoon final."

“Sounds good." E-Beth Looked over at her roommate.

“Want to come with us?"

Amber glanced at her books and then at the clock.

“Dorm cafeteria food?" her nose went into that cute, stuck-up pinch. "Thanks, but no.

I'm meeting my friends a bit later.”

“Okay.” E-Beth got up off me and I stood up and stretched as well.

“See ya later."

I hugged her to me.