Depressed?

"Olly? A friend of yours is here to see you!" Paula, the housekeeper called from downstairs.

The only friend Oliver could think of was Amanda but a part of him was certain it wasn't her. A friend? With scrunched nose, he walked down the stairs to the living room and was very surprised to see Liam standing there, dressed in his complete uniform with his helmet in hand.

Oh Shit!

He was no friend with Liam Adley!

"Good morning." Liam raised his hand awkwardly while Oliver continued to look at him.

"You can join us for breakfast if you haven't had—" Paula was interrupted when Oliver walked past her, gave Liam a sharp glare and said, "Follow me."

The two left the house for outside. By outside, it didn't mean they were in the front of his house but the side of the house, away from any eyes.

"What are you doing here?" Oliver whisper-yelled. Looking obviously uncomfortable with his eyes darting around.

Liam could not understand what was going on with him. "I brought your helmet." He said calmly. For an awfully weird reason, he was always calm with this guy. Yes, he was respectful to people, but he wasn't perfect. He was a typical jock who felt good about himself, didn't care much about other people and he was hot tempered. He was trying to change lately for his parents but he was still Liam Adley. Still, he couldn't just yell at this boy. He had unconsciously spent the entire night thinking about what could probably be wrong with Oliver. Maybe he had been wrong and Oliver wasn't rude or arrogant like he had thought? So what was the boy going through?

Yeaterday evening, he had followed Cindy to the study inside the house. Her family had chosen that particular room because they wanted her to at least get to see the sunlight since she wouldn't go out to see it.

"Can you hear that?" Cindy had asked him when they entered inside.

"What?"

"He is doing it again. Listen carefully." Cindy pointed at the closed window.

Liam didn't know what she was talking about but he tried to pay attention to whatever she expected him to listen to and he heard the faint sound of a piano.

Out of curiosity, he opened the curtain but only a side of it. The sight has since troubled him. It had reminded him of a middle school classmate who had killed himself because he was depressed.

Was Oliver depressed?

He returned to his senses when Oliver snatched his helmet from his hand.

"Please, don't ever come here again." Oliver's voice was hard but eyes were pleading. He looked sideways carefully before dashing back into the house.

What was wrong? Seriously.

As Liam drove his bicycle out of the estate, Oliver drove past him on his bike without stopping. Since the journey to school was quite longer while riding his bicycle, he had made the preparation of leaving his bicycle in a shop near the closest bus stop where he would take a bus to school.

As soon as he found a seat on the bus, he called his mother.

"I am fine mum. I enjoy living with Cindy." He assured her for the umpteenth time. "Where is aunt?"

"She went to make breakfast. The food here sucks."

He chuckled sadly. "You are going to be fine soon."

"I will. What about you? You don't sound too good. Girl problem?" She teased.

He was taken aback, "What? Of course not!" And how did she know? Was it already affecting his entire mood?

"Then what is wrong? You haven't been sounding too good since yesterday."

He sighed deeply. He didn't even know what to say to her.

"Just know you can talk to me anytime. And there is nothing a good food cannot fix." She said lightly causing him to laugh.

"Thanks mum. I'll call you after school."

"Sure. I love you Larva."

"I have told you to stop calling me that!" He said through his teeth.

His mother only laughed and hung up.