(a/n sorry this is so Short but I just wrote a 2200 + word chapter so yah)
Spot and his little Brother Connor were sat on the Brooklyn Bridge. Spot was 14 whilst little Connor was only 7, although they were the spitting image of eachother.
Connor was shooting from his brothers slingshot and missing the targets everytime, getting more and more grumpy each time.
After 5 more attempts he completely lost it. Without thinking Connor threw the slingshot down to the ground, not caring that it hit Dodge incredibly hard, and started screaming about how
'It was useless' and he 'couldn't do it'
This worked for all of 15 seconds before Spot had grabbed a hold of him and glared at Connor. His eyes looked hard and cold which quickly broke Connor's temper.
"Take deep breaths. You're doing great. It's your first time using a slingshot, I'll help you this time okay?" He explained before climbing down to collect the slingshot while smirking and chuckling at the still in pain Dodge with Ace laying in the ground after completely losing his shit. He didn't know what he'd do without those boys.
Spot climes back up to Connor and helped him adjust his aim and hand positions. He then told Connor to fire and, when he did, he hit the target.
"It's called patience and practice kid. Keep going"
Spot left Connor with his slingshot as he went back to his 'throne' and heard more glass shatter behind him. His brother was doing it all by himself and Spot couldn't help but feel incredibly proud.
