Cousin grey was silent on his side.
he was bewildered by the question Spitfire just asked, almost as if it was a 'No' already, He finally spoke... "Honey, you don't have to ask to come home... we all miss you... of course, you can!"
Spitfire chewed on his lip as he tried to take a deep breath in,
His voice was shaky as he answered, "C-can I bring a friend home?"
"Who is this friend?" Cousin Grey asks, "Scott?"
Spitfire nods, as he answered again, "Y-Yes...yes, it is... oh Cousin grey, I missed you, it's been killing me staying away, but I felt I had to... I felt Dad didn't want me around and so I left, and ... and, well, Cousin grey you must Thank Scott for talking me into calling you, I was scared." Spitfire rambled off, Cousin grey listened to every word, answering back...
"Ok, ok, ok..." he smiles, "I'll do that, but the main question is, when are you coming home?'
Spitfire paused, glancing up at Scott, "Uhm...I don't know,
this is happening so quickly; I'd have to pack and.."
"Take your time... if you need any help, I'll be sure to help you... so, will Scott be moving in with you at the same time?" Cousin grey asks.
Spitfire glances up to Scott who was sitting across from him,
he shrugs waiting for Scott to answer back with a yes or a no... Scott arches a brow and says Okay, quietly, back to Spitfire "He says yes..." Spitfire excitingly shouted over the phone.
Cousin Grey squinted his eyes as Spitfires' voice stung his ears, "Great!... I'll clear out a room for you, and find one for Scott also."
Spitfire smiles as he lets Cousin grey finish, and then the both of them maintained their goodbyes to one another, and the phone converts to black.
Spitfire slowly puts his hands over his eyes as he takes a deep breath in, tears started to fall from Spitfires dark eyes, they were happy but beyond they were sad, Spitfire shook his head as Scott watched with no words his light blue eyes sparkling from the sun coming through the window.
"I can't put words to my heart," Spitfire states,
he flicked his eyelashes to Scott.
Scott tipped his head curiously, as he listened.
"I'm happy... but I'm heartbroken, I'm angry and I feel alone... I'm so confused." Spitfire went on, "I just feel so vulnerable right now."
Scott placed his hand on Spitfire's pale fingers, "It's ok... things will get bet-" he went to say, but Spitfire spoke...
"Things don't just get better, you have to live in hell before you can move to heaven... "
Scott nods, "I know."
"Moving home will either break me or make me, but first, I have to be strong enough to walk through those doors." Spitfire cries,
he grabs a napkin to dry his tears.
"You'll be ok... I'll make sure of it," Scott reassures him.
Spitfire closes his eyes,
he was still hurting from his past,
and living with his dad could be a target for disaster.
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Spitfire's body throbbed as he sat in the sunshine on Scott's couch, his head was pounding, and although he was trying to avoid taking his morning medication, his hands shook.
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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...
