"You?" Davy asked sounding shocked.
"I was in college when it started with me. I was failing a few classes so my roommate came up with the idea of taking these pills to help us stay awake. It was just supposed to be one pill for one test. I was addicted for close to five months, Dave."
"Man Peter, what made you quit?"
"My dad found the pills under my bed. That's how I knew where yours were. I know all the tricks. When he found them he nearly hit the roof."
"I can imagine." Davy shivered thinking of his sisters and grandfather.
"After he calmed down, I was amazed by how supportive he was. How supportive they all were. He encouraged me to get help. I did and like you, I did it on my own. I left college for awhile. Then quit all together. I kicked it and so can you." Peter flashed a semi-dimpled grin.
"Looks like we're both clear cases of what pressure can do to you." Davy sighed.
"You'll be okay." Peter patted Davy on the back.
"I hope so." Davy replied rubbing his head.
The next day Peter went downstairs to start breakfast when he seen something that made his heart skip a beat. Davy had put something in his mouth. A pill.
"Spit it out!" Peter yelled.
"But-" Davy started to protest.
"Now!"
Davy handed him the pill. Peter looked at the pill and realized it was an excedrin.
"Sorry Davy! I thought-" "It's okay mate. I don't have anymore pills. I flushed them remember? And even if I did have pills, I wouldn't take one. I'm done." Davy assured.
"I'm still sorry."
Davy simply shrugged and attempted to take the excedrin again when-
"Davy! No, you've come so far!" Mike yelled.
Davy groaned. "I have a headache, and this is an excedrin."
"Oh! Sorry!"
Davy groaned and started to take the pill when Micky yelled at him.
"It's an excedrin!" Davy cried.
"Oh."
"Mates, I said I was done. I'm done okay? I won't ever take speed again." Davy said.
"Okay. We're sorry." Mike sighed.
Davy nodded. "What's for breakfast? I'm starved!"
Micky smiled. "I'm making chili."
"For breakfast?!"
"Yes. I'll let you be the first one to taste it." Micky handed Davy a spoon. He watched eagerly as Davy tasted it.
"Well?" Micky asked.
"Man, I didn't need pills to keep me awake. I should've just ate your cooking!" Davy cried with a cough.
"Whatever! Just for that I don't want to see your grimmy little hands touch it!"
"No problem." Davy coughed.
"I think things are finally back to normal." Peter smiled at Mike.
"Me too." Mike smiled back.
They heard a knock at the door.
"I got it." Peter said.
"How many spices did you put in your chili?" Davy asked.
"Enough." Micky grinned.
"Davy, um Mr.Babbit's here. He uh, wants to know if you'll paint his kitchen again?" Peter warned.
"What?!" Davy cried.
"Yeah you painted his house." Mike said.
"Well?" Peter asked.
"NO!" Davy cried.
"He'll be right over!" Micky yelled.
"Micky!" Davy yelled.
"Oh yeah. Things are definently back to normal!" Peter laughed.
The end.