Oh please, don't drop me home Because it's not my home, it's their home

-----George cleared his throat. “Yes, I’m new. Visiting my uncle.”The bartender nodded. “And what can I do for you, city boy?”George offered his most charming, polite smile. “I require an outlet, if you please.”Silence.A long, painful silence.Then—laughter.Not just from the bartender, but from the entire bar.George’s polite smile did not falter, but his soul left his body.-----or Despite his protests, George is sent to his uncles farm. he hates everything there, farming, the lack of internet, ...The cute next-door farmer who keeps teasing him-----or or a self indulgent fic, of what I imagined people coming to my small town would be like.title from "there's a light that never goes out" by the Smiths