Parties and Lily didn't go well with each other. They were always full of people she either didn't know, or didn't like. Observing them all, she could see that the people were all there for one thing. Sex. Just by what they were wearing – the girls in their low cut singlets and dresses, the tight skirts clinging to their bums, if they were a mouth they'd suffocate from lack of air, and the guys wearing those shirts with suggestive phrases, their jeans either hanging loose or snug around their bums, funnily enough the opposite of any of the girls clothing – it was obvious sex was the aim of the game.
Unbeknownst to Lily, one party down on Triadic Avenue, proved to be quite different all together. She arrived at the house, obviously built for the rich, overly decorated with windows, and emphasised with unnecessary Greek statues. Inside Lily found it full of the same jocks, the same shameless girls, the same sex driven music, this was how parties began their dance. She sat down on the couch, choosing to watch the chaos. Then she saw him. Standing in the corner he was the rose amongst these thorns; he spoke volumes with his eyes; he created the release for the suffocated skirts. For the first time, Lily wanted to talk to someone at a party. For the first time, Lily wished she were the one dancing suggestively in front of him. For the first time, Lily was happy she'd come to a party.
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Lily
RomanceA short fiction series that centers around a young woman, Lily, as she ponders and experiments with dating and opposite sex.
