The Adventures of Skittles

Chapter 1 - Why the hell did you name me, Skittles?

Hello guys! This is a short story! Hahaha! I was bored so, yeah. Enjoy!

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Chapter 1 - Why the hell did you name me, Skittles?

I looked at my parents as they sat across from me. We're currently in the dining table - my mom in front of me while my dad on my right, at the head - and I just can't shake this question out of my mind. I don't have to ask this question. I need to. Yeah. See the difference?

"Mom, Dad..." I trailed off making them turn their heads to look at me. I took a breathe before smiling at the both of them.

My Mother is a housewife while my Dad works at the local police station. He's the town's Sheriff.

"Yes, Sweetie?" My Mom asked, looking concerned when I didn't instantly reply. You see, I hate being called sweetie, sweetheart, candy, literally anything that has to do with sweets. I hate it to the bones. "Yeah, could you please call me anything but that. Anything that has to do with sweets." I told my Mom. I heard Dad chuckling from beside me making me glare at him. He really tried his best to cover it with a cough.

"Why, honey? Is it because your name is Skittles?" My Dad asked. I can feel smoke coming from my ears and nose. He did the honey thing on purpose!

Reader: Your name is Skittles? The fuck?

Shut up, brain! Yeah, my brain does have a name and it is reader. You practically know that since the day I was born you fucker. I can almost feel her shaking with laughter. That bitch.

But anyways,

Yeah, I know! Shocker! My name is Skittles! And no, I don't think my parents were high when they named me. I mean, duh, my Dad's the Sheriff. He goes way out just to be a good model citizen.

"Shut up, Dad." I muttered under my breath making him chuckle. "Honey, what's wrong?" I turned to my Mom and gave her a what-actual-fuck look making her giggle. "Okay, fine. I'll stop. What were you gonna say, anyways?" She asked before resuming to eat, once again. "Ask, I was gonna ask." My Mother rolled her eyes "Get on with it." She said. I got my attitude from her.

"Why is my name Skittles?" I asked. Both of my parents smiled as they looked at each other. "Because we were high when we named you." Dad answered as he smirked my way making my Mom snort. I'm sure my face looked disoriented and very much shocked. And then when my dearest Father laughed, I realized that He was probably joking. I scowled at him, my eyes turning to slits before I repeated the question.

"Why the hell did you name me, Skittles?"

My Mom smiled at my annoyed face. "Because that's how your Father proposed." She said before glancing at Dad and taking his hand. "How? Did he managed to place a diamond ring inside a bag of Skittles?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I heard my parents laughing which in return, made me smile. "No, Skit, he proposed in front of your grandparents' house with a Marry Me, Georgia on the grass." I frowned. How did that involved Skittles? "He had those large alphabet shaped containers made and inside those containers were Skittles." She explained. My lips formed an O as I finally began to understand. "The coolest part was each letter had its own color. M had a red one, A had blue, things like that and when I read that, all that I kept thinking was: How the fuck did he separate those colors?"

I laughed. Yeah, how the fuck did my Father do that? He doesn't even have a romantic bone in him. "I don't know, hun. Ask my 25 year old self." He joked as his shoulders shook from laughter. I looked at my parents with a small smile. After being married for almost 20 years, they still look at each other the same way that they did when they first met. How'd I know? Pictures can tell you a lot of things. You could just see it in their eyes as they gazed at each other. I want something like that, someday.