My Punk Rock Father

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***A/N: So I decided to post this for a friend of mine... Specifically named Joydine :) Credit to who it belongs and non of these are real! Even if you wished, Joy.***

"It's that day again, isn't it?" My friend Tony said as he sat across from me on the dining table.

"What? When someone gets adopted by a stinkin' rich family? And forever taking them away from this shit-hole?" I said, a little too sarcastic.

Tony let out a small laugh. "Hey, at least you're away from here, right? Better have stinkin' rich-ass parents than here."

I played around with the food on my plate with my fork. Or at least, they looked like food. "Anywhere but here," I mumbled.

Tony smiled at me. "This place isn't so bad. We have each other." He jokingly winked.

I felt sudden butterflies corrupting my stomach. I've always had a crush on Tony. Ever since the day he came in the orphanage center, I immediately took notice of him. One was his smile. I always thought his smile was cute and friendly. Second, was his guitar skills. I could listen to him play all day, which he does most of the time. But he's not very comfortable with it. He doesn't let anybody hear him play except for me, which is more than fine with me. We became close pretty quickly. From the moment he started playing 'Dammit' by Blink-182 on his guitar and I joined in and sang, we became the bestest friends. Too bad that's all I'll ever be to him, a best friend. I did found it weird to like him, especially because in the orphanage, everyone considers you as their sibling.

"Joy? Hello? Earth to Joydine." Snapping fingers were in front of my face.

"Huh?" I asked Tony.

"I said, 'who do you think it'll be this time?'"he said, pronouncing each word slowly.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. Definitely not me, that's for sure." And I definitely don't want it to be Tony either. If he leaves, I'm not quite sure how my life would go anymore. I'll lose my only friend. "How 'bout you?"

Tony sighed. "Sometimes I wish I could leave this place." I stiffened from my seat. I didn't want to sound selfish but I really wish he doesn't get picked. "But I can't just leave you here, Joy. If they adopt me, you have to go too." He flashed me that smile of his again. I couldn't help smile back. I didn't realize that I kept staring at him. I had the biggest urge to just tell him how I feel. It's been a long time, but I'm afraid that I'll just ruin our friendship. And I don't want to lose Tony. But I need to know how he feels, just for the sake of me.

"Why, Tony? Why can't you just leave me here?" I asked, now realizing that I sounded a bit dumb asking.

Tony looked at me, confused. "Duh! You're my best friend. The only one. Besides, you're like a sister that I never had."

Well, I guess there's my answer.

"Guys! As you might have heard, a couple will be coming here in a few hours, ready to adopt one of you guys to their home," the lady in-charge of our adoption papers said enthusiastically. "And I know you guys are curious to know who it'll be." She waved a paper in the air. I heard a few mumbles and groans from the other kids. I took no interest of it whatsoever. The whole time, I kept staring at Tony. Why does he consider me as a sister? I barely act like a sister around him. Now it's even harder to tell him how I feel. It'll just make things more awkward. Why Tony? Why?

The next thing I knew, I saw Tony in the front of the room with the lady. Some kids were cheering, and some were grumpy. Tony looked at me from the front with sad eyes. It then hit me that HE was chosen by the couple to be adopted. I felt my whole body go numb. No no no no NO! Tony can't go! He can't leave!

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