Organic Compositions (Disscontnued)

Phase 8

Me and my father went over to the restaurant we had gone to when I was a kid. Draven's Burger Shop. It was a small, homey, family restaurant. We had stopped crying and cleaned off our eyes so we didn't look like we were crying all night. We got there and one of the waiters knew us.

"Hay! Why isn't it Quinten and Jonathan, Long time no see," She said perky as ever.

"You still work here Jenna? How has business been?" My father asked while she sat us down at a booth.

"Eh, recently a bit slow for my tastes," she said. She then picked a pad of paper. "So what do you guys want to start off with?"

"Well I will have a lemonade," I said.

"And a water for me," my father requested.

"Coming right up!" Jenna said as she scribbled it down on her pad and walked over to get our drinks. She also left us some menus.

The place was really homey as far as I was concerned. It wasn't big, it was modest with dacore. It had cyan walls with red and white booths. The walls had little knick knacks on them that must have had a stories behind them all. I still enjoyed looking around at all of them like I was six again. My father was also looking around nostalgically. While we looked around our eyes met and we grinded.

"It had been a long time since we 'ate our worries away'," He said we both laughed at that. It felt good.

"Shue has been, looks pretty much the same," I observed.

"So," he began. "How has school been going?". I truthfully wasn't doing that good but I didn't want to spoil the mood.

"Good, most of my classes are really simple," another lie.

"So who are you hanging out with these days?" It felt like that came out of left field but then again we haven't really talked few years.

"The main two are a guy named Flynn and a girl named Waverly," his ears perked up when he heard me say "girl". I regretted saying at as I said it.

"A girl eh...?" he said smirking.

"Hay! She is just a friend, nothing more," at that moment I remembered the hug and the conversation. So maybe we weren't "just friends" anymore but he didn't need to know that.

"Whatever you say," he said still smiling ear to ear. At that moment Jenna walked over with our drinks.

"Ok thats a water and a lemonade, so what you haven tonight?"

"Dad you pick, I am just gonna have a cinnamon roll I ate a little before now," I hadn't, but I just wasn't that hungry at the time.

"In that case I will have a grilled cheese sandwich with bacon and fries," that's what he always got and it felt nostalgic.

"Ok, a cinnamon and a grilled with bacon," she mumbled. We passed her our menus. "I will be out with that soon,"

"Thank you mam," my father said politely.

"Why your very welcome," she said as she walked away. We both took a sipp of our drinks. My Lemonade was a bit tart so I put some sugar in it, two packets, as per usual.

"So where have you bean going every wendsay night?" my dad asked.

"Me and my friend Flynn go out and shoot trap," I answered.

"Shooting really?" he said intrigued.

"Yea, we go out to Jamerson and rent 12 gauges,"

"Well I gotta come with you guys one of these days, I used to do the very same thing with my old pals," He replayed remmanissing. "I still have my 12 gauges somewhere in my locker,"