Life was, to say the least, complicated. Lilly knew that. And hated it. Life is long, complicated, dramatic, and emotional. And then you die. It guaranteed nothing you wanted and practically everything you'll ever hate. It's the world's most drawn out convoluted Shakespearean play. Right at this very moment, Lilly Irvine was on intermission by thinking about nothing, a small blessing of an ability that other women seem to lack, until the unnerving voice of Harriet broke in.

"Are you even listening?" Harriet said demanding an answer. "Have you listened to anything I said?"

"Nope." Lilly answered honestly, refocusing on the human being on her couch adjacent to the love seat she was on. To be honest, Lilly never really listened to anything Harriet had to say. Lilly was this overweight fashionista's psychological chew toy, no real reason to actively listen. "But I'm guessing that it was something to the effect of 'Now tell me, why are you wearing that? I offered to buy you new clothes that MATCH, I mean look at that sad thing you call an outfit, it looks like an elephant -'"

"I thought you said you weren't listening?" Harriet quickly cut Lilly off. That look of scorn on her face made Lilly smile.

"I wasn't. I was hearing you. Not listening to you." Lilly explained leaning back into the cushion.

"UGH!" Harriet threw her arms in the air, like somehow God was involved with this. "Why?WHY do you do this to me?"

"Do this to you?" Lilly asked. "You're the one who wants to put me on a faux reality fashion shows."

"You NEED it." Harriet gestured to Lilly's clothing, her highschool t-shirt and ripped pajama bottoms. "Look at you!"

"I'm at home. Who am I impressing?" Lilly asked getting up and going to the kitchen. "You want something to eat?"

She tuned out of reality again when she heard a faint buzz, which stopped for half a second before repeated itself. She ran back to where she was sitting before and answered her cellphone.

"What car did you break this time?" She asked with a smile. Harriet sneered and leaned against a wall facing Lilly.

"I didn't break it, so much as it cause it to smoke." The voice said on the other end. "Lots of smoke."

The sound of Desmond's voice had the complete opposite reaction of Harriet's; Lilly listened to what he had to say and was happy to do so. He never nagged her, rarely insulted her, and was what most people would call a 'good man'. But right, in Lilly's book, he was the village idiot calling her for help. He did it so often that they were both finding how funny it was.

"Okay, Desmond, what color is the smoke?" Lilly relaxed and started thinking through her car anatomy. She had been putting this knowledge to good use lately as Desmond had been putting many cars out of commission lately.

"Blue. And lots of it. Like James Bond smoke screen thick."

"Get off the road. You spilled oil in the wrong place." She sighed. "You could kill yourself or others with kinda smoke."

"Where is it suppost to be then?" He asked "And who could I possibly kill?"

"First, morons who drive behind you. Second, oil's not suppose to be in the muffler for one thing." She sighed again. "Call someone to come get you. You'll be fine, okay?"

"Okay. Later."

"Later. Don't die."

"I won't."

She tapped the 'End Call' button on her phone and looked up at the Harriet, now leaning against the fridge, peering over her from the tiny apartment kitchen.

"What?" Lilly asked pushing past her.

"Amazing how life works for you two." Harriet's gaze followed her as Lilly gathered ingredients for the night's dinner.

"You want potatoes or turnips with your beef?" Lilly asked pushing Harriet out of the way and opening the fridge.

"Potatoes, duh." Harriet smirked. Lilly picked up the turnips.

There was a long, unnerving silence that was directed at Lilly as she peeled her vegetable. It slowly chipped away at her barriers until she whirled around and looked at Harriet.

"What?" Lilly asked forcefully. "What exactly are you staring at?"

"You, chica." Harriet said. "The girl ignores her own drama."

"There is no drama." Lilly glared. "What exactly are you referring to?"

"You and him." Harriet gestured to Lilly's phone on the table.

"There is no 'me and him'." Lilly glare intensified. "Unless you count two friends, where one is a very smart girl and other a very idiotic guy."

"That's every relationship that has ever happened, summarized." Harriet smiled. "You two just need to start making out to cap it all off."

"We're not making out." Lilly turned back to her vegatables. "Ever."

"But you wish you guys would." Harriet smiled some more. Lilly balled up her fists. "I can see it in your eyes."

"Shut up before I shut you up." Lilly threatened. Her glare made Harriet step back a step.

"Okay, okay." Harriet said, putting her hands up defensibly. "But you two make a cute couple. You're already the girl he runs back to when everything gets real."

"What you're thinking requires him to like me more then Miss Fixit." Lilly sighed. She been doing that a lot lately, she noticed. Her thoughts drifted as she cut up her vegtables and Harriet carried on about a romantic future that wasn't possible it the most romantic of movies.

"-and then he'll be all like, 'I've kissed the ground you walk on! Now marry me!', and you'll be like 'YEAH!', and then-"

There was a knock door that silenced both of them. Lilly wiped her hands clean with a towel and marched toward the door.

"What could be here to bother me some more?" Lilly asked as she pulled open the door to see a middle-aged man standing there, completely at her mercy.

"I...I was told Lilly Irvine could help me." He said quietly

"Depends on who's asking and for what." Lilly said, softening herself up as much as she could.

"I'm in some serious trouble." He pleaded "There was a dead body in my restaurant. This cop said I could bring you on to help find this killer."

"What was the cop's name?" Lilly asked

"John. Umm...John..." He reached for the card and handed it to her. "John Irvine."

Oh, big bro. She thought letting the man into her apartment. It's not even Christmas.