Title: You Belong With Me

Author's Note: I've been working on this for quite a while now, and I hope it pays off. I've split the song up by lyrics and I'm not sure how many chapters it will be, but not very long. Most chapters will be a few song lines long. I know there is another fiction out with this title, but I hope you find this different.

Reviews are welcomed and constructive comments as well.

Song: "You Belong With Me" – Taylor Swift

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset

"Did you get the popcorn?" I asked, crashing into the sofa and folding my long legs under me. In my hand was a king-size package of apple-flavored Sour Straws, my guilty pleasure in the candy category.

Shane padded into the family room, copying my gesture with much more agility, while also hugging a bowl the size of my head full of salty and buttery goodness. "No, I decided to leave it in the microwave."

Our sarcastic humor was only one of the many traits we shared. I made a face at him while nibbling on the end of my sugarcoated straw. "Ooh, Shane's got jokes."

He refuted with an equally crazy composure, and I just laughed and rolled my eyes. "Start the movie already, would you?"

He obliged and the opening credits of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets began, the eerie theme music echoing through my house. Yes, we were required to watch this classic. Shane and I had been best friends since kindergarten and Tuesday Movie Night was a tradition.

"Oh no, little Harry! Jump, jump out the window into Ron's old car! Don't forget your owl, silly Harry," I laughed, creating my own random commentary like I did to every movie Shane and I watched together.

Shane glared at me, but I could see the humor deep in his chocolate eyes. "I thought you liked this movie – must you mock it?"

I leaned in crinkling my nose in thought, "Umm, yes," I replied obviously, "This is like my favorite part."

Shane rolled his eyes, knowing full well that I was just doing this to get him to laugh, and while it was working now, I knew that it would fade all too quickly. As if the thought were taboo, her ring tone muted the television.

He scrambled to retrieve the silver cell phone from his pocket, forgetting all about our conversation and me. "Hey, Emily."

I frowned, my chest throbbing as he ignored me. "Grace, can you please turn it down?"

I looked up at him, anger boiling. He'd already returned to his precious girlfriend and seeing how girlfriend of a month always trumps best friend of thirteen years I was now alone. I obediently turned off the movie, my happy mood deflating with his every word.

I fingered a loose thread on the knee of Shane's sweatpants that I borrowed a long time ago. I missed my old best friend, the best friend I'd stupidly fallen for, and the best friend I could do anything with anytime and not have to worry about his jealous girlfriend.

But that Shane was gone.

I tried to tune out Shane's futile banter with what sounded like an upset Emily, but her high-pitched screeches were hard to flout. I sighed heavily, taking out my own scratched cell phone that had been dropped way too many times in flourish to try and catch Shane's attention. No use.

She's going off about something that you said

"No, babe, that's not what I meant. Really –" Shane stood from the couch, the warmth of his body startlingly absent. My options were thin concerning him. Either I got over my obsession, and stayed his silent best friend while he pranced behind Emily's demands, or I risked our friendship by confessing my true feelings.

Hmm, one sounded marginally easier. I don't think I could function without Shane, even if I wasn't always number one in his life.

"No Em, I'm not doing anything today. We can hang out." I gaped at him behind his back, planting my feet on the floor. He'd never threatened this tradition before; did I mean nothing to him?

He closed his phone with a relieved sigh, turning to face my angered form. Crossing my arms over my aqua robot graphic tee, I glared at the floor, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Look, Grace, I'm really sorry, but Emily wants me to go shopping with her and…" He faded lamely, fetching his jacket from the hook in the hall.

I stormed after him, my temper following. "Shane, this is our tradition. Can't she wait until tomorrow afternoon?"

"I know, Gracie, but it's Emily and…" That always seemed to be his excuse. 'It's Emily and…' as if that explained absolutely everything. He was the only person I ever let call me 'Gracie' and suddenly I was pushing away the sound of it.

I tried to stay calm, but it was difficult when he kept bringing her up. "And what, Shane? I thought at least this meant something to you! We never talk anymore!"

There was an internal fight in his alluring eyes, his hand already poised above the door handle. "I'm sorry, Grace. I'll call you later, I promise."

He was pleading with me now and I had to avoid his eyes; I knew I would give in if I stared for too long. Shane had some sort of influential power over me, certainly a detriment to my argument. He opened the door, a begging look in my direction.

"You know what – fine, Shane. You go. Maybe I'll call Nate and invite him over, or maybe Jasper, you know, that guy from homeroom? I'm sure either of them would love to sit around and watch movies with me." I suppose that was hitting a sore spot.

Shane has always been protective of me. The fact that I'm in love with him isn't the only reason I've never had a boyfriend that lasted for more than a week. He was always jealous of the time I spent alone with other guys, even his brothers. He claimed they 'weren't good enough for me' or ' too old for me' or 'too young for me', the list went on and on. I used to think it was flattering, but recently it was downright unfair.

His eyes darkened, though still apologetic, and I slammed the door in his angelic face so I wouldn't have to see his expression. I crossed my arms roughly over my heart that felt so vulnerable it could tear, and slid down the front door.