Spreading My Wings- Beginning!

"Mom," Jasper calls into the house, his stomach growling simultaneously. Kelly comes out of their small kitchen, holding a platter of cookies. The smile on her face falls when she realizes that Jasper came home alone. No friends. He takes a cookie, watching the floor as though it is the most interesting thing in the world. Kelly gently tugs on the small ponytail he has up.
"Why this color?" Kelly says, a very sad tone mangling her normally sweet voice.
Here we go, Jasper thinks, again. "You know I hate this hair color. He had this color." Tears streak down Kelly's dainty face. "Why, Jasper? Do you want to look like that?"
"I like the color." He say, unconsciously playing with a strand that fell out of the ponytail. It's always the same routine, but he's kind of hoping she'll cave, tell him something about that high school sweetheart that gave him half of his genes.
Sniffling, she tries to stop the flow of tears. "You should be happy that you don't know him, but instead you go out and do this." She loves him, he knows, but overreacts way too much to a simple act as dying his hair. A knock on the door causes Kelly to tense before wiping her eyes and answering the door. Standing there with cuffs running up his ears and two studs in his ear lobe is Vincent. Kelly smiles and tries making small talk with Vincent, but he's here for a single thing. Jasper.
"I hear you're fifteen now." Vincent's eyes, deep pools of what Jasper swears is black, feel like they're tearing the teen to his very molecule.
"Y-yeah, I guess." Jasper looks everywhere except Vincent. "What's this about, Vincent? I-I have loads of homework." Kelly's cooking dinner, unwilling to help her son escape from Vincent.
"Tsk, tsk, I told you to call me Uncle Vinnie."
"Uncle Vincent."
"Now you're making me sound old!" Vincent throws his hands into the air and looks exasperated.
"Uncle Vinnie sounds like I like you." At this, Vincent pouts, looking much like a five year old who was told that no, they cannot have a cookie before dinner.
"Fair enough, I guess." Vincent mumbles, toying with one of the two piercings on his lower lip. "But," he pauses a long time, for dramatic effect. "I know where Daddy is."