This Chapter includes : Mentioning of Meth and using of drugs.
The sound of pots and pans crashing together stirred Spitfire abruptly while he was sleeping.
Spitfire was tired, his head hurt, and so did his body,
his eyes watered as they hit the morning sun.
Beau wanted to be nice and get Spitfire breakfast in bed.
With a rather large smile, Beau opened the bedroom door,
"Morning sunshine... I got you breakfast,"
Spitfire shook his head, "Oh Beau... you are so kind,
how did I ever get so lucky?"
"Well...?" Beau thought about it,
he's never been one for compliments,
"T-thanks, lover,"
Spitfire grins eyeing the plate, although he was sick to his stomach, breakfast did sound amazing, Beau lays the plate of food on Spitfire's nightstand, then walks away.
Spitfire watched Beau walk away, and he slowly grabbed the Advil container, with only five capsules inside, he grasped the bottle emptying the little white pills swallowing all five at once with a drink of coffee.
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3 hours later
Spitfire dried his sweat as he closed the blinds, a new batch of Meth was in the making, and this time he helped Beau produce the drug,
He tiredly fell onto the couch,
he was still waiting for a response from his Uncle, Buddy, but nothing yet.
Beau joined him on the couch " That was a lot of work... but, look on the bright side... we're going to be rich!" He says excitingly to Spitfire.
Spitfire smirks, "Rich.... it sounds amazing,"
Beau nods with a yawn as Spitfire's phone rang... it was Buddy,
Beau nervously asked who it was, as Spitfire answered the phone slowly...
"Hello?"
"Hey, my favorite nephew... I'm sorry I didn't text you back last night... you wanted to meet?" Buddy asked.
Spitfire lights up, "Yes... I want to know more about this family tree... when is good for you to meet me?"
"Oh anytime... how about over dinner?.... I can pick you up, and we can go somewhere?" Buddy answers.
"Sounds good to me... pick me up in about thirty minutes, ok, uncle?" Spitfire ask.
"Sure thing, little buddy... I'll be there!" Buddy says back, "Oh... one more thing, I might need an address."
Spitfire glances at Beau, mouthing that his Uncle needs an address,
Beau shakes his head "No"
grabbing a piece of paper writing down the Simpsons address next door,
he didn't want Spitfire's uncle or family to find out where the two lived, Beau quickly handed the paper to Spitfire, and Spitfire answered Buddy...
"Yes... of course, uhm... it's 225 South Court, Aspen hills park."
Buddy nods, as he writes down the address, the scratching of a pencil you could hear across the phone, "ok!... great, I'll be there in no time."
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Spitfire
Jugendliteratur"Spitfire" is a fictional story, it's based on a character named Spitfire who, indeed messes his life up at a very early age of 20! But his best friend and Future partner save his life in an ever so exhausting survival against the world as we know i...
