"Not for you!" Scott beams as his eyes met with Spitfires, the both of them stopped immediately what they were doing, Spitfires dark brown eyes enhanced by a Smokey eye was outstanding and Scott's heart pounded... he couldn't understand why he'd just fall back in love with something so dangerous as Spitfire, it was silent, you could hear a straight pin drop on the floor.
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Both of them met with the group PTX as soon as possible, to only find out that a tour in the UK was planned... Spitfire was thrilled by the news, England just sounds like his cup of tea, while Scott was a bit more apprehensive about leaving his man cave for so long, his home was his safety blanket, but was relieved when Kristine told them it was planned for next year.
For the rest of the day Spitfire and Scott hung out, Spitfire could easily talk both ears off in a round of gossip, and Scott did nothing but listen because he'd want someone to listen to him if he needed to talk...
"I'm in trouble, Scotty," Spitfire says restlessly.
Scott nods, he didn't want to say anything to upset Spitfire, he placed his large hand on Spitfire's petite one... "Go on,"
Spitfires eyes close as a black tear drips from his eyelashes, "I've been doing business.... and," He continues, "I've been selling Drugs for a paycheck... Me and Beau... but now that Beau is missing I'm in severe trouble... and I need help."
Scott sort of already knew, he frowns, answering, "So your making drugs also?"
Spitfires nods... "Yes, there was a lot of money involved... and Beau said it was ok as long as we don't abuse it, but I cannot live without it now."
"Without it?" Scott asks.
"We were making Meth... and then when..." Spitfire went to say but paused, he didn't want Scott to overreact about his mouth being sewn shut... again.
"What?"
"When I became ill, I started to take Advil... in a daily pattern... I'm Scared Scott... I'm addicted to Advil and it's killing me." Spitfire cries.
Scott shook his head, "Spitfire... I'm not sure how I can help you overcome this," He continues, "what else have you done?"
"I've sold Drugs to innocent people... I probably harmed their lives by doing such, Oh Scotty... I'm a mess up, ain't I?"
"No... only damaged, inside here." Scott answers, placing his hand on Spitfire's chest, "Spitfire... I think it's time for you to go home."
Spitfire tips his head, confused at what Scott was saying, "H-home?"
"Yeah... Home, with your Uncle, Cousin Grey, and everyone else who loves you... you can get help there,"
"But what about Dad?" Spitfire says in a worried tone.
"Don't worry about him... I can move in with you if your family will have me." Scott addressed, he was in a daze looking at beautiful and exotic Spitfire.
"I'm scared, I haven't been home in forever... years!" Spitfire went on.
"But is that going to stop you?... it's still your home, and people live there that love you and will help you battle this." Scott says, honestly, "here... Call them," Scott said, pushing his phone across the table.
Spitfire stared at Scott's phone, as it slid across the table,
Stopping in front of him, Spitfire placed his Painted black nails on the screen pulling it closer, Scott had all of Spitfires family's phone number in his contact log, Spitfire opened the screen and clicked on Cousin greys number... it started to ring right away, and Spitfires' heart jumped in his throat as he waited for an answer...
"Hello?"
"Cousin grey?" Spitfire asks, his voice trembling.
"My God, if it ain't Spitfire." Cousin grey answers,
he was smiling from ear to ear on his side,
"What are you calling this old man for?"
Spitfires eyes flicked up to Scott as he answered, " I Missed you, thought I'd call and talk to you!"
Cousin Grey answers, "Well, I'm happy you did, Honey... are you ok?" he asks, he could clearly hear Spitfires Voice was unwell.
Scott nodded to Spitfire but didn't say anything,
he places his hand on Spitfire's shoulder gently... "N-not really," Spitfire answers Cousin grey, Spitfire doubted his life so much and was waiting for Cousin greys answer to what he was going to ask next.
Cousin grey was quiet, he answered slowly, "What's wrong?"
Spitfire shook his head, his voice shaky but somehow words found their way out, "Can I come home?"