A Voice Echoed Through the Screen.

Spitfire laughed,

he's always been weird with sticky stuff on him, most importantly on his face, he grabbed a napkin and wiped the ice cream off, throwing it at a small trash can... "Haha, I made a basket." he smiles as the napkin fell into the can.

"I should have become a basketball player," Scott says as he ate some more ice cream, dreaming of another career.

Spitfire giggles, "Why aren't you then?" he asks.

Scott Shrugs, "Music just makes my heart warm, I guess."

Spitfire smiles as he scrutinizes blonde hair on Scott's head, glistening in the sun shining through the window.

The both of them finished their frozen Treat before standing to leave, Scott handed the teller person behind the counter ten dollars and waited for change while Spitfire headed outside.

Spitfire causally walks over to Scotts Truck, opens the passenger side door, and climbed in... He sat in silence, listening to nothing but the chirping of birds, it was deafening quite... his heart started pounding as he has tried to avoid his dosage of Advil, but it was becoming difficult, Spitfire brought along the Advil, and when he saw the opportunity to take some, he slowly reached in his bag, but he was too late, and Scott started Spitfire's way.

Scott waves to Spitfire as he traveled over to the truck opening the door, and got in, it wasn't much of an effort as Scott was able to step in instead of climbing in, he put the key in the ignition and put it in drive and started on the highway.

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The both of them headed to Scott's house.

They laughed, teased, and yes... Scott started a tickle war as he missed it tremendously while he and Spitfire didn't talk for many months,

Spitfire giggled as he tried to push Scott away, he hated being tickled but sometimes laughing helps a person let go of past life troubles... sometimes you have to just let it out and Scott loved roughhousing.

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Next day... Morning

Scotts eyes, open slowly to loud noises outside of the room,

he yawned and stretched his arms as he started walking towards the loud racket.

It was early morning, and usually, on the weekends Scott slept in till at least 9:30, he stumbled out of the door and looked to his right, then left, the noise was coming from the kitchen.

What was this noise? Scott thought to himself as he headed into the kitchen... his eyes met with a busy Spitfire, he was doing the dishes and making lots of crashing sounds, Scott stood watching until Spitfire noticed him...

"Good morning," Spitfire smiles, he looked brand new and refreshed and Scott answered.

"I'm... good, what are you doing?" He asks curiously.

"What does it look like I'm doing? silly," Spitfire teased, "I'm doing the dishes for you."

"Wow... uhm, Thank you!" Scott smiles as he takes a seat at the bar, "What do you have planned today?" he asks.

"I want to pack... I would like to start moving home." Spitfire answers, with a bright smile... although, he'd be facing his father, having Scott move home with him, made him feel lots better.

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Scott helped Spitfire pack the entire day, Spitfire knew, that asking for help from his family wouldn't be a big deal, but thought a surprise homecoming would shock everyone including his father, Adam...

Scott manhandled a few boxes that were towered on top of each other to his truck, he balanced them impressively well and set them gently down on the tailgate.

"Thank you so much!" Spitfire says politely, sliding the boxes further into the truck's long bed.

"I think there's a few more inside." Scott nods, as he begins into his house.

Spitfire followed behind Scott and caught the door as it started to shut, he watched Scott grunt a bit, lifting a heavy box... "You should lift with your knees, not your back or stomach, you're going to get a hernia." Spitfire states.

"Nah... I've always lifted this way, never proved me wrong yet!" Scott chuckles.

"Well, when it does, you're going to regret it!"

"Don't worry about it!... alright," Scott smiles... "Last box," he says, heading to the door, with a 6'3 frame, he could easily lift heavier things if the task called for it, he traveled over to the vehicle, setting the box with the others, Spitfire followed, again, behind Scott.

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Scott put his truck in reverse, backing out of his driveway... it was still early morning, but the day felt like it's been alive for years.

"Well... this is it, I guess," Scott smiles, resting his arm on the edge of the window on his truck as he kept it on the highway.

"Yeah," Spitfire answers, "Hopefully all goes well, I can only hope for the best," he says, gazing out of the window with a nervous and anxious heart.

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Finally, both Spitfire and Scott arrived at the front gate,

the gates were enormous and intimidating.

"This is new," Scott sneers as he pulls up to a small screen nervously,

the screen came on, and a voice was on the other side.

"Name and reason for being here." a voice echoed through the screen, Scott's face changed as he glanced to Spitfire, he's never been questioned before, and it was mind-boggling.