Spitfire

One Of A Kind

"Beau!" Spitfire laughs.

Beau smirks, " I didn't even recognize you and Steven... Why were you at the hospital anyway?"

" Long story, turns out I'm a diabetic, actually I passed out and when I woke I was in the hospital," Spitfire tells the story, "Oh and it's Scott," he adds.

Beau listens, " damn... I'm sure sorry bout that," he frowns, " so you're going to have to watch what you are eating? And all that?"

Spitfire nods, " ahhh huh ... I'm going to have to shove a needle into my stomach every week also,"

Beau shakes his head, " that's sure awful... I'm sorry,"

Spitfire shrugs, " it is what it is... Hey?" He asks, " I thought you worked at the gas station?"

Beau nods, " I did, but they decided that they can't pay me, so I told them I can't work for them... There missing out on a hard worker," he says

" So now you're the taxi driver?" Spitfire chuckles.

" Yeah, actually... But I completely forget to ask where we are even going, I've been doing circles around town hall for the past," he looks at his watch, " for the past five minutes,"

Spitfire smiles, " don't worry about it, I'm not looking forward to heading home anyways,"

Beau frowns,

with a shrug, " can I ask why?"

Spitfire shook his head, " I'm actually not comfortable talking about it,"

Beau pulls over to the park, " my lunch break...

Wanna stay and chat?

Or do you seriously want to get back?"

" I'll wait for you,

I'm in no hurry to be honest," Spitfire nods taking a seat on a quiet bench by a crab apple tree that was in full bloom.

Beau grins,

taking a seat next to him,

" so... Tell me about yourself?" He asks, looking at Spitfire.

Spitfire smiles bashfully, " I'm boring,"

Beau shakes his head, " Nah, that can't be...

Actually, I was told by someone your dad is Adam Lambert?"

Spitfire yeses, " yeah, actually, I'm his adoptive son,

I was abandoned at birth,

and he found me stranded,"

" That's amazing," beau says shocked,

" I mean, you being abandoned isn't amazing,

but just the thought," he says honestly.

Spitfire grabs some leaves from the tree, " yeah, guess I'm pretty lucky?"

Beau smiles, " I'd think so,

things could have been worse,

I mean, you could have grown up in a children's home."

" True, I guess, I should be more thankful for the things I have," Spitfire adds, following the fine, thin lines on the back of the leaf.

Beau watched, cracking a small smile watching Spitfire mess around with a simple leaf,

beau continues his eyes scanning Spitfire sitting beside him,