Author's Note: So, this is kind of a strange one. Let's just say everyone lives in Oklahoma (except for Freddy, yet anyway).
Warning: Slash, language, angst.
Disclaimer: School of Rock does not belong to me, the song used is called Oklahoma by Billy Gilman, oh, and I don't own anything. Blah, blah, blah, these things are stupid…
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Suitcase packed with all his things
Car pulls up, the doorbell rings
He don't want to go
He thought he'd found his home
Not again. I hate how every time I'm finally happy in a home, I have to pack up and leave. I thought this one was it, Dan and Lisa; they were the nicest of all the families I've ever been stuck with. We were really getting along, and now this.
But with circumstances he can't change
Waves goodbye as they pull away
From the life he's known
for the last seven months or so
Seven months I've lived here. Seven months. To me, that's a lifetime. The longest I've stayed with anyone before was eight weeks. I'm not a bad kid, just lonely. One day, being carted around so much is going to catch up with me, one day just seven months in one house isn't going to be good enough.
I want a family. Is that too much to ask?
There's not much I can do about it, I put on a smile and give Dan and Lisa one last hug, one last kiss, a final goodbye.
I can see them hiding their tears and I feel awful knowing that I'm the one who put those tears there. It's always me.
I wave one last time, as the car pulls away, rounds the corner, and takes me towards the airport.
My social worker takes my hand and smiles at me reassuringly.
She said we found a man who looks like you
Who cried and said he never knew
About the boy in pictures that we showed him
A rambler in his younger days
He knew he made a few mistakes
But he swore he would have been there
Had he known it
My mom left me when I was two and a half weeks old; she brought me to a foster home, leaving no trace of herself, not even bothering to give me a name. I've been there ever since. I'm fifteen years old.
I guess it never helped that I was gay, or that I liked to write poetry. I guess it never helped that I wasn't a football player or even a hockey player, I was a soccer player. I guess it never helped that even though I was shy, I wasn't afraid to be myself.
I was in foster care for six years before I ever went to a family, it was one family after another for three years, then it was the orphanage, the foster home, family after family. Then it was Dan and Lisa, the couple who couldn't have a child of their own, the couple who was kind, caring, open-minded, everything I wanted in parents. The perfect couple. The ones I couldn't have.
Son we think we found your dad in Oklahoma
They found my dad. My real dad.
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Author's Note: The song lyrics will kind of be scattered all around the story. It's a slow start, but I kind of like it. I hope you guys do to!
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