Fire Girl
JILY CHALLENGE (@jilychallenge) SEPTEMBER 21 | @alicecasch vs @eemolu
celebrity au+ “You’re a famous singer, I’m your personal driver or bodyguard and you’re an absolute pain in the ass to babysit.”
SUMMARY: There's a notification glaring up from her phone that can only be the combined product of stress and much more alcohol than most would recommend.
hi!! this is james potter. you’re lily evans, right?
we kindasortamaybe need a driver
urgently
or; james is the lead singer of the marauders, one of the most successful bands of this generation. they need a driver, and lily takes the job.
CHAPTER ONE: PROLOGUE
Lily's drunk. Wasted. Sloshed. Completely and utterly gone. Her fingers tighten on the stem of her margarita, and she focuses on the cool feel of the glass. She must be out of it, because there's a notification glaring up from her phone that can only be the combined product of stress and much more alcohol than most would recommend. She blinks, reasoning that, because it's a figment of her imagination and all, the notification will have disappeared by the time she opens her eyes.
It hasn't disappeared. It's still there.
So, it isn't a figment of her imagination. Huh.
She takes a sip of her drink: if she looks calm, maybe she won’t freak out, she thinks. Her mouth emits an aborted sound, something stuck between a choke and a laugh.
“Uh, Marls?” she says, and her voice sounds distant even to her own ears. “I’ve gotta...I’ve gotta go.”
Marlene turns to her, her brows knitting together in concern. “Everything ok, Lily?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Lily replies, acutely aware that she must sound anything but someone who is okay, at the moment. “Just— just some family stuff’s come up unexpectedly. I’ve gotta go,” she repeats.
Marlene looks even more worried than before, but Lily doesn’t have it in her to care. “Sure, okay. Drive home safe!” she says, still a little unsure. Lily would kiss her, if she didn’t have more… pressing issues.
She scrambles out of her seat, snatching up her bag as she goes. She marches to her car, and her phone burns in the back pocket. She fumbles with the keys and then, finally, she’s inside. She starts driving and cranks up the radio, trying to banish any and all thoughts from her mind.
After what feels like hours of aimless driving, Lily gets to her apartment. She’s on the couch before she even knows it. Haphazardly kicking off her heels, she tucks her knees to her chest and takes a deep breath. Then, finally, she unlocks her phone. The blue dot of a new DM blinks up at her. Her fingers trembling just slightly, she opens the message.
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