Organic Compositions (Disscontnued)

Phase 7

So Mito's Brews was a science themed cafe. It had been awhile since I had been there. The reason being that Flynn and I usually had other plans. So I was curious if they had changed at all. I messaged Flynn that I would have to cancel on our plans. He was bummed but said that whatever I was doing I better have fun. I planned on it.

While driving, I didn't pay much attention to the road in all honesty. I was still flabbergasted that she had asked me to come. I was so entranced by the thought that I nearly ran a red light, twice!

I got there without being pulled over or crashing. It looked pretty much the same. It was just a building on the corner of an intersection, and was two stories high, but only the first story was used for the actual cafe. All the windows were covered by stickers that read "Mito's Brews... The Powerhouse of The Town".

I parked in the parking lot and took a moment to check my hair. Stupid, I know, but that's who I was back then. Anyways I walked over to the entrance. It had one of those rotating doors but I took the normal one next to it. As I walked in the howling of the wind was replaced by some techno rock music.

I looked around for Waverly. It took a moment, but I found her sitting in a booth near the back sipping some hot cocoa. I walked on over and took a seat. She must have been startled because she jumped when I sat down.

"Oh... Quinten, I didn't see you there," She said a bit flustered. "How are you so tall yet so sneaky?" She asked. It was weird, I was considered really tall by most yet I had the uncanny ability to just "appear" in front of people.

"I don't know," I said. "How can you be so pretty and so hard to find?" She giggled at that.

"Oh... here's your lemonade," She handed me a glass "I wasn't sure if you liked it sweetened or not," She pushed some sugar packets towards me. I picked up two and proceeded to pour them into my lemonade. Waverly was looking at me the whole time, it was a bit odd for me. I took a long sip and looked around.

"So...," I said nonchalantly. "This place hasn't changed much," It looked just about the same as it had before. Wood and tin panels running along the walls that didn't have windows. The ordering place did change a bit, they now had three stations instead of one.

"Yeah it is pretty much the same," She laughed half-heartedly. "Quinten can I ask you something?"

"Sure, fire away," I said a little nervously. She took her time to figure out what to say.

"Would you consider me your friend still?" I was taken aback. I had been wondering if she hated me! So her thinking that I didn't like her anymore surprised me.

"What do you mean?" I said confused. She took a sharp inhale.

"Do you still think of me as a friend?" she asked nervously. I took a moment to figure out what to say. I took a deep breath and put my elbows on the table, my hands clasped.

"Waverley, I don't consider you my friend anymore," I said and she look at her hands clutching her drink, about to cry. "I think of you... I think of you as my heart's desire, my alter ego, the one I have been looking for," I looked down embarrassed. She looked up with tears in her eyes.

"Thank you Quinten, I have a lot of friends but you have alway been someone I could be myself with, and I feel the same way," I was stunned. She felt the same way?

"You do?" She blushed.

"Yes," she turned her head in embarrassment. There was a moment of silence. She turned back around "Do you think we could, you know, um..."

"I would like that," I interrupted. "I would like to date you Waverley." It was like a tension between us had just shattered.

"Really?" She asked.

"Why would I lie to someone so pretty and nice," I replied. Those words would never change for me. Even at that moment I felt as if I had finally done something worthwhile. I had always wanted to care for someone instead of being the one being cared about. At that moment even if she had said that she did not feel the same I would still care about her, that would never change. It still hasn't. She was about to reply but then her phone buzzed.

"Crap, I gotta go," she got up. " Thanks for the ah... Talk, oh and don't worry about the lemonade, it's paid for," with that we stood up. She came up to me and hugged me. At the first I didn't know how to react but then I did what came naturally, I hugged back. She left to go to her car and it took everything I had to not ask her to stay.

I sat back down at the booth laid down my head on the table. I couldn't believe that just happened. I pinched myself, hard. It was real. I don't know how long I sat there for. In fact I sat there so long one of the workers came over and asked if I was ok.

"Oh... Sorry, yes I'm fine," I said staring out into space. "Just fine,"

"Ah I get it," the employee said "well I won't spoil the mood, but the place is closing in an hour,". I sat there and did the math. Mito's Brews closed at 9 and I had gotten there at 6. I had sat there after our conversation a whole 2 hours.

After that revelation I got up and threw away my cup, which had been empty after the first hour. I waked out over out to my jeep. I was walking on cloud nine. I had never, never been so happy. If gravity was slightly less I could start lifting off.

I got into my car and took the slow road back to my house. I took that time to think. I thought about if I should tell anyone, or how things were gonna change. I put those thoughts off and just relished in the feeling of pure bliss and the thought dawned on me. I have a girlfriend, and it's Waverly nonetheless. Something I never could had of fathomed. I couldn't wait to see her again. Things were looking up at home too, or they seamed to be at the time.

When I got home the broken windows had finally bean repaired, and to my surprise my father was sitting outside, in the snow, on a chair. When he saw me coming he got up and started walking towards me. I parked in my spot and got out. My happiness replaced my confusion.

He looked different. His normally messy hair was now comed and cut. The ragged cloths that were his clothes were replaced by a crisp clean shirt and jeans. The frown that grazed his face for so long was now only a small divot in a smile.

I started to talk towards him thinking, what's going on? We stopped 5 feet apart from each other and just stood there. I could see our breaths out in the cold air. We just stood there. Old acquaintances meeting again for the first time. Everything stood still except for us. The silence was broken with tears.

My father who had gone from my best and only friend to a recursive, deranged, and broken man started to cry. His hands shook and he tried to speak but his voice was drowned by his tears. I didn't react, I kept a stern face and waited for him to spill it.

"F...F-forgive me," his hands went up to meet his tears. These were the first full words I had heard from him in 3 years. His shoulders slumped over and he emptied his eyes into his hands. He wiped his eyes and tried to start again. "Forgive me Quinten, It must be hard living without a father,". I was truly surprised. I would had never guessed he felt that way. " I don't know how you could ever forgive me,"

Now I truly didn't know what to say. He broke down again. "I just never thought about how it would be affecting you," he continued to cry.

I took a moment to figure out how I should respond. Even though he had put me through so much, for some reason I still cared about him. I still remembered the kind and gentle man he once was and I also remember the hope I had that one day that that man would come back to me. Those memories came flooding back to me. I was overwhelmed with emotion.

"I-I'm sorry too," I said "I should have been there for you,". I too began to cry. I walked over to him and gave him a hug. We stood there in the snow weeping.

"How bout we go out,and eat our worries away," he said still crying. We walked over to my jeep and only separated when we got into the vehicle. We drove out now laughing on how weird we looked. Today had been great, everything I could have wanted.

Life was good at that moment, too good.