The Art of Chemistry
It’s Thursday. Dean is running late, as usual. Beth works her fingers to bone seven days a week and he can’t be bothered to make it home on time. The most irritating thing is she’s not leaving the house to do anything fun. She’s leaving the house for her weekly PTA meeting. Two and half hours of listening to Margaret and Stacy brag about their mediocre kids. Beth didn’t particularly enjoy it, but it gave her a chance to get out of the house and socialize with other adults.
Beth was having a difficult time enjoying anything lately. Her crafts, baking, and gardening had become more of a chore than a hobby. She felt herself morphing into the same stepford bitches she used to laugh at.
Where did I lose myself? She wondered as she waited for the most unreliable person in her life. She lets out an irritated sigh as she hears her husband's car pull into the driveway.
He’s trudging into the living room. One hand holding his briefcase, the other holding his jacket and a six pack of beer. Shirt untucked, tie mostly undone and lazily hanging from his neck.
When did he start becoming a nuisance instead of a husband?
This is a preview of my new, one-shot fic, The Art of Chemistry. This no crime AU has a bored and unfulfilled Beth Boland taking an art class taught by artist, Rio. I have no idea when it will be completed, but I’ve been chipping away at it. I also want to send a very special thank you to @faceless-inthecrowd for helping me on a part of my fic I was stuck on. Girl, your knowledge is much appreciated 👏👏🩷. Thank you 🥰🥰