He's Mine sung by Rodney Atkins

A loud knock came from the front door around midnight. Eugene quickly got up from the couch and went to see who was at the door. When he opened it, he was meet to an old man. He was in a uniform, holding a boy by his collar. He had a couple more boys from up the road behind him, each one looking at the ground. "How can I help you officer?" Eugene asked, confused by the situation.

"I caught these boys shootin' beer bottles down in the holler and smokin'." He explained. Eugene hooked his thumbs into his pant loops, leaning back. He rose his eyebrows.

"Is that right?" Eugene questioned in awe. The little man nodded his head as he let out a small sigh.

"They won't speak when spoken to, so which one here belongs to you?" He questioned. Eugene tilted his head, confused by the question. "And I know one does 'cause they all started runnin' to your back forty when they saw me comin' on my gator."

Eugene looked at the boys, recognizing each boy, knowing each of their parents. He looked them all in eyes, looking for his son. Finally, he caught those bright green eyes that he got from his mother. The boy gave a nervous smile and shrugged his shoulders. "He's mine. That one." Eugene declared, pointing at him.

The office tossed him to his father, knowing that this wasn't going to go well. Before Eugene could even thank the man, he left with the rest of the boys, headed to find their parents. Eugene slammed the door, anger filling in his veins. "Are you mad?"

Eugene rubbed his temples with his calloused hands. Mad didn't even make the list. He was upset, no, angry, no...pissed. "What the hell were you thinking, Samuel?" Eugene cried.

Samuel shrugged his shoulders. They weren't really thinking. They were just being boys messing around with stupid things. They wouldn't have even been caught if Jake hadn't missed the bottle and hit a tree. "I don't know."

"You need to use your head. You have one for a reason! God, smokin' and shootin' beer bottles." Eugene sighed, sitting down in his recliner. He was trying to calm himself down so he wouldn't say something he didn't mean.

"It wasn't even my idea! It was Travis'!" Sam defended. Eugene looked up at Sam. Of course he was passing the blame off to someone else. Typical of a teenage boy. Eugene shook his head.

"But you went along with it, Samuel! You know better than that!" He fired back. Samuel huffed and crossed his arms. He couldn't believe he was being blamed for something he didn't even do. Well, he did it, but it wasn't his idea. "Where did you get the cigarettes?" Eugene suddenly asked.

Samuel looked at his dad, not wanting to answer the question. He bit his bottom lip, tapping his foot against the carpet. "Samuel Eugene, I asked you a question." Eugene repeated, his voice rising.

"I took 'em from your shed, okay? It was just a couple, just enough for all of us!" He answered. Eugene stood up, getting more and more pissed by the second. He couldn't control it anymore.

"Let me guess, you stole the bottles from the fridge, too, right?" Eugene interrogated. Eugene was angry that they used his resources. God, the story just kept on getting worse and worse.

"What do you think, Dad?" Samuel shouted back. He didn't understand what was so bad about what they did. No one got hurt so what was the big deal? His dad shouldn't be this mad at him for this. Everyone else did it too!

"Knock it off with the attitude! Just go to room! Your mother and I will discuss your punishment." Eugene commanded, pointing downstairs. Sample huffed and stomped down the stairs. As soon as he left, Rapunzel came in.

She rested a hand on her husband's shoulder. She looked at up at him, wondering what he was thinking. He was fuming, reminding her of an angry bull. "What happened this time?" She softly asked.

"Our son was smokin' and shootin' beer bottles with those boys from up the road." Eugene huffed, tossing his arms into the air. He began pacing around the room, running his hands through his thinning hair, thanks to his son.

"Gee, I wonder who that sounds like." Rapunzel smirked, crossing her arms across her chest. Eugene stopped and looked at her. She was tapping her foot, staring at her husband.

Eugene chuckled, pointing at himself. "Me? You think he's like me?" He scoffed. Rapunzel nodded her head, making her messy blonde bun shake. He rolled his eyes and tossed her offer away.

"Gene, he's just like you. There's absolutely no question if he's yours. And in all honestly, you shouldn't even be surprised that he's like this." She smiled, walking towards her husband.

"I was never as bad as him, okay? I had limits." He defended. Rapunzel hummed, sarcastically believing him.

"Limits, huh? How about the time you talked your friends into stealing from the cop shop? Or what about the time you decided to throw an alcoholic party in the school parking lot and invited teachers?" She fired back. Eugene sent her a glare, knowing she was right. He thanked God every night that Sam was his son.

"Alright! He's just like me! He's ever last bit of my old man's son." Eugene agreed, making Rapunzel softly laugh. When she looked at her son, she saw her husband. Their ideas and actions were the same.

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"Here we have #37, Samuel Fitzherbert. He's 145 pounds and 5'11"." The announcer called over the speakers as they watch the football player jog onto the field. Samuel didn't really get much of the spot light.

Eugene and Rapunzel were sitting in the stands one Friday night at a football game. They supported Sam in everything he wanted to do, so they showed up to every game. Eugene leaned forward, seeing what play the coach would do now. "Come on, Sam." He whispered.

The team made a touchdown, so they got ready for a field goal. When the whistle was blown, a player from the other team immediately pounced onto their little kicker, knocking him down. The crowd stood up, hoping the ref would call a flag, but never did.

Before anyone could boo the ref or shout for a replay, Sam was already on top of the boy way bigger than him. He began to yell at the player, telling him that he had a cheap shot. He shouted at him to leave their little kicker alone or he'd after to deal with him after the game.

The refs immediately pulled Sam off the field, throwing him out of the game for unsportsmanlike conduct. Eugene stood up, clapping his hands. "He's mine! That one!" he shouted, proud of his son. "He's got a wild-haired side and then some!"

Eugene would take the blame and claim Samuel every time. He loved him unconditionally, and he would never stop. Sam was the best thing to ever happen to Eugene. He's his and always would be.

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