I know I haven't posted in a REALLY long while… and I'm really sorry… I've just been working on writing my OWN story. And have a lot of things going on. So anyway, I heard this AMAZING song for the first time and was thinking hey. That sounds just like Max and Fang!!
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Enjoy!
p.s. go to youtube and search "you belong with me – taylor swift" and listen to the song while reading this. It really makes it a ton more real. I was listening to it the whole time I wrote this!!
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I sat on the end of my bed, half under the covers, half above. My face was pressed up against the sheets that I had brought up to my head. Soft music came from the radio that I had left turned-on beside my bed on the small, varnished side-table. I was sort of listening to it, but not really. Honestly, I had other things on my mind.
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
Fang had left the Flock all day again today to spend time with Bridgid. I don't know what's gotten in to him lately… His absence today wasn't for the first time. He'd been gone on and off all week. Hell, I don't know where this hatred I feel for her is coming from. Every time I see her, her little giggle, her smile, I hate it. This mental problem I have with her, is it really normal? I mean, I love him as a brother, but I don't love him that much. Right. So when I see him and my stomach does flips twice to the moon and back it's because I want to protect him. Like the Flock does. Like a Flock leader should.
But does that explain the hatred inside of me, the monster that roars in my chest when I see her with him? Maybe. Part of it, but not all. So what is wrong with me? The kiss on the beach. It was nothing. Instinct. Right?
I'm in the room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm listen'n to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
Damn-well she won't. What? Was that?
I shook my head, leaning back on the mattress. I just needed to clear my mind that was all. It was at that moment when I realized I had been subconsciously listening to some gay country song on the radio.
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
So little country girl had got it right. I felt suddenly intruded on… How often do you hear a song on the radio meant for you? In my life, more often than not, it pays off to be suspicious. Especially with mind-reading little kids who like to match-make rather than play with Barbie dolls like little girls should be doing. Glancing suspiciously around, I wondered whether Angel could mess with radios. Or maybe she was making me think this crap.
But the little giggle(s) in the corner never came. No blond curls hiding behind the bed… Na-da. I sighed and turned up the radio. Might as well see how this turns out.
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see-ee-ee?
You belong with mee-ee-ee
You bel-oong with me
This song was making me depressed. Is this what you wanted Angel?! Me to go mad with this logic?! I thought to her.
Not that she was listening. I started to think that maybe this country chick actually wrote this song. Maybe my situation is common? Or you're just going mad because you have a telepathic/psychotic little sister. And that last sentence was not weird in any way at all.
Walkin' the street with you and your worn out jeans
I can't help thinkin' this is how it ought to be
Laughin' on a park bench thinkin' to myself
Hey isn't this eaa-say!
I could see it in my mind. Classic. Usually not for me. But this was different. Wasn't it? Ahh… Now I was thinking like a little girl crushing on her hot guy-friend would be. That wasn't cool. Not cool at all. Right?
And you've gotta smile that can light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say you're fine I know you better than that
Hey whatchyou doin' with a girl like that?
Only Fang could make me feel wonderful inside when he smiled, only Fang could whisper "It's alright" in my ear after a nightmare and make me feel better, only he--belongs with you. And his smile… it's only so bright when he's around you. And I love him so much
Hey! Little voice in the back o' moi head! That's not cool! I like to finish my own sentences normally!
But maybe it's true.
She wears high-heels I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see-ee-ee
You belong with mee-ee-ee
I had it blasted now. Rattling the house, I belted out with my whole lungs. It must have been quite a scene, with my pathetic voice and dancing. I had caught onto the words.
"Standin' by here waitin' at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby-ee-yy
You belong with mee-ee-ee
You belong with me"
The song slowed down and got quieter, and that was when I noticed I had a miniature audience watching. Fang, gawking his ever-secretive eyes out. Drooling wasn't very becoming of him, that's all I'm gonna say.
"I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry"
For some reason I already knew the words. I sang my heart out right there, looking Fang directly in the eye over my head board. My knees crushed against the mattress with every movement of my hips swaying to the music.
I didn't know what I was doing. I just felt so giddy inside. And like I was doing the right thing. If that helps at all…
"I know your favorite songs
And you tell me 'bout your dreams
'Think I know where you belong
'Think I know it's with mee-ee-ee"
I closed my eyes and pointed to myself, shaking my head in the beat of the music. Like those nerdy people do in front of the mirror. Except it didn't feel so nerdy in front of Fang, I actually was feeling it.
"Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see-ee-ee
You belong with mee-ee-ee
Standin' by here waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know baby-ee-yy
You belong with mee-ee-ee
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe-ee-eee
You belong with ---Mmph!" My mouth was closed off from singing by Fangs lips on mine. What the hell?! I pushed him away.
"What are you doing?! You cheating pig! And you think you're loyal!" Fangs eyebrows shot up about a mile high.
"What? What more do you want from me?"
"Say it. You know what I want you to say, so say it!"
"What?!"
"Say it!"
"I…" he mumbled under his breath, "love you more right now than I could ever love Bridgid."
I smiled.
"You belong with me." I finished the song.
"I know." And his lips were on mine. Maybe Country-chick wasn't so gay after all. I smiled on his lips, and rubbed my nose against his.
You belong with me
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Cheesy. I know. At least at the end. But Fax lovers, did that satisfy?? XD it better have, cause I ain't got much more in me… lol.
Did I spell "Bridgid" right, you spastic freaks out there? Jk jk!! I mean you people who are obsessed with Maximum Ride! Because I wasn't quite sure…