2016 Edit: I wrote this story with some friends five years ago just for fun. If you somehow manage to find this, you probably shouldn't read it. It's written terribly. I'm keeping it up just for old times' sake.

Jalene sat in her bed, not enjoying the damp day outside. It wasn't the rain that brought her down - it was what the rain reminded her of. She knew she had brought it up herself, as she had been listening to the song that was bringing her down.
"Ich must durch den monsoon, hinter die welt..." she whispered the words to herself, sobbing along throughout the song.
"It's your fault, Skittles. He asked you if you wanted to go and you said you didn't."
"What?" Skittles sat up out of her bed and looked around. "Who was that?" Her eyes trailed around the room until she was eye to eye with her lizard Tila. She got up out of her bed and paced around, "I'm going crazy!"
Jalene's eyes landed on the bag of Skittles on her computer desk. She reached over and grabbed them, falling into temptation. "You keep eating Skittles like that, girl, you're gonna become a Skittle. No wonder people call you Skittles."
"What?" Jalene's head snapped around to Tila again.
Tila, of course, sat their motionless. Jalene went up to the box and pressed the tip of her nose against it. She could see Tila's mouth slightly moving-as if the lizard were laughing at her.
'Komm und rette mich, ich verbrenne innerlic,'Jalene popped up from her squatting position next to the lizards glass box, and picked up her phone that was on the end of her bed.
"Hello?" Jalene said, her voice slightly cracking.
"Skittles," rang through the other end of the phone.
"Sal?" Jalene laid back down on her bed.
"Yeah... How's it going at home?"
"Alright," Jalene lied. "How's tour with the boys going?"
"Fun... Would've been a lot better if you had come, though."
Jalene sighed. "Can we... Not talk about that?"
"It was your choice anyways. Bill-"
Tears welled up in her eyes at the name her friend had mentioned. "I know, I know! He wanted me to come! I don't care! I-I'm over it," Jalene lied to her friend once again.
"Ok, well... I was just telling you, because we're still in America... You can come, Skittles. Bi- everyone misses you."
"I... can't. I have... college apps to do... I'm busy."
"It's summer, Skittles! You've got no school! Forget college, just come with us, please?"Sala cried 'please' again and again, much like a five-year-old wanting candy.
"Wer bist du im Gespräch mit?"Jalene heard the too familiar voice on the other end of the line.
"It's Skittles," replied Sala.
Jalene heard nothing of the other voice again.
"So...no?"Sala asked.
"No," Jalene replied with an unsure voice.
"Alright then... talk to you later Skittles."
"Bye Sal," Jalene hung up the phone and threw it on her dresser. She dove head first into her bed. She shoved earphones in her ears, wanting to get away but holding on at the same time.