Organic Compositions (Disscontnued)

Phase 4

 I waited for "The Quinten" to die off before I began my objective of making Waverly happy. It took a long time though it was nearly the beginning of Winter before I could go out in the commons without anyone doing it. It felt good being a normal guy again.

It was the end of another boring week and I need to take some time and think really hard about how to make Waverly happy. Now I may be intelligent when it comes to science, history, and even psychology but, as most guys, I was hopeless when it came to girls. So I went to Flynn so that I could get some advice on how to go about making Waverly feel happy. Me and Flynn got in my jeep and started driving over to the burger place that was on the other side of town near his house.

"Okay, Quinten, what is it?" Gosh he knew me well.

"You called it again, man. It's about Waverly,"

"What happened? Is she okay?" I told him about the conversation me and Waverly had in the hall and ended off by saying I just wanted to make her happy. By the time I finished my story, we were at the burger place, so we got out of my Jeep and went in before counting our chat.

"Well," he said scratching his head "You got me there, I don't know how to make her happy, It is weird enough hearing that she was crying,". I understood what he meant, I was shocked as well to see her starting to cry because she was always smiling, always.

"Well this is great," I said throwing up my hands. "How do you cheer up someone who was pretty much always happy but really isn't?"

"You don't," said someone from behind me, "You can't simply 'make' someone happy," It was Omarr. Omarr was a bit strange; he was the same age as Flynn and me, but he seemed to have three times the mind. If monks had hair, he would be one. He always wore khakis with a white t-shirt. He always had a necklace with a metal charm shaped like a wing. "Sorry if your conversation was private... I just enjoy helping other in their struggles. Forgive me if I have intruded," He said pointedly and calmly. I admired Omarr. His overwhelming wisdom for his age was inspiring. He could be in the middle of a war and be calm as if he was at the park, where he often was found.

"No, you're fine Omarr," I said nicely, "in fact I would love your opinion on this, but I do have one question."

"And what would that be?"

"What are you doing at a burger joint?" Now I trying to discriminate but it was well known that he rarely ate meat and when he did it was usually fish or some kind of bird.

"Well," he said with a chuckle "I thought I would broaden my horizons." We invited him to set with us and ordered our food and continued on with our discussion. "So what it the obstacle you are facing? Because I only got the last bits of what you said,"

"Do you want me to tell him Quinten?" Flynn asked politely.

"No I'm fine thanks thought. Well Omarr I assume you know that, for a while, people have been mocking me for my dancing," He sighed.

"Yes, I know very much so, unfortunately. I still do not know what compels people to do such acts," As I said... A monk with hair.

"But that's no longer a problem. Most people are over it."

"Well that's good to hear," He said happily.

"But I think it hurt my friend Waverly a lot," I said sadly.

"How so?"

"Well, to be completely honest she was the reason I started dancing, but it was fun up until I got to school and started getting mocked, She feels bad about making me feel like a joke, and getting hurt,"

"What do you mean? Getting hurt," He asked. Flynn appeared for me.

"Some guy slugged him after he tried to punch him for dancing, Friggin jerk."