(Your Pete Kowalski !!)

After passing by one of the trash cans, a bright orange bottle was clear as day. Seeing this caused you to stop and look at it. It was full, which you picked it up before looking at the label, having an idea of who this belonged to.

'Gary Smith'

Of course, it was Gary's. He often threw his meds away.

Gary was sitting on the steps to the school. His eyes were watching everyone, as if everyone was against him. Though these thoughts shut down once he saw you sit down beside him.

"What?" Gary shot out in an angry but paranoid tone. That was before he cleared his throat, and his whole personality seemed to shift, "... What is it, friend?"

"I found your pills," You said as you held up the small orange container. That was when you asked him, "You know you gotta take them... right?"

The corner of Gary's eye twitched, yet hus fake personality stayed firm. Abruptly, he stood up, trying not to give himself away. "Geniuses don't need medication!" He stated, almost as if his words should've been taken as fact.