Organic Compositions (Disscontnued)

Phase 1

"BEEP!"

"Ugh." I groaned

"BEEP!" He repeated.

"Okay, I'm up! You can stop now!"

"Ha, you're so easy to annoy, but hard to wake up, Quinten," said Flynn.

"At least I don't snore all night long," I joked, but he did have a massive snore for a seventeen year old.

"Come on man... you know that I can't control it. I would if I could," he said defensively. "If I didn't have this snoring problem, maybe I would get a girlfriend." he laughed.

We always joked about that, because if you were a girl, you wouldn't touch us with a twelve foot pole. That is, every girl except Waverly. She was the only one who actually liked rejects like us. Yes, we were the guys who were Not liked much and don't like many people, but we kind of like it that way because we are the smart-alecs. We are very choosy on who we are friends with. Besides, most of the kids at our school are brain dead, ignorant, little twerps.

Waverly did not fit that picture. She did have friends that we would classify as that, but she herself was a nice, approachable, and caring person. When almost no one was on your side, it was nice to have some moral support from time to time. Flynn wasn't really the touchy-feely kind of guy, and truth be told, neither was I.

Me and Flynn had been friends ever since the first day of High School. We were put into a "get to know each other" group and immediately clicked. We both enjoyed outdoors things, cool facts and figures, and, obviously because we are guys, video games. His parents were rich but you wouldn't be able to guess that if you saw him. He was a very humble down to earth guy. He never really flaunted his wealth but if I was in a jam he would "loan" me some cash. We don't do loans like a bank does. Call it more of a "For the next time I'm in a jam" payment. I did have a job but normally I don't work during the school year and stockpile my cash that I earn from the summer jobs I work.

I was rudely awakened because Flynn, some other good friends, and I had planned a swimming hang out party thing to celebrate the last five days until school started again. I remembered that morning clearly. I remembered Flynn and his black hair combed over to the left, his eyes happy and excited.

Anyways we were packing the last of our stuff at his house when out of the blue Flynn spoke.

"Hey, last minute decision, do I wear the orange-and-blue swim trunks," and held up a blue swimsuit with a orange line going across it, "or the phoenix one?" It was a phoenix with flames everywhere. It was pretty cool, so I said,

"The orange-and-blue one."

"Okay the phoenix it is."

Okay, you see, we have this little joke between us where I had asked him whether I should wear a tux or some regular clothes for a party he had invited me to. He responded with "Regular clothes of course." Which was sarcasm, but I didn't pick it up. He had invited me to a formal play that his older sister was in. So I looked like I was lost in the crowd. He felt really bad but it was hard to tell with him and his family all giggling.

So now, when there was a decision, we say the opposite of what we meant, as we did with the whole swim trunks thing. Silly, I know, but it stuck. While Flynn was putting on the trunks there was a knock on the door.

"Hey! Can I come in or are you guys in the nude?"

It was Waverly. Flynn wasn't done putting on his trunks so I hastily replied,

"Only if you want to see Flynn in a new light!"

"Oh Gosh no."

We both laughed while Flynn rushed to get some clothes on.