Highway Home (SeaNanners x Reader)

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"Hello everybody today I have decidedto do something a little different, today is a very special day forme, on this day 20 years ago I met the love of my life, 15 yearslater on the exact same day she became my girlfriend, today I wouldlike to tell you the story of how I, Adam Montoya, and my girlfriend________ meet"


When the lights go out
Will youtake me with you?
And carry all this broken bone
Through sixyears down in crowded rooms

And highways I call home?


"You promised this would be thelast time David"

"Well I'm sorry Susanne but ifwork says I have to move then move we will"


They where arguing again, myparents, it's all they seem to do any more. Every since Dad got hisbig promotion. We'd already moved 6 times in 4 years. It seemed likedno sooner had we unpacked our boxes we were packing them again. I'dstopped trying to make friends and started calling the highway home.As my parents argued I went to get the boxes from the garage. Mightas well start packing now. Boxes in hand I made my way back to myroom.


"Adam we need to talk" Dadwalked in "Oh"

"Don't worry I heard it's okayI didn't make any friends here anyway" I concentrated on packing

"I'm sorry bud hopefully thingswill go better at the new place and who knows maybe this time it willbe permanent"

"That's what you said lasttime" I clenched my fists


-2 weeks later-


First day at my new school orshould I call it a short term education facility? Doesn't matter Iwas glad to be out of there. Unlike the other schools I'd been at thestudents here had actually been trying to get to know me. I had morelunch offers in 1 day at this school then all my others combined. Ipolitely declined them all I couldn't make friends when I knew in afew months I would be leaving again. I walked hands in pocketstowards my temporary accommodation why even bother calling it home.


Something I can't know 'til now
'Tilyou pick me off the ground
With brick in hand, your lip glosssmile
Your scraped up knees


On the last block before home 3guys approached me. I recognised them from school.


"Here he is mister to good foreveryone" One of them said

"I'm not to good for anyone Ijust don't like making friends" I said not stopping

"Oh really and why is that?"Another one asked

"I move to much" I shrugged

"Well you won't be moving muchlonger" The first one said


The 3 guys surrounded me makingme stop in my tracks. I looked around at them and at possible escaperoutes. It was quickly becoming obvious I was only leaving thiscircle after a beating. I sighed and closed my eyes getting ready forthe connecting fists. There was a sudden

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