ALL THE WAYS I CAN'T HAVE YOU · Y/n story by @lizteryn01

The bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of her shoes. Warm bodies moved in clusters, voices overlapping in that chaotic rhythm of a house party on a Friday night. The air smelled like cheap perfume, spilled beer, and something sweet—someone's vape, probably.

Aiofe Hill

Don't start overthinking.

A shoulder brushed past hers. Aiofe had appeared beside her like she always did—quietly, suddenly, as if the universe just dropped her in place.

Aiofe Hill

You've got that look. The one where your eyebrows do that thing.

Player

I'm not overthinking.

Aiofe Hill

raises an eyebrow, taking a slow drag from her cigarette Sure you're not.

Across the room, Y/N laughed again, leaning closer to Logan. Her hand touched his forearm. Aiofe followed her gaze, then looked back at her with something unreadable in those pale blue eyes.

Aiofe Hill

You know he's a walking red flag, right? Logan Black? He's gone through half the girls in our year.