Homeward Bound
***A/N: This chapter is real short and a songfic chapter. (I don't own the song Homeward Bound, or Stand by Me or any of the characters for that matter.....BLAST!) Hope you like the chapter.R/R PLEASE!!***
I watched out the window as the boys walked down the street back to their houses. They were cool guys, especially Chris. They were each cool in different ways I guess.
I walked into the kitchen and cleaned up the soda cans, emptied the ashtray, and wiped down the table. Then I went upstairs and laid down in the dark thinking about Chris.
He was such a nice guy, and besides that he was just about the best looking person I've ever seen. Yup, I definitely have a crush on him the size of Montana, I thought sighing.
But as much as I liked Chris, and enjoyed hanging out with the other boys, I missed the beach, my street, my friends, sleeping in my own bed, but mostly I just missed being home. That song that Simon and Garfunkel sing came into my head. I drifted off to sleep with the words echoing in my head.
I wish I was
Homeward bound,
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing.. And each town looks the same to me, the movies, and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound.
***A/N: This chapter is real short and a songfic chapter. (I don't own the song Homeward Bound, or Stand by Me or any of the characters for that matter.....BLAST!) Hope you like the chapter.R/R PLEASE!!***
I watched out the window as the boys walked down the street back to their houses. They were cool guys, especially Chris. They were each cool in different ways I guess.
I walked into the kitchen and cleaned up the soda cans, emptied the ashtray, and wiped down the table. Then I went upstairs and laid down in the dark thinking about Chris.
He was such a nice guy, and besides that he was just about the best looking person I've ever seen. Yup, I definitely have a crush on him the size of Montana, I thought sighing.
But as much as I liked Chris, and enjoyed hanging out with the other boys, I missed the beach, my street, my friends, sleeping in my own bed, but mostly I just missed being home. That song that Simon and Garfunkel sing came into my head. I drifted off to sleep with the words echoing in my head.
I wish I was
Homeward bound,
Home, where my thought's escaping,
Home, where my music's playing.. And each town looks the same to me, the movies, and the factories
And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be
Homeward bound.