Chapter 9

Vincent woke up the next morning and was glad that it was Saturday. He got up and saw his father was also getting up at the late hour of nine in the morning. Vincent then pounced on his father, taking Victor by surprise, knocking them both to the ground. Victor looked at his son who was on his chest.

"Mornin', Dad," Vincent said, getting off him.

"Mornin' to ya, too." Victor stood back up.

Then they started getting dressed.

"Hey, Dad?"

"Yeah?" Victor was putting on a pair of jeans.

"Look, I'm sorry-"

He walked over to his cub. "No, Vincent, I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have yelled at ya. I was just so worried that ya might have been taken away from me by the government or the FOH. I don't want to lose ya."

"I don't want to lose ya either, Dad," Vincent said. "Who is the FOH?"

"It's short for Friends Of Humanity. Mutant hatin' group. Powerful mutant hatin' group." He buttoned up his jeans. "Ya gotta stay away from them. Ya will know who they are by their shirts and they wear these patches with this bird thing and it says FOH on them."

"Okay. Dad, I'm. . .I like Uncle Jimmy," Vincent said, smiling as he buttoned his own jeans. "He was so nice to me durin' his defense class."

Victor looked at his cub then put on a tank top. "That's good." Really good. But what 'bout Wolverine?

"Yeah, I was thinkin' that Uncle Jimmy and I could spend the day together," Vincent said.

"Spend the day together?" He threw a shirt on and turned to his boy.

"Yeah, ya know get to know each other better. I was hopin' he could help me drive a little."

"Sounds like fun." I was gonna help him learn to drive. He was trying not to be jealous.

"I hope it will be."

Victor then got an idea. "Why don't both of us teach you to drive?"

"Hey, that sounds like a lot of fun!"

"Good," Victor said, smiling. "Let's go tell Charles that we need to borrow a car for the lesson."

"Okay," he said.

They made their way down to Charles' office. They knocked and entered. They walked up to his desk and Charles turned to them and smiled.

"What can I do for you?" he asked.

"Vincent wants Logan and I to teach him to drive," Victor said. "We wanted to know if we could borrow a car."

"Yes, you can," Charles said. "I see that you two made up."

"Yeah, we did," Vincent said, smiling.

"That's good to hear," he said. "I believe that Logan is out in the garage working on his motorcycle."

Victor nodded thanks and he and Vincent headed to the garage. Once there, they walked to Logan and Logan looked up from his work then looked back as he was fixing an oil leak.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Vincent said back. "Uncle Logan, can ya help teach me how to drive?"

Logan looked up at them. "Ya wanna know how to drive?"

"Yeah."

"Just let me finish up here," Logan said.

Vincent nodded.

Logan finished up with his bike and soon they got car keys and Logan handed them to Vincent. Vincent smiled and got into the driver's seat. Victor sat in the passenger seat and Logan sat in the back. Once they were buckled in, Victor looked to Vincent.

"What do ya do now, cub?"

"Start the car." Vincent started it.

"Then what?"

"Put it in drive." Vincent did that.

"And?"

"Give it a little gas."

Vincent gave the car some gas and the car went forward as he steered the car. He was nervous and he went slowly at first. He then gave it a little more gas and was driving down the driveway. He was smiling. He was driving. He was driving! HE WAS DRVING! Vincent smiled more as he drove to the end of the driveway. He tried to find the thing (dunno what it's called) to turn on the blinker. He found it and turned on the left blinker. He looked then pulled out onto the main road and started driving.

"Are ya sure this is okay?" he asked. "Drivin' on the main road?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Logan said from the back seat. "Just drive, kid."

"No back seat drivin'," Victor mocked glared at Logan.

Logan just laughed at his older brother and Vincent smiled.

"I don't mind too much," he said. "As long as it's helpful."

Victor smiled and taught his son to drive more. Later, they stopped at a diner to get some lunch. They all got out and went into the diner. Vincent was nervous about this.

"Won't people recongnize Dad and I?" he asked.

"I know the owner of the diner," Logan said. "Don't worry 'bout it. Ya and Victor will be safe."

Vincent nodded and they stepped out of the car and went into the diner. The got seats and ordered some food. Vincent had the keys in his pocket and smiled as they were led to the back of the diner. The waitress was nice and Logan told them that the waitress that was leading them to the table was the owner's daughter. The dinner was a small but peaceful place. Once they were seated, they were handed menus and they ordered drinks, too. Vincent was looking over the menu and smiled at one type of food that he really loved.

"I'm gettin' a cheese burger," Vincent said.

Victor nodded. "I'm gettin' one, too."

"Same here," Logan said, smiling.

Soon the waitress came back with their drinks and Vincent sipped his Coke while his father and uncle sipped their beers. They ordered their food. Vincent was nervous that they would get caught. He didn't want him and his father to a maximum prison or worse. . .getting separated and never seeing each other ever again. Vincent sighed as he drank more of his Coke.

"Don't worry, Vincent, everythin' will be alright," Logan said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Vincent said.

"Trust me, it will be."

Vincent nodded again. He glanced around the small diner. No one was looking at them, but it still made him nervous some. He sighed again. Soon their food came and Vincent smiled at the food. Soon they were eating. Vincent smiled as he ate the cheeseburger with fries. Vincent sipped the Coke and Vincent and Logan were eating too.

Victor looked at his son as he chewed his burger. He sighed a little. To Victor, it seemed like that he was growing up so fast. He was sixteen in at least four weeks. It seemed like the other day, Vincent was just a little six year old boy with a lot of energy. He had been writing his stories since he was at least eight years old. He had a lot of potential and would be a successful writer someday. Hopefully by then the hunt for the two of them would be over with. Victor wanted his cub to go to college and have a great life and have a wife. Maybe a kid or two.

Soon they were finished with their lunch and they got up. Victor paid for the meals then they headed outside to the car. Soon they were on the road. Vincent was very nervous that they would get caught.

Here we go! A new chapter! No idea where to go on from here! PLEASE HELP!