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Ohio, 1992 8 years old
"Bikes bikes bikes. Blue bikes, red bikes, blank bikes, bright bikes, fright bikes.." Y/n was one of the popular kids on the block, but only because of the number of bikes she had.
Her parents were wealthy, owning three of the five factories in the small town. And all of the kids happened to gravitate to bikes at the tender age of eleven. Though, the subconscious relation of 'cool bikes' would later translate to cool cars once they reached fifteen, sixteen. But eight-year-olds didn't care about cool cars at that moment.
"Hey, Y/n!" A kid called and she raised her head, hands held tightly to her new platinum blue bike. "Wanna come to my birthday party tonight? We're gonna have cake and ice cream!"
Y/n hummed while peddling in the street in tight, repeated circles. "I have to ask my mom. Joseph, Cindy, and Chris also asked if I can come to the house. That's too much ice cream and cake!" The kid frowned but Y/n was already peddling off with a wide smile and a chuckle at her own words.
Too much ice cream and cake? There'snever too much ice cream and cake! But deep down, she just didn't want to go to another party. That's all the kids ever wanted to do and Y/n was a sociable kid, she liked having fun but it became a hassle to attend everyone's game night and birthday party and pool party and playdates. Sometimes, she just wanted to ride her bike and hear the birds and feel the wind running over her face.
As she rounded the usual bend of the cul-de-sac, her eyes gravitated toward a large living truck in the driveway of the house that was empty for a few weeks now. She didn't know much about the family that lived there prior, they did not have any kids, but her first glance was two little ones sitting on the curb.
Instantly, Y/n pulled her bike in that direction. The man, dawning silver round frames and a floppy haircut. He raised his head at the sound of the bike and squinted slightly when Y/n rode onto their lawn and dropped the bike onto the grass. He glanced at his wife and they both held the same look.
"Hi!" Y/n said, smiling at the adults. "I'm Y/n Y/ln, I live down the street."
The kids stared at her silently and the woman sighed before being the one to step forward. "Hey, kiddo." She said. Y/n noted that her voice was soft and reminded her of a nice glass of milk with cookies. That's how her moms' voice was. "I'm Melissa, this is my husband Alex and our daughters, Natalie and Elena. Come say hi, girls."
