Skye was way too into her vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles, she loved it, it was her favorite snack and she had it as much as she could. She was at her favorite ice cream parlor at the Montgomery Mall, seated at her favorite table. The table she always shared with her father when he was alive.
A smile was formed on her pretty face and she looked down at her ice cream cone. Her father would always get vanilla with chocolate sprinkles and she would get rainbow sprinkles. While snacking on the ice cream, they would speak about their days and their dreams.
The reason why Skye loved spending time with her father was because when she was just a little girl, her parents got a divorced, they thought they were in love, they had a baby and they believed the correct thing to do was to get married. After two years or so, they noticed that they weren't happy and they knew the right thing to do was to have a divorce.
Her parents stood friends, almost best friends. It would never be awkward, they would joke around about the old days, bring up old memories with Skye sitting in between them, laughing at their teenage years.
When her father died, it killed her and her mother. Neither would stop crying for days, weeks, months. It was a moment no child should go through, should ever feel. The loss of a parent.
A year and a couple of months later, Skye sat at the same ice cream parlor, enjoying her ice cream and thinking of her father as if he never left the Earth.
Sitting by the window, she looked around and raised an eyebrow when she saw about fifty girls running through the mall, with posters that read, "CARTER I LOVE YOU,", "CARTER, MARRY ME, PLEASE?!?", "HERES' MY NUMBER, CALL ME CARTER!", "I'M YOUR #1 FAN!"
Who the hell was Carter and why was he so loved by these girls? It was the first thing Skye though as she finished her ice cream cone and left the parlor. She made her way through the mall and ended in the parking lot where she had her father's car, a black GMC Yukon Denali. Her mother thought it would be perfect if Skye kept the car and she loved it the minute she had rode in it with her father. She accompanied him to the dealer to take it out and he let her drive on the way back to her house.
A month later, he got killed in a fire. He was one of three firefighters that died at a tragic fire that had started in a house of two floors and ended up taking three houses in a row. It all started with a simple candle.
Skye jumped into the driver's seat, put the key in the ignition and pressed the button so the car could come to life. She rolled the two windows in the front down and turned her stereo on, letting her favorite CD play from track number one. She pulled on her seatbelt and backed out of the parking spot before turning to the left and driving off. Getting out of the parking lot, she was stopped by a redlight and she simply sang to Justin Bieber's, Confident, song, nodding her head as she looked both ways. When the light turned green, she was about to press on the gas pedal but what stopped her was her passenger side's door being pulled open.
A very cute guy with dark brown eyes and messy light brown hair jumped into the seat and slammed the door shut, locking it as he turned to her. "I'm sorry but please drive, drive, drive!" She was speechless as he looked in the rearview mirror. "Oh my God, drive!" She looked into the mirror as well and saw the girls with the posters running for her car.
"Oh God!" she gasped and pressed on the gas pedal, driving straight and making a right turn.
"Don't stop driving, keep driving," he groaned. "Fuck, I'm sorry, keep driving please." She glanced at him with her big crystal blue eyes and nodded, driving at a decent rate. She made it a couple of miles away from the mall and the screaming girls and she knew she had to stop and demand answers. So she entered the amusement park's parking lot and parked far away from the entrance. She turned her car off and turned to look at the guy.
