The Adventures of Skittles

Chapter 4 - The Best Friend Chronicles

Obviously, this Chapter has nothing to do with Skittles but it has something to do with her best friend - Charlie Morgan and who she's meeting.

This will give you a preview of who she is, actually is, besides what Skittles think.

Okay, this involves Skittles at some point because, just read on to find out.

PS: This will be in Charlie's POV.

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Chapter 4 - The Best Friend Chronicles

After Skit hung up, I immediately regretted not making the conversation last longer. I know that I should but I didn't and now, I'm paying the consequences for my idiotic moves.

"If only you worked harder then we would've the money to send her to college!"

That was my Mom.

"I work hard, Linda! I do! But the thing is, you were too busy being luxurious, buying things that you don't need! If only you saved the money that I gave you!"

And that my dear friends is my Dad.

You see, this is an everyday occurrence. They fight. They always fight and then have angry sex afterwards, cursing each other. It's a cycle, everyday I have to bear with their shit. That's why I learned to tune them out but this time, I wasn't able to do that. Wanna know why?

Because it's my future that they're talking about.

Future.

Honestly, that's the only thing that keeps me going. You can throw insults my way, judge me for who I am and what my family is made of but don't you dare tell me that I have no future or that I won't be able to have one because I will lunge at you.

Literally.

My dream of becoming a lawyer is the thing that gives me the drive to work harder and pursue higher grades. It's my ticket out of this town. I balance working at the café 2 blocks from school and studying. I had to be ready if I want out. I need my pockets to be full and my brain to be smarter.

The yelling died down which made me frown. They're done arguing? I stood from my bed, out of my room and creeped on my parents. I saw my Mom sitting on the couch, her head placed in her hands while Dad sat beside her, rubbing small circles at her back as she sobbed.

"She won't be able to study, Marcus. She'll hate us. You know that that's the only thing that she wants, right? To go to college in order for her to get out of this town." She said in between sobs.

I never told my parents that. Never. So how come she knows?

"I know. She already hates us, Linda. She hates us because we argue a lot. And now, she'll hate us even more." My Father said after releasing a breathy chuckle.

I closed my eyes as I sighed. I walked upstairs, took my jacket, and then opened my window.

I have to get out of here.

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A beach? Seriously, Charlie? A beach? Can you get even more cliché?

And I always wonder why I tell my subconscious to shut the fuck up. I took a deep breath before removing my slippers and walking in the sand. Okay, I admit that got a little bit cliché but who gives a fuck? None. I went to the part where the sand is closest to the water and sat there while looking up at the stars.

You know that feeling where you know you're thinking about something but you don't exactly know what you're thinking? Yeah. I feel that right now. That's where Skit and I are the same. We sometimes think lots of things at the same time and then our brain goes to overdrive and then suddenly, we don't know what we're thinking.

We're weird. I know.

But speaking of Skit...

Did she tell you what she thinks of me? Probably. And maybe you think that I'm not exactly what she thinks I am. And maybe, just maybe, it's true. Skit doesn't know what happens inside our house - or between my parents. Every time that she's sleeping over, my parents don't fight so technically speaking, Skittles thinks that my life is like hers. Very jolly. I never told her about my parents and she never asks because she thinks that everything's fine. And I honestly want to keep it that way.

"Stargazing helps a person think."

I turned my head to the side and saw Valentino Gerard walking my way. I smiled at him. "Yeah, it does." I said as he sat down beside me. "I hope I'm not intruding." He had a small smile when he said that which kind of shocked me. I expected him to be more like Jason, always smirking and being smug but he's not. He's different. "No. It's nice to talk to a stranger." I said "Every once in a while." I added when he gave me a look of amusement.

"In a small town like ours, I believe that I'm no stranger to you. You know my name, who my family is and our status in this town." I should've been offended by his lack of sensitivity in this situation but I wasn't because he was right. I smiled before shaking my head. "Okay but what I meant was we don't know each other personally." Was my reply. "Make sure to be specific the next time you talk to a stranger." He joked making me laugh.

"So, where's Jason?" I asked after sobering up. His eyes harden at my question. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. "You're one of those girls." He stated. One of those girls? "Oh-kay...?" I trailed off "I didn't realize that you'd be offended if I ask where your best friend was, I mean, you guys are practically joined by the hip so I was curious as to where he is." I explained "As of the moment." I quickly added.

His eyes softened before chuckling. "Yeah, well, he's probably in a party, crashing it to keep his bad boy ways, seeing as he is one." He playfully said. "You talk like a prince, do you know that?" I noted "Oh?" He asked making me point at him while saying "That!" I gave him a what-the-fuck look before continuing. "Why do you talk like an old fashioned prince? I mean, dude, it's like the 21st century and you talk like you live in the 1800s." I exclaimed. "I was taught that way, Ms. Morgan." He said with a knowing smile.

Ms. Morgan? He knows my name?

"You know who I am." It wasn't a question, it was a statement that sounded like one. "Of course. It's a small town, after all." He said before standing up and dusting his jeans. "I have to go. See you later, milady." He said before leaving me in the sand, gaping at him. Why?

Because he winked.

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And that's how Charlie Morgan met Valentino Gerard. Hahaha!

And yes, this has to do with Skittles. It will make sense next chapter.

J.