Songfic 4: Kerosene
Song by Miranda Lambert
A 17 year old Lily Truscott sat on her back porch one afternoon. She pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her back pocket and lit one up. She knew smoking was bad, but after what's happened to her, what could be worse.
After all, what could be worse than walking in on your boyfriend in bed with your best friend.
That's exactley what Joe Jonas and Miss Miley Stewart did to her.
She exhaled, smoke filling the air. She rolled her eyes.
She loved Joe. He was the love of her life, or so she thought.
She threw the cigarette to the ground, stomping it with her black converse. She bit her lip as her phone rang.
Oliver.
She wasn't in the mood for men. Even if they were just her friends.
She walked back into the house in anger, she grabbed her photo album and put it on the table on the porch.
She walked into the house and down the basement stairs and grabbed a big bottle that said: "DANGER: HIGHLY FLAMMABLE".
Lily smiled at the warning. She really wished she had that written on her forehead when she met Joe. Maybe that would've put some sense into that boy.
She went back to the porch, grabbed the photo album and went into the yard. She put both items on the ground and sat on her knees.
She pulled out numerous photos of Joe, her and Joe, and finally Miley out of the album, and put them in a pile.
She grabbed the bottle. She poured it over the pictures taking in the scent.
Kerosene. Highly flammable, combustable. Anyway you put it, if it gets near heat, it'll burn.
Just like Joe.
She grabbed her cigarette lighter and then picked up the one of Joe. She pulled the trigger on the lighter and dropped the picture quickly on top of the others as they burst into a wild flame.
After the pictures had burnt to an ash, Lily grabbed a bucket of water to put out the rest of the flames and smiled at her work.
That was all Joe Jonas was.
A dead, burnt memory.