"I'll see you tomorrow again? Scott asks.
"Yes, of course, it's Friday, so, you can come to the house, not the studio," Spitfire says.
Scott nods " Sounds like a plan."
"Ok then." Spitfire smiles
" Goodbye, Scotty," He says with a small frown,
heading back to his uncle's house slowly.
Scott watched standing on the sidewalk,
he couldn't understand why Spitfire hesitated to go home and wanted to find out as soon as possible.
"Good to see you home at a good time Spitfire," Adam says,
sitting at the table.
Spitfire nods and walks past him to the staircase with no answer,
Adam watched, tapping his fingers on the marble table, his eyes following Spitfire climbing the stairs.
Spitfire rushed upstairs and tossed his backpack off to the floor before laying back onto his bed,
it was mid-July, and hot,
And Spitfire had become afraid to ask Adam for anything since a hit across the face became a regular thing for the fifteen-year-old kid,
Spitfire was growing up, and Adam kept him on the straight and narrow.
Adam was a showman,
he always did his best for a great unforgettable concert which he did every time he did a show,
Adam had stage makeup, and fabulous clothes he would wear,
he was doing local shows for about a month now,
but was scheduled to do a year tour in a few weeks,
Spitfire grew curious about the makeup and decided to steal some from Brooke yesterday without her knowing,
he had it stashed in a drawer underclothes and was determined to experiment that evening.
After dinner...
The family helped put up dinner,
which they were having roasted lamb rack and potatoes,
Spitfire casually made his way to his room without raising any brows.
Spitfire dug in his drawer and resumed the makeup set,
it had eyeliner, lipstick, eyeshadow, and pale foundation,
Spitfire was fascinated by the colors, although his soul was very black.
He took the lipstick, which Brooke had Brick red and a Rose pink,
he started to put it on, along with a very dark Smokey eye,
he believed it made him look older,
and since being browbeaten was a common thing,
Spitfire got Stormy hurt feelings from what other people said,
he was furious at his father for only noticing his dancing career,
and not for Spitfire being himself,
he wanted to change his appearance.
Spitfire continued to play around in Brookes's makeup but caught a silhouette in the mirror.
This took Spitfires breath away in terror,
and he dropped the makeup brush immediately.
It was Brooke
standing in the doorway watching,
Spitfire nervously threw a book with the pages open over the makeup kit.
"Uhm- how long were you standing there?" Spitfire asked, glancing over his shoulder to Brooke.
Brooke slowly walked over to him, "Only just now." She says kindly,
sitting on the foot of his bed,
glancing at Spitfire,
Brooke stared,
a little concerned.
Spitfire bit his lip and sat in silence.
Brooke didn't know the words to express
and sat quietly also,
"Do you have my makeup case?" She asked.
Spitfire glanced over to the top of his drawer,
and then back to her.
"Spitfire?' Brooke asked in a whisper.
Spitfire nods, "I do." He admits, "I was just playing around,
please, don't tell dad I stole from you." Spitfire cries.
Brooke shook her head in anxiety and grabbed ahold of Spitfire's hands, noticing his shiny black nails, "Oh Spitfire." She says speechlessly
"Don't worry child,
I won't tell your dad." She says
"I promise." She says gently.
Spitfire put his head down.
Brooke watched, before reaching for his cheek softly, "S-spitfire, you don't have to steal- or I mean, take without permission, ask me next time, ok" she says graciously.
Spitfire jerked away from her, standing up,
A tear ran from his cheek
" God, I'm sorry, I don't usually cry," he says, clearing his tear, which was black sliding down his cheek.
Brooke was concerned and watched his actions,
Spitfire was developing into a boxed and rigid teenager, and she felt bad.
"Oh sweetheart," Brooke says
"You need to cry, never hold it in," She says
"Please talk to me,
or anybody really when you need guidance."
Spitfire shook his head in disagreement, "I'm sorry Brooke,
I will not take your advice." He says
" This conversation is just between us,
Dad doesn't need to know."
Brooke nods accepting
"Ok," She says
"You can believe me,
I won't tell anyone."
Spitfire nods, sitting back down in the window seat,
The sun was setting, and the shadows were long,
Spitfire watched Young Elijah play on the lawn outside.
Next-Day...
Knock... Knock... Knock...
"Someone is at the door," Turtle says, giving Elijah his breakfast.
Adam made his way to the door.
"Can I help you?" Adam asks.
"Uhm... is Spitfire home sir?" A young man asked.
Adam nods "Yes he is,
who are you?" Adam asked.
"Well, I'm Scott, i-" Scott was going to respond to Adam,
but stopped and watched Spitfire come down the stairs.
Spitfire had a black leather jacket on, High waisted jeans,
and a black tank top, His makeup was done gorgeously,
and Scott smiles.
"S-spitfire," Scott speaks and takes the door handle to open it further for Spitfire.
"Dad... I'm going to hang with Scott today,
I'll be home later." Spitfire says and shifts to look Adam in the eyes
"I'll be home later," Spitfire says bluntly.
Adam was a bit voiceless and yeses " Well, have a good day son." He says.
" We will sir. " Scott says, draping his arm around Spitfires shoulders,
"See you later."
Adam watches the front door shut slowly and turns towards Brooke.
"Was that a date?" Adam asks with an arched brow.
"No Adam." Brooke laughed,
encircling her arms around Adams's shoulders,
their relationship had gotten more noticeable, and love was clearly in the air.
"Are you sure?" Adam asked, "That Scott guy just took my kid on a date, I swear."
Brooke laughed " And who cares if he did?"
Adam smirks, bending down to press his lips against Brookes,
Between long kisses...
The two smile.