Sorry I haven't been updating the Christmas fic. But this idea just popped into my head. I LOVE Taylor Swift's work, and most of the songs she writes are the stories of my life. Heck, some of them are even Max's! Sooo, yeah. Feel free to search for the song on youtube, and enjoy. (:
"Heeeey, Fang!" the loud, perky Red-Haired Wonder shouted. Fang looked up, instantly recognizing the voice. Ugh, I thought. Stupid Liz. She thinks she's all that, what with her amazingly red hair, prissy cheerleader moves, and the way she can seduce Fang.
She makes me sick.
And jealous. I can't forget about the jealousy.
"Oh. Uh, hey, Liz," Fang said, looking uncomfortable and glad at the same time. Yes, Fang, go ahead and completely forget about me and the whole situation here.
Liz ran up to us. Well, more like skipped. "Ohmygawd, I cannot believe that you . . . h-have wings!" Liz said, rubbing Fang's left shoulder.
"Yeah, I started believing it when I first started flying," Fang said, looking down Liz's cheerleading outfit. Ugh. Pervert!
Liz definitely noticed this. Surprisingly, she adores perverts that only like her for her boobs. "Wow, Fang. You're sooo funn-ay!" she slapped him gently. Um, hello? I'm the one whose destiny is to save the world from utter doom! Put a sock in it, Max, the/my voice said. I growled.
"Oh. Hi, Max," Liz said with obvious disgust. I smiled my best sarcastic smile and walked away from our school building, already getting bored with the kiss-up. "So, I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna go out with meee?" Liz's annoying voice said, fading away. Grrrrr.
"No, you're obviously jealous, Max," said a voice in my mind. No, not the/my voice. Angel's voice. I'm not jealous, I thought. I just think Fang needs what's best for him, and Liz is definitely not his type.
"Whatever you say," Angel's voice said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my iPod. Hitting the shuffle button, I slipped the earphones into my ears, waited for a song to come on, and started walking back towards the school grounds.
The songs started out with an acoustic guitar or maybe even a banjo playing some repetitive notes, rising up to an electric guitar strumming a chord from piano to forte.
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's goin' off about something that you said
'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do.
What the heck? I paused it. The smooth voice was familiar. It was a Taylor Swift song; I'm not a big fan of country music, but she's is beastly at writing songs. I looked at the iPod's screen. The song was called "You Belong with Me". Usually I listen to artists that aren't that known, namely NeverShoutNever! and AJ Rafael. It was very clear that Nudge had been messing with my iPod.
I decided not to change it and hit the play button.
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listenin' to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreamin' 'bout the day when you wake up and find that what you're
Lookin' for has been here the whole time
If you could—
The school bell rang. Everyone immediately ran inside, hoping they wouldn't be late. I shrugged. It was amazing how a song could actually relate to my life. Figuring I could listen to the song later, I turned off the iPod, shoved it in my pocket, and ran with the clusters of people. Little did I know what fate had in store for me.