It was a boring drive back to Washington, a really boring and unentertaining drive. A drive were Craig would have preferred to watch paint dry or talk to his sister for an extra hour.
Anything was better then this drive at this point.
But, it was a repeating drive he had to do every three weeks, driving to see his parents and sister back in denvor for a weekend.
They never came into the city to see him, he always had to go to them. It annoyed the noirette so much, but when he brought it up, he got 'oh but there's more of us'
When seeing his apartment building in sigh he let out a small sigh of relief and turned into the parking lot. Long drives were always tiring for him, unless he was exhausted from the weekend of putting up with non-blabber.
Either way, the noirette was tired and wanted sleep. So that's what he was going to get.
He hopped out the car, locking it and made his way to his lovely Apartment on the top floor. It was nothing special, a basic studio apartment that you would expect to find in a major city.
In all honesty, Craig hated his city life, it was always so busy and loud. Everyone was all planned out and knew what they wanted in life, he was just glad he didn't live in Francisco.
He only lived there because he had spent his whole life trying to work I NASA engineering. So he didn't want to let that dream job down just because he didn't like where he lived. Even so, he even hated his work, all the people there drove him insane.
Craig Tucker, twenty six and his life was already over.
He wasn't depressed, well as far as he was aware, but he felt his life going no where, it was all a drag and it didn't help how his family lived hours away from him.
With practiced routine, Craig made his way to his studio apartment and soon felt himself crash onto his sofa that was only a few steps from the door.
It wad a mess, the living room, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom. He didn't care much,
Not now and probably not next week either. He just wanted change.
And sleep.
He really needed to sleep right now.
He can think about change after he slept.
Almost the second he closed his eyes did Craig fall asleep, clining to a pillow.
The twenty six years old man, passed out on the sofa at one in the afternoon. He had been too tired to realise how cold it was in his apartment or that he even forgot to lock his front door.
Not like it mattered, out of all the flats to steal from, why would you walk into one's that didn't stink of weed or have clear signs of richness?
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FanfictionCraig tucker, 26, he had worked with Nasa ever since finishing education. It was once a dream job if his, his only goal in life who work there. But now? Now he had that job it became boring and repetitive. It just made Craig's life seem... dull. An...
