Organic Compositions (Disscontnued)

Phase 10

 I stood there for the first time supporting her. Supporting Waverly. It was different being the one who is supporting someone else instead of being supported. I was holding on to her with my chin on her head. I felt her body shaking as she cried. Most of her weight was on me, and it felt oddly nice to slowly rock her from side to side till she felt better.

"Waverly, it's ok. You can trust me," I said, trying to calm her, "Whatever this is, we will get through it together." As I finished, she slowly stood up. She looked at me with her beautiful, gray eyes filled with tears. She spoke with a wavering voice,

"Thank you." She put her head against my chest and started crying again.

After some time, we were finally able to go back inside. Fortunately, Waverly never wore make-up, so she didn't have smeared eyeliner. She gave me a quiet thank you and a kiss on the cheek. I watched as she walked away, feeling like part of me was leaving.

The rest of the day I was constantly thinking of Waverly. I didn't ask what the pills were or why she was taking them, but I couldn't come up with a reason why she needed them. It bothered me immensely.

I personally didn't like the idea of drugs. It felt like cheating. I had a firm belief in getting over things on my own, so I could become stronger. I feelt pills made the body act abnormal and create synthetic results, so I thought it was better to deal with it as much as you could without meds. Well, that's how it worked back then, back when I could choose.

I didn't know if Waverly worked like that, but it did seem to be how she thought. Even thinking about that made me even more worried. If she had to take pills regularly for something, then it must've been really bad.

I got to class still really worried but, I was happy to see Flynn's smiling face.

"So you going to tell me, what? made you cancel movie night?" he joked. He must had seen my expression.

"You'll know soon enough."

"Ah come on man, what happened? Was it your dad again?"

"No nothing like that, just trust me that I will tell you latter."

"Fine man, just remember you still owe me a CC," he reminded me.

"I'll get it to you, eventually." after that it was our usual smart mouth remarks. The class helped me temporarily forget about the pills. Lindesy was sick that day so I didn't see her. Which I was a little bummed about.

Anyway, I finished my classes and ran to the place where Waverly and me always met. To my surprise, she wasn't there. Instead, Omarr was in her place, looking right at me with an unhappy expression. He had a note in his hand. I walked over and asked him,

"Hey, Omarr, have you seen Waverly around? I really need to talk to her." He held up the note, replying,

"I have no clue where Waverly is, but she left me with this note and instructions to give it to you." I grabbed the note, but he didn't let go at first.

"Quinten," he started.

"Yes?"

"She looked very upset. I know you well, but tread carefully." Omarr let go of the letter and waked off. I was a little unsettled, but that wasn't new. I walked over to a bench and prepared for the worst.

I opened the letter. It was clearly from Waverly, clean and well written. It read:

"Dear Quinten, Thank you for being there when you were. Had you not had been there, I might have taken too many pills. I'm not sure what would have happened, and I don't want to know. Anyway, I'm sorry I had to tell you this in a note but I just didn't want to break down in front of everyone. Please meet me at Mito's Brews.