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a/n: i havent written fanfic in AGES so pls forgive me im trying my best over here i promise and please ignore any mistakes u see im still figuring out this whole thing again <33

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✧.* said i'm fine, but it wasn't true; i don't
wanna keep secrets just to keep you.✧.*

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Lily Evans has a very cruel summer indeed.

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The summer sun had long since set, leaving behind a soft warmth to the English July night. Sounds party blared into the sky. Inside this party there was what was to be expected from any party consisting of drunk teenagers which is sex and of course, sordid tension.

Lily Evans was sat on a couch, drink in her hand and best mates by her side as the summer air blew around her neck, and she should have been happy.

Summer before seventh year, she was finally of age and was at a party thrown by her friends and was surrounded by her friends, sipping on her favourite beverage, she should have been over the world.

But instead, she was contemplating every decision that had brought her to this moment with a frustrated sort of fury. 

Mosquitos made a feast of her skin and her fingers wrapped around her glass in a grip just short of shattering the poor thing as she watched James Potter twirl Carla Arnold in delirious circles on the dance floor.

This party was like a shiny toy with a price and unfortunately she bought it. Now it seemed that the price was a hefty sum to pay.

She had long since tuned out Sirius blathering over her shoulder to Remus while Peter struggled to be a part of the conversation. Her regretful choice of separating the three stooges by sitting in between them was never quite was apparent as now. 

She wished Marlene would come back from wherever she had gone to snog Dorcas and save her from her moral dilemma.

She wished Sirius, as much as she had grown to love the guy, would just shut the fuck up for half a second so she could think.

She wished the ice in her drink hadn't melted and she wished that Peter would stop leaning so far into Sirius that he started to lean into her, and most of all she wished that Carla Arnold would get her bloody sodding hands off from James Potter's torso.

It wasn't like the suffering was fatal to her system, but what didn't kill her only made her want him more. Maybe she could kill someone else.

Of course she had absolutely no right to be feeling any sort of jealousy in this situation, because she wasn't attracted to Carla and more importantly, she had turned James down on countless occasions.

All of which she was regretting now.

Lily felt livid as she watched the two of them dither around as though they were somewhere head up above the clouds in their own little dream world. Carla giggled obnoxiously at something and Lily's grip on the glass tightened.

It was wrong of Lily to dislike Carla. She seemed to be perfectly nice. In a low cut dress and red pouty lips that she was flashing at James- NO that is just the misogynistic side of jealousy, and Lily Evans would not stoop that low.

She wasn't deluding herself. She knew that she was jealous, okay, she knew. She knew that there was nothing more that she wanted than for James Potter to abandon Carla and come over to her right that instant and snog her senseless.

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