She stumbled into the house and slammed the door shut.Why did life have to do this? Evie locked the door behind her and walked over to the couch, then, plonked herself on it and switched on the TV. Channel flicking, she noticed there was nothing to watch, so she made herself a cup of coffee.Work was so demanding; she was so stressed.The day had been full of extractions, fillings and examinations, she was a dentist. She loved her job, everyone should, it was just so demanding and tiresome.But unfortunately work was work and she had to pay the bills somehow? Evie finished her coffee and ran upstairs, a shower in her sights. Then, in her bedroom, took off her boring, plain and dull uniform and hopped into the shower.
The water hit her aching shoulders and soothed them so the pain became bearable.She opened up the shampoo and put a big dollop on her head, massaging it with her fingers. Evie turned up the temperature to scorching so to not feel the pain that still lingered in her shoulders.She then repeated this with the conditioner. Then followed by the soap, meticulously covering every inch of her curvy body.She wrapped the white fluffy towel around herself and headed into the bedroom.
She spread on the bed."That feels better" she mumbled softly. Evie was happily single but something inside of her wanted something more.Her stomach growled loudly."I suppose I should feed you huh". She put on some pajama shorts and top over her now-dry body.She walked into the kitchen and started making her sandwich, she could of made something more special but it was late.So she didn't bother.She got out the bread and ham and started to make it.
Once finished she coated it in sauce and sat down in front of the telly. Considering it was 1986, MTV was on.You Give Love A Bad Name played and Evie sang along to it. Evie knew Bon Jovi personally but we'll come back to that.
As one more hour of Motley Crue, Poison, Van Halen, Europe, Bon Jovi and Cheap Trick passed, she was ready for bed.
As much as Evie wanted to have a day off, she had work tomorrow, hopefully better than today.She went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth with one of her many toothbrushes.Once that was over with she leapt onto her King sized bed.She liked to have big spaces to sprawl out considering she was 5 foot 9.She wafted her brunette coloured hair out of her face and pulled up the covers, drifting off into a dreamless sleep hoping the next day would bring something that was worth going to work for.
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Don't Be Cruel
FanfictionA Richie fan fiction. Evie lives a stressful life, she wants to be with someone really badly but she has that person at work the next day! ~Finished~
