❪ 001 | love, eve ❫
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❝ BYE, GUYS. ❞ YOU SAY one last time, the snogging couple oblivious to your words. Sighing, you curse under your breath, having lost your ride and now a long walk ahead of you.

Walking back into the massive house that is the Blossom's residence. Not finding your coat in the pile of clothing.

Letting it go for the moment, you will ask the redhead about it tomorrow. Every step you talk futher from the living room, the music fades away.

Having someone bump into me. My entire front gets wet, the red liquid immediately staining.

Cursing softly, you glare at the noirette standing in front of you, "I'm so, so sorry-" Veronica starts.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head; officialy over with this party, "Thanks a lot, newbee." you grumble, moving passed her.

Walking down the stairs of the house. Yes, the Blossoms have fucking stairs leading up to their front door.

Feeling a set of eyes burning in your back, you look back. Seeing the young Lodge stare at you. All she does is stare, no words coming out.

Rolling your eyes, you look back at the very red stain. Sighing, you start to walk off the property.

Plugging your earbuds in, you try to get your mind off the stain with some music.

Music makes everything better. Right?

Continuously you take deep breaths, rubbing your arms. You have thrown the stupid idea of not thinking about the stain out. Instead making a mental checklist of what to do when you get home;

- Immediately try to get the stain out before it sets

That's the only important thing, right now. Ignore everything else, Evelynn.

Walking up your much smaller pateo, you step into your home. Kicking your shoes off, you run up the stairs.

Pulling your shirt off, you attempt to open the bathroom to just walk into the door.

Furrowing your brows, you try it again, "Fuck." you curse, mow registering the fade electro music that's playing.

Trev.

His showers are always way too long, if anything is going to kill us, it's his long showers. What even takes him this long?

"Well, there went days of work." you mumble to yourself. Walking into your room instead.

The cold evening breeze slaps your cheeks. The balcony door was still open, your white curtains flow surprisingly aesthetically in the wind.

Picking your camera up from the shelf, you snap a series of pictures of the beautiful mundane event.

Smiling down at your work, you close the doors. Making sure it's secure, "Honey?"

Looking up, you're met with your mothers' warm smile, "How was your night?"

"Well, my shirt is ruined. But other than that; it was a good." you shrug, still annoyed by the klutz.

"What do you mean 'My shirt is ruined?'"

Holding up the red-stained shirt, she takes it in her hands, "I think it's red wine, maybe Gatorade?"

"Can't promise you anything but I'll try to get it out."

Nodding, she strokes my cheek, "Don't forget to wash your face."

"I won't."

"Good night, honey." she says gently, walking to the door, "Oh, mom. Can I ride with you to school tomorrow?"

Making her brows furrow, "Midge and Moose are staying until late. I think they'll arrive around lunch." you elaborate.

"I'd love that." she nods, switching the big light off, "Good night." she whispers.

"Good night."

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