Falling In Love All Over Again.

Scott shook his head,

he was unsure of what to say but listened instead,

he places his hand gently on Spitfires back, he finally spoke...

"Are you alright?"

Spitfire shook his head, "Yes... I'm fine, Scott." he says,

his voice was shaky as he relaxed back into his pillow...

Scott watched him carefully, Conversing...

"Go to Sleep now! Close your eyes... take a deep breath in... and relax... don't think about the bad... think about all good, the stuff that makes you smile... the stuff that makes you laugh."

Spitfire exhaled deeply,

he laid tranquil, his short Dark hair messed up on Scott's white pillow... Scott worried himself sick the rest of the night About Spitfire, But watching him catch a deep breath before falling into a far sleep, did take some of the worries off Scott's shoulder, but still... Scott writhed about his friend who was very fragile, and ill, sighing roughly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep also.

.....................................

Morning... 8:30 AM

Breee... Breee... Breee, Scott's alarm clock buzzed,

he threw his hand on top of the little clock stopping the sound.

Scott yawned as he stretched his long arms,

dragging his legs to the side of the bed.

Scott noticed that Spitfire was still sleeping soundly and quietly left the room.

He did his normal routine, he had completely forgotten that the Group was to have a meeting this afternoon, and until he saw the sticky note on his fridge it escaped his mind... he quickly rushed into the bathroom to try and put on a suitable shirt and pants, then he wanted to get breakfast for Spitfire... he found a shirt that didn't smell like dust and pants that didn't have paint splattered on them from his hobby as an artist, he would find himself in his unique paintings and sometimes would get messy, he ran his fingers through his Blonde hair and rushed into the kitchen.

It was only fifteen minutes after eight, and he had plenty of time to get breakfast for his snuggle bug in the next room... he hurried and put some toast in the toaster and got out his homemade jam that his Mom, Connie Hoying made... And of course, watching the toaster heat up felt like forever when you waited... POP! the toast stood up and Scott grabbed them...

"Ouch," He said, tossing them on the plate, he burned his finger and he tried to shake off the burning pain, as he started to smear Raspberry jam on the toast... "Looks good to me." He smiles to himself, heading into the bedroom, he walked over to the room, opening the door quietly.

Spitfire was still napping when Scott first entered, but hearing the door shut roughly woke him, he fluttered his long dark lashes and watched Scott travel closer to the bed, he spoke... "Breakfast in bed?"

"Yep... only for you, Spitfire," Scott answers, setting the plate on his side of the bed.

"That's Sweet, Scotty... Mhhh... raspberry?" Spitfire smiles, taking a bite.

"My mom made it, she always canned stuff, tomatoes, peppers... this Arlington boy ate good," Scott smiles.

Spitfire swallows with a smile, "It's good... thank you!"

"So this afternoon we have to meet with the rest of the group for a meeting," Scott continues, "They expect you to be there since you are 20% of that group... it's not till later though, you have time."

Spitfire sipped his coffee, nodding, "OK... sounds good."

Scott smiles, it didn't matter how many days, months, or years the two were separated, or even bitter at one another, Scott had a soft spot for young Spitfire and it showed by the amount of forgiveness he had in his heart for him... he took his friend out of a bad environment and placed him in a new, fresh one... he only hoped it wasn't too late for Spitfire to heal from what he's experienced in just his seventeen years of life.

Scott nodded as he headed out of the room, his life was pretty casual and he decided to stay away from Drama the majority of the time, Scott took a seat on his spinning stools and poured himself a cup of coffee,

Living alone was quiet and peaceful, but knowing that Spitfire was upstairs made him feel strange... Whole again! he thought back to when he was Seventeen and was severely rejected by his father for his sexuality, and though his Mom was fine with him being gay, it wasn't enough, and Scott was booted from his home, with nothing but his truck and a suitcase, he needed guidance only being Seventeen but instead packed his bags and left Arlington.

Now being twenty-six he cherished and actually concluded he was pretty lucky throughout his teen-hood, a lot more could have progressed on, horrible stuff that Spitfire has lived through already, having his mouth sewn shut, beaten till unconscious, and much more.

Spitfire was in a state of mind, the state of mind Scott tried to avoid, and seeing his best friend wake up in the middle of the night crying and screaming hurt him deeply... But Scott found his stiff upper lip, held back his tears, and fought the idea his friend could be slipping away from his grip.

Scott was caught up in his mind and gazed out of the window into the driveway, he was shocked to feel Soft warm hands on the back of his neck, a small kiss was planted on his cheek, he jumped a bit with a laugh he turned to face Spitfire... "Your up!"

"Yes... I think it was that jam... I feel much better." Spitfire says, his lips boldly red, Scott smiles, as he looked deep into those brown eyes that he fell in love with, He spoke...

"You look gorgeous!"

Spitfire smiles, taking a seat next to Scott, "T-thank you!.... are the heels too much?" he asks, lifting one of his legs onto Scott's lap... Spitfire has been known to use his seductive looks to capture his prey, and his Shiny red shoes glistened brightly in Scotts eyes.