twelve hours ✧ ᵉᵛᵃⁿ ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳˢ

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A L I C E

The sound of the rain tapped against my large window-wall, it was 1.00am on a Saturday morning and I was still at work. Being a psychologist sounded fun but once you got to the real work it really tired you out.

I finally finished my last paper on the last one of my patients , I breathed out a sigh of relief and collected my purse then ran out the office.

It was still raining heavily and I needed to catch the bus, I have a car but I didn't think there would be any point in driving it if I only lived a street away.

I lived in a small apartment building in New York, my apartment wasn't small but it wasn't big either it was a perfect size for one person and since I lived on my own it fit perfectly fine for me.

I finally reached the bus stop and stood under the shelter finally getting out of the rain. It wasn't long before the bus pulled up and took me home.

As I reached the apartment building I noticed Mr. Mills ( the manager ) still at the front desk, I knew he always worked late but never did I think he worked till 1.30am.

"Miss Monroe, what are you doing here so early the morning? did you have a rough Friday night?" I chuckled at his remark.

"no Mr. Mills, work kept me up late, again." He gave me a slight nod "I understand Miss Monroe, you better get going then, have a goodnight sleep" he gave me a small smile and went back to work. "I will, thank-you" I smiled back at him and headed towards the elevator.

I saw the doors closing quickly and I sprinted in my high heels, I noticed a man standing in the elevator. "Wait! Wait!" I shouted, hoping the man wasn't one of those dickheads that ignored people when it came to elevators. Although I was lucky he wasn't because his hands then gripped the metal doors and forcefully pushed them back open. A sigh of relief left my lips as I walked into the elevator and pushed the button for floor 4.

"Thanks for that." I gave the stranger a small smile. He nodded his head and muttered a 'no problem' then put his head down and stared down at the floor.

I have to admit he was quiet attractive, he had shortly cut blonde hair, even though he had his head down I got a glimpse of his chocolate brown eyes, they were so dark... and sad.

Before the thoughts could get any weirder, an extremely loud bang snapped me out of them. The strangers head snapped up and he looked at me with worry. It was then I realised the elevator had stopped.

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Hello everyone, I know this probably sounds really bad but I promise it will get better. And I apologise for any grammar problems I'm definitely not any JK Rowling.

Just a heads up this is a short story and will only be 12 chapters long, if you haven't got the hint it's an evan peters a.u, I will update possibly every Friday and I come from Australia so if I get anything wrong about New York or anything American please keep in mind I'm an just an ordinary Aussie writing a fanfic about evan peters, haha anyway I hope you all enjoy and don't do drugs and stay in school.

p.s I suck at authors notes

- Georgia xx