Author's Note: -Sigh- another one. Freddy/Zack again. It's in Freddy's point of view. I hope you all enjoy it!! This'll probably be two chapters—possibly three.
Warning: Slash and like two curses.
Disclaimer: The song I used this time is Real Good Looking Boy by The Who.
Dedication: This story is for NoSleepTonight and imjustagirl0077 because they reviewed every fic I wrote yesterday and gave me lots of compliments. Thanks you two, you made my day:)
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When I think back to the
first
time in my childhood
when I saw that face
I thought right then,
'That's a real good looking boy.'
I saw myself in the
mirror
in profile
for the first time
I thought,
'Hey!
That's a real good looking boy'
And I felt then
that I
moved
With all those lucky bucks and angels
High in the theatre
In the sky
So I went to my mother
I said,
'Hey mom
- take look at me'
Have you ever seen a teen
Fly so
high?
That's a real good-looking boy
that's a real
good-looking boy
She said,
'Son, well, you know,
you're
ugly boy.
You don't really look like him.
In this long line
There's been some
real strange genes
You've got 'em
all
You've got 'em all
With some extras thrown in
That's
a real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
That's a
real good looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
Wise
men say
Only fools, only fools rush in
But I - I give
in
Falling in love, in love with you
Now I'm here with you
little darling
And you say, 'You're beautiful as you are'
And
I've managed somehow to survive
You arrived in my life like a
fragrance
And helped me find a way to laugh
And I know now
so-called beauty lies
God gave him a face
Then he gave me
something above
God gave me grace
Then he gave me your sweet,
sweet, sweet love
You make me feel like a real good looking
boy
I feel like a real good looking boy
That's a real good
looking boy
That's a real good looking boy
When I think back
to the
first time in my childhood—
"Zack! If you play that song one more fucking time I am going to kill you!"
He has been playing this song on repeat for three hours—I know every single fucking word. It's a good song, but after you hear it two billion times it's not as inspirational. I need a nice refreshing chance in pace, why can't Zack just let the CD run through? I could listen to 'Old Red Wine' instead of this for a few hours. I love Zack but if he plays that song one more time I am going to hurt someone.
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Author's Note: So what do you think so far? I know that was really short but I'll try to have the next chapter up later tonight or tomorrow. This will probably be only two chapters by it may end up being three. Please review and tell me what you think of this story so far!