AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hey guys! It's a new story! Sort of, but not really. If you read 'Since You Came Along' before I took it down, you'd recognize this character! But I changed the story almost completely, and I hope you enjoy. I had a hard time writing from two Candy's point of views, and realized that the story would only go down from there if I couldn't keep up with it. I totally apologize for those who liked the way it was before. For those who haven't even heard of my old story, that's fine because it's here! But let's just focus on one Candy at a time, okay? Alright I'm wasting your time. Enjoy!

Prologue

When I broke it to my friends that I was moving, I really expected more. Really. It was all over the movies; the best friends sobbing and hugging and buying whoever was leaving big gifts. Why didn't I get that? Where was the poster, signed by everyone that was going to miss me? The balloons? Flowers? Anything? From my group that consisted of five other girls, only two really cared.

I thought of the events of the summer that led to me moving away along with my twin sister Bridgette.

"H-How long?" my mom's voice shook.

"Ever since…" it was my dad. Bridgette and I both had our ears pressed against the door of my room, listening carefully.

"Say it." My mom spat. "Just say when."

"Two years ago." Dad sighed. "I swear, I was going to break it off with her, but things got out of hand and—"

"Things got 'out of hand'? You think things 'got out hand' because two years ago, you lost your job? You could've fixed that Greg! You could've done something about it!"

"I know Lana, I know. I'm so sorry, I just—"

"Leave me alone. Please. Just go."

"Lana, please let me talk this out with you."

"What the hell is there to talk about, Greg? For God's sake, get out of my house."

"Let me say goodbye to the girls. Please. Before I go."

There was the shuffling of footsteps, Dad's heavy shoes against the floor. And they were getting louder and louder.

"Oh shit!" Bridgette yelped, shoving me down and using my back as support to jump back into bed.

"Fuck!" I hissed, falling to the floor.

The door swung open, and dad was there. Only when I saw his face, did I start to cry. And that was the last time I had seen my dad ever again.

Beck and Ann stayed with me till morning. We told stories of our memories as kids, growing up by the beach and taking our bikes out to buy the candied apples downtown, or rollerblading by that skate shop where all the cute older boys hung out. When it was time for me to leave, they held me tight and promised to call as much as they could. School would be starting soon. We were supposed to finish high school together, get our diplomas together, and more importantly go to prom together. All this dad-having-another-girl and mom-with-a-midlife-crisis was changing all of that.

I was pissed. But Bridgette was really pissed. Don't get me wrong, I hated that we had to move out to a little town in the middle of nowhere called Wesgrove. Lucky for me, I didn't have a boyfriend I was head over heels with. If I did, I would've felt like I was moving to hell instead, but no, I was beyond that. I was more pissed off at my mother more than ever. On that night that Dad said goodbye to us, she came in and explained the story. I didn't care. Dad had an affair. I knew it. They're marriage was falling apart anyway. The thing that really pissed me off was when Mom told us that we were going to be living alone. Alone. Sure, it sounded like any seventeen year-olds dream. Living all alone with an apartment to yourself and your sister? HELL. YES.

Yeah, uh, no.

What were we? Pets that you could just dump at a shelter? Bridgette was just as mad as I was. Mom told us how she was going to be depositing money in our bank accounts and gave us a long lecture on how to manage money. Bills would be mailed straight to her. Credit cards were for emergency only. Lights do not mix with darks in the laundry. Auntie will be checking in, she lives only a couple of minutes out of town. Skye, please don't forget to turn off the lights at night? Bridge, don't let your sister abuse the wi-fi? All of this, we faced in one summer. I felt like killing myself.

The drive to Wesgrove was uneventful, and we were being driven by a woman I barely knew anymore. Instead of the quaint, conservative mom I grew up to know, in the driver's seat was a middle-aged, slimmed down and caked with make-up woman ready to live the life she "always wanted to before she married". Hugs and kisses were exchanged but no tears were shed. Promises meant to be broken (Calling every night? Psh, yeah right;) were still vowed in. Why me? My life sucked back here in California, but now, with no friends, no one at all but an Aunt and a twin sister that didn't even look like me to hang on to, I was positive that I was walking straight into a mess.

Soooo what did you guys think? I'm sorry again for taking down my old story! But I feel like this way, I got to show Skye in a way more personal level? I don't know if you guys felt that, but I hope so! Okay, enough of that. I absolutely love getting reviews! So yeah, that box down there is just waiting for you... xoxo lostconcoctions