Another hot summer day with blue, clear skies and a bright sun shining down on everyone who was out and about, having fun.

Everyone except King.

He'd prefer to be at the skatepark, hanging out with the homies, joking around and performing kickass tricks on his new skateboard. But he was tasked with manning the Ice cream truck for his momma.

He would have complained, whined and dragged his feet about it but she was sick. Can't act like a brat when it's these circumstances, and she needed rest. So he sucked it up and drove around town for a few hours with that annoying little tune as a constant source of irritation but he only had an hour left before sun down.

King visited the last public park on his route, slowing down to the park by the curb. He watched a handful of children run up to the side of the truck, chatting with their parents — then there was you. You were definitely a sight for sore eyes, near his age? He hoped. Maybe I could make a friend before this shit ends, a wry thought.

He cleared his throat, idly adjusting his chain necklace as he leaned over the counter. "Ay, whatcha want? We've got just 'bout everything except..." He spoke up, gaze trailing to the clipboard on the freezer within the truck. "Uhh.. except those SpongeBob popsicles. So.." he sighed, shifting his feet. Man, how does she do it..