"Popsicle, popsicles!" I shouted inside the car as Princess drove to the club. My voice echoed off the windshield, sharp and demanding. I shifted restlessly in the leather seat, the hum of the engine doing nothing to soothe the sudden, icy craving blooming in the back of my throat. I wanted that specific, sugary coldness, and I wanted it before the car hit the next red light.
"There are popsicles in the club, when we get there, you will eat as much as you want.." Princess said. She kept her eyes locked on the road, her hands steady on the steering wheel, but I could see the slight tightening of her jaw. She was trying to be the voice of reason, but reason was the last thing on my mind right now.
