iKnow You Belong With Me
I shuffled through the songs on my iPod and clicked on one at random. The song started playing, and I realized that it was one of my favorites. Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me. I knew that Freddie was mine. But in 7th grade that stupid backwards witch stole him away on the EXACT day that I was about to tell him about my feelings.
You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset
She's going off about something that you said, 'cause
She doesn't get your humor like I do…
Freddie's on his phone with Melody, and he's essentially begging on his knees for her not to break up with him. I don't know what he sees in her. She is always fussing at Freddie. I'd never do that to him.
In my room, it's a typical Tuesday night, listening to the kind of music she doesn't like, 'cause she doesn't know your story like I do…
Every Tuesday evening, after iCarly, Freddie and I go to his house to pretend to study for school. This Tuesday, Fredweird bailed on me to go see some chick flick with Melody. Girl's probably torturing him to death. She always listens to bubbly pop songs, I like rock, R&B, and hip hop. Melody will drive you mad with chick flicks, while modern-day movies with the same level of excitement as Spartacus would be my perfect movie.
She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, she's cheer captain, and I'm on the bleachers, dreaming of the day when you'll wake up and find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time
Melody is the head cheerleader, and I'm on flagline. Believe it or not, Freddie manned up and became quarterback of Ridgeway's football team. On his break, all that Freddie does is stare blankly at her. I sit patiently, waiting for him to wave at me, like he usually does, but she blows a fake kiss to him, and he smirks and goes back to the bench to wait for being called in. She looks at me with icy daggers in her eyes. As if she sees me as competition. That girl must think she knows something she really doesn't know. How can he not see that I'm his one and only?
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you, been here all along, so why can't you see, you belong with me, you belong with me
Walkin in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans, can't help thinkin' this is how it ought to be, sittin' there and thinkin to myself, "Hey, isn't this easy?"
Freddie took me out to my favorite place in this piece of the woods with a spring to make up for ditching me Tuesday. He was wearing his favorite jeans. I think he should have given those up a long time ago, but he says he's keeping them until he can't fit them anymore. They're kind of worn out. The only thing that wasn't perfect was that this was not a date. No matter how many times I told myself it was, my heart knew the truth.