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"Lily Evans liked girls. Well, she liked boys, too. Bisexual. That was the term she’d settled on." After 22 years spent in the closet, Lily is excited to finally start dating girls. In fact, she's quite determined to make up for a lifetime of relationships with mediocre men, and the messy-haired boy who works at the art museum isn't going to change her plans anytime soon. Definitely not.
Chapter 16: It's All About to Change
“Who are you textiiinnnngggg?”
Lily glared up at Dorcas through her fringe. “You already know who.”
“Is it James?” asked Marlene, handing Dorcas a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels before plopping down next to her on the couch.
It was still a little strange seeing Marlene at their flat, her feet lovingly tucked under Dorcas’s leg. She had to admit, they made a good couple. It was clear how well they fed off each other; a constant stream of jokes and compliments paired with endless hours of healthy debate over everything from the best Capri Sun flavours to the most effective way to kill houseplants. No, the strange part was how well Marlene fit into their apartment dynamic, how normal it felt to have her there, as though she’d been a regular staple for years, like Reg.
Lily angled her glare toward Marlene, though the malice left her eyes. She may have been fine with Dorcas and Marlene being together, it was even nice having Marlene around as a friend, but was she ready to discuss whatever was happening between her and James with the girl she’d briefly dated? A pit of guilt settled in the back of Lily’s throat over the entire situation, but Marlene had already been briefed on Lily’s current romantic struggles (and she’d guessed a good chunk of it on her own).
“Okay Kubrick Stare,” said Dorcas, “enough with the eyes and tell us what he said!”
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67 for spotify writing?
Send me a number 1-100 and i will try to write a short fic based off whatever song that corresponds to in my spotify wrapped replay 2023!
“Oh. You’re late.”
Joe blinks. “I am? Well, that’s news to me. I didn’t know there was any sorta time schedule for me arrivin’ here, considerin’ I’ve never been here, and there’s no reason anybody would know I was headin’ here on account of that.”
The zombie stares at him, unimpressed. “You’re Joe Hills,” she says. “Traveller.”
“That I am! And, uh, you are…?” He extends a hand in greeting.
“ZombieCleo. Town storyteller.”
“Oh!” Realisation dawns. “You’re dead, then, I take it? Man, I’ve never met a dead storyteller before. Was it painful when the demon killed you?”
“Eh, I was dead before then,” she says with a wave of a hand.
“So, you’re, like, double-undead then. Undeader. Un-undead? Undead-dead? Undead squared.”
“Let’s just go with Zombie, shall we?” She raises an eyebrow at him. “Or, better yet, let’s just go with Cleo.”
“Alright, Cleo,” says Joe. “I take it you have a role for me.”
“I certainly do.” She grins. “Are you ready to cause a little trouble, Joe Hills?”
“Boy, am I!” Joe grins back. “I’ve been told it’s what I do best.”
“Then I think we’re going to get along swimmingly.” She steps aside, revealing the clocktower behind her. “Welcome to Ravenswood Bluff, Joe. I hope you make it out alive.”
“Alive?” He laughs. “I’m already dead! But I look forward to becoming undead squared.”
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