Spitfire watched Beau who was taken over by violence,
his hands tightly gripped onto the pistol pointing in the group's direction.
The front man Bubba put his hands up,
backing away from Beau and frightened Spitfire,
The rest of the group following him slowly, Beau sighs heavily, glancing down to Spitfire, who was watching the gang crawl back to the edge of the street, he spoke...
"Sickos," He shouts, disgusted by their planned actions to Spitfire.
Spitfires chin shuddered as a few tears began to fall, "They could have-" he went to say, but Beau spoke instead...
"They could have, but didn't... that is all that matters,"
Spitfire cleared his tears with his long oversized sleeves,
"Damn it, "Spitfire cries, a few more tears drip off his chin, "you saved me Beau... thank you," he says gratefully.
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The Meeting...
"Got the money?" Beau asks, carrying a large leather briefcase.
A man dressed head to toe in black, with a black fedora hat tipped in front of his eyes, answers... "Yes... show me the shipment first,"
Beau lifts the briefcase onto the table,
his hands on the buckles of the case, ready to open it,
Spitfire stood next to him, he was very shy with new people and shut down a bit in front of the strangers.
"Open it." The mob leader asks, his voice low and raspy.
"Show me the money first." Beau answers.
The Mob leader tossed a bundle of hundred-dollar bills onto the table
you could clearly see the amount of money.
Beau smirks, popping open the briefcase,
tightly wrapped meth in plastic wrap was inside.
The mob leader walked over to the other side of the table which was sitting in a very dark room, examining it thoroughly, "Looks like the shipment is in immaculate shape... I look forward to doing more business with you."
Beau nods, reaching out to grab the money,
he smiles once he grasped it, as the bundle could hardly fit inside of his hold.
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The Next day
"Beau?" Spitfire asks, still curled up in numerous covers, the blankets pulled over his head, and only his eyes peering out of a small crack.
Beau was sound to sleep when Spitfire spoke, driving nearly all night made him tired, it turns out, the two of them didn't have to stay overnight as they thought, so it took him a few minutes to respond, "Yeah?"
He asks, he was turned over his back towards Spitfire.
"Do you love me?" Spitfire asks curiously.
Beau lifted to turn to face Spitfire, "Of course... Why such an interesting question?" he asks, a little concerned.
"No reason, I only needed to hear it, you know what they say... curiosity killed the cat" Spitfire smiles, spatting at Beau's face, pretending to be a kitten.
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Spitfire
Teen Fiction"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...
