The seventh period classes have ended and first day of school finally ends. Three out of the four principals are out at the front, saying good-bye to the students who are making their way to the front parking lot.

"Do your homework!" Harry shouts at the students passing by in person and in their cars. "Drive safely! Eat your vegetables! Take a shower!"

"Geez, you sound like my mother!" a familiar, Australian-accented voice tells them.

The three turn to their right, spotting the people they were waiting for all day: the teachers, or in other words, the band members of Five Seconds of Summer.

"Finally!" Liam huffs out at them as they come to a stop. "Where had you guys been‽ We've been trying to look for you guys! Coaches had to take your place!"

Calum Hood shrugs. "Well, we're here now, aren't we?" he points out in his Australian accent.

"Liam, don't stress," Ashton Irwin warns him in his Australian accent, "it's not good for your health."

Liam storms off back into the school, shaking head.

Luke Hemmings turns to the remanding two and said in his Australian accent: "Well, we came yesterday, but nobody was here, so we thought school started next week."

Michael Clifford picks it up: "So we drove by today and we're like, 'Whoa, look at all of these people!' And now we're here!"

"Yeah, school started today," Louis tells them flatly, which matches his facial expression. "Perfect timing."

Niall strolls up to them with a tray of food. He spots the teachers. "Hey, mates, glad you can make it!" He holds out the tray toward them. "Food?"

"Yeah!" the teachers exclaim excitedly. They are about to touch the tray when Harry steps in.

"They can't have food!" Harry cries out. "They didn't do anything today! Come back tomorrow— you can teach and have food!" He shoos them off, toward the parking lot.

The teachers turn around and begin walking back to their car.

While walking, Calum takes a peek at the upside down banner from behind his shoulder. He then looks at the three.

"Might wanna fix that." He points to the banner.

"It's suppose to be like that!" Harry snaps at him.

The teachers then continue on to their car.

Niall speaks up. "Well, boys, time to get to me janitor duty!"

Louis turns to Niall. "Have fun with that, Niall."

Niall skips off back down the walkway, across the quad, and into the locker area. He passes by the long row of lockers, rounding the corner at the other end. There, there's a door that has the label "janitor."

Niall searches for the keys in his pocket, when he hears a voice in there along with some shuffling.

With an curious look, he forgets his keys and goes to the knob instead: It's open. He swings the door open and sees what's inside, making his eyebrows shoot up.

Inside the small, cluttered closet is Beau. He is observing the objects around him. His eyes then land on Niall.

"What class is this?" he asks the janitor.

"Not yours," Niall answers back flatly.

Beau takes out his crumpled schedule paper from his equally wrinkled dark grey trousers and peers at it. "Really?"

"Well, if you want to wash some windows and sweep around."

Beau gazes back at Niall. "That's a class‽"

"Not really." Niall shrugs. "But it could be."

"Well, sounds like fun!" Beau grabs a spray bottle from a shelf. "See what these guys can do!" He sprays his face, shutting his eyes from the liquid.

"Yeah, go test them out for me." Niall steps aside, nodding toward the quad.

Beau wipes his face with his hand. He looks back at the spray bottle and the other janitor supplies. "Sweet! New toys!" He plops the bottle into the janitorial cart and wheels it out into the open air.

Happily, Niall leaves Beau behind and struts back over to the front of the school to join the other two.

Louis raises his eyebrows at Niall when he spots him. "Finished already?"

Niall halts next to him. "Oh no, someone offered to do it."

"Who? Liam?" Harry asks.

"No, one of those tall guys." Niall raises his hand, like as if showing the height of Beau.

"They're ALL tall, Niall," Louis points out.

"Well you know, one of the tall ones." Niall emphasizes his hand in the air.

"I think I know which one you're talking about!" Harry exclaims. "The tall one, right?"

Niall drops his hand and points at him. "Yeah, that one!"

Louis waves his hands in front of him. "Yeah, okay, glad we got that cleared out."

Liam strolls over them. "What's going on?" He halts in between Louis and Niall.

Louis turns to Liam. "Oh nothing, just that Niall gave his janitor job to one of the students!"

Liam stares at Niall with wide eyes. "Niall!!"

"What?" Niall starts flatly. "Get a nice break on the first day. It's been hectic all day. Teaching takes a toll on ya."

"No! Niall, you can't do that!" Liam cries out. "That's keeping the students after-hours, that's child labour!"

"He seems fine with it." Niall shrugs. "He offered."

Liam huffs. "Which one was it?"

"Oh, the tall one," Harry tells him. "He's like nine foot tall."

"Come on." Liam nods toward the school and ambles into it.

The others follow him through the walkway and into the quad.

In the middle of the open space is Beau, who is stalled with the janitorial cart. He is absorbed in the spray bottle, literally, since he is spraying his face with it.

Beau spots the principals walking up to him; he halts spraying and turns to them. "Oh there you are! I was looking for you guys!" He walks up to them. "You see, this spray bottle—" He holds up the bottle. "—doesn't seem to work. Whenever I use it, it—" He presses the trigger and begins spraying his face.

The principals just stare at him with blank faces. Then Niall breaks that by laughing. But Harry quickly shuts him up by elbowing him.

Louis nods his head at the bottle with an inquiring look. "Oh, very interesting. And you said he was bright, Harry?" He turns to Harry.

Liam grabs the bottle from Beau's hand, turns it around, and places it back in his hand.

Beau then continues spraying, this time the liquid sprays away from Beau, now landing on Louis's face.

"Oh, it works now!" Beau exclaims as he continues spraying him obliviously.

"There you go!" Liam exclaims.

Louis holds out his hands in front of him, blocking the mist of liquid from going to his face. Then with a wet look, he gives Beau the death stare. "Great. I think it's time for me to go home now." He turns to Niall. "Niall, next time you take over. I think we figured out who can and cannot be on janitor duty." He storms off.

Beau stops spraying and looks at the others. "I'm one of the guys that can do janitor duty, right?"

Harry pats his back with sympathy. "You'll get there, pal." He strolls away.

Niall scoffs. "Keep dreaming." He then struts away.

"I'll take that from you." Liam plucks the bottle from Beau's hand and pulls the cart over to him. "You can go now." He drops the bottle into the cart.

"But I just figured out how it works!" Beau cries out, extending his hands toward the cart. "I hadn't started yet!"

"Just go home, we'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright!" He pumps his fists in the air. "Get to skip class!" He rushes over to the front of the school.

There, sitting on the railing in front of the side of the auditorium is Robert, who has been waiting for him all this time.

Beau skids to a halt next to his friend. "Bortz, I just started a new janitors' class!"

Robert turns from looking out into the parking lot and to his friend. "They have a janitor's class?" He jumps off from the railing and begins walking over to his car.

Beau follows him, talking excitedly: "Yeah...!" He halts next to the car as Robert unlocks it. "I had a hard time using the spray bottle because it would always spray my face—" He opens the passenger's door, gets in, and closes it. "—but then one of the principals..."

Robert turns on the car and drives toward the exit of the school as Beau continues telling him his adventurous adventure as a two-minute long janitor.

The End for the First Day of School!