Frick!

Prologue

" OHMIGOD. I FEEL LIKE IM IN HEAVEN. HOLY FRICK! MORE! I WANT MORE, JARED!"

"CALLIE, STOP! PLEASE! PEOPLE ARE LOOKING AT US WEIRD! IF YOU WANT MORE FRO-YO, YOU CAN GO GET IT YOURSELF!"

My best friend, Jared, and I are currently seated inside of our favorite frozen yogurt shop, Alfie's. I was just enjoying my usual, Coconut Blaze, when Jare started using his angry whisper voice to reprimand me. Can't a girl eat her fro-yo in peace?

" There are only like, six people here besides us, and two of them are babies. If you're that uncomfortable, then we can just leave. No need to get your panties in a twist. My goal for today is to keep all the panties untwisted," I said in a cheery voice.

" OH, LOOK AT ME! IM CALLIE, THE NEXT MISS AMERICA, AND I BELIEVE THAT WE CAN ACHIEVE WORLD PEACE IF WE ALL JUST KEEP OUR PANTIES UNTWISTED!!!" Jared said mockingly.

" Nice try, Jare-Bear. Nothing's going to bring me down today. It's our last day before we have to start school. The birds are chirping. The sky looks beautiful. I'm on Cloud Nine. Higher than Aunt Caroline after the first twenty minutes of Thanksgiving dinner, and I'm going to enjoy this high while it lasts. Speaking of Aunt Carol, if you keep frowning like that; You're going to get just as wrinkly as she is."

" First of all, I've been telling you to stop calling me that for the last six years. Seriously? You couldn't have been just a little more creative? Or at least made it sound a little more manly? Second, I highly doubt that I'll be getting any wrinkles before the age of 70. I am on a very intensive skin care regimen."

" Alright, Manly Man who just happens to indulge in an extensive skin care routine, Let me just go get a little bit more Coconut Blaze before we leave. I'll be right back."

I got up and as I was turning the corner to get to the other side of the shop, where the self serve machines were located, I found myself tripping and bumping into something. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in a pile of cold condensed liquid, while one of the ice cream dispensing machines was malfunctioning and spraying fro yo everywhere.

I looked around and ended up screaming when I saw what appeared to be a dead body next me, lying in a puddle of yogurt instead of blood. As it turned out, the thing I had bumped into hadn't been a thing, but a person, and by pushing him, I must've triggered the machines on accident.

Even with the massive amounts of ice cream covering his face, anyone could see that this guy was attractive. He looked to be around my age. The guy was the definition of what some people would call 'bæ material'.

After about a minute and a half of ogling, I realized that there was still a possibility that Mr. No Name was dead. Or maybe just deeply unconscious. I checked for a pulse, and found that his heart was still beating. Phew! That's a relief. He's actually not a decomposing corpse.

You'd think that everything would be alright after that. The guy was still alive, so that meant I wouldn't go to jail for accidental manslaughter. Everything would peachy keen; I could just apologize to the guy after he woke up, leave the shop with a clean conscience, and live the rest of my life in LaLa Land with the unicorns.

You, my friend, are totally wrong if you actually thought that everything would be ok after this. 1. The machine was still spiraling out of control & 2. This would mark the day that I met Michael Lockwood. And you bet your lucky nugget that my life would change after this. For better? For worse? That's for me to know, and for you to find out.