A/N: So, yeah, this is another song-fic/two-shot that I know has been done many times, but whatever. Surprisingly enough this is Taylor Swift again, who I don't even listen to too much, I like more alternative/indie stuff, but I guess her songs are easy to write song-fics with. Then again, that's like the last thing I wrote was Twilight, which I don't even like (and that one-shot sucked big time). Oh yeah, this isn't one of those song-fics where there's the lyrics and next to each line there's a sentence, 'cuz those are annoying as heck. Thanks, Twinks
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or Taylor Swift's You Belong With Me
A/N: Oh, yeah, plz read the lyrics 'cuz they're changed, and it would kinda defeat the purpose if you didn't.
3rd Person P.O.V.
"You're on the phone with your boyfriend, he's upset
He's going off about something that you said
He doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in my room, it's a typical Tuesday night
I'm bulidin' bombs with him in mind
And he'll never know your story like I do
But he wears tennis shorts, I wear t-shirts
He's team captain and I'm in detention
Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could 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' down the street with you and your new blue jeans
I can't help thinking, this is how it ought to be
Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself
Hey, isn't this easy?
And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town
I haven't seen it in awhile since he brought you down
You say you're fine, I know you better than that
Hey, watcha doing with a guy like that?
He's got Italian shoes, I've got sneakers
He's team captain, and I'm in detention
Dreaming 'bout the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by, waiting at your kitchen table
All this time, how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh, I remember you running 'to my arms, in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry
I know your favorite songs and you tell my about your dreams
I think I know where you belong, I think I know it's me
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
Standing by or waiting at your bedroom door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me
Have you ever thought, just maybe?
You belong with me
You belong with me"
"Never would have pegged you for a guy who re-writes Taylor Swift in his free time," remarked Ella, startling the sightless teen lounging on his bunk, guitar in hand.
"Never would have pegged you for the type to date guys in tennis shorts. I mean, I understand the whole "football captain" thing and the expensive taste stuff. But really, El, tennis shorts?," scoffed Iggy. "I was actually glad to be blind…"
He was cut-off with an "Oh, shut-up" and the whiz of a pillow as it was thrown through the air.
"Now, now, Ella no need for violence, I mean you wouldn't want to hurt the one who makes the bombs now would you? Right? Ella?"
When Iggy didn't hear the familiar giggle, he became nervous that Ella had detected the jealousy and disgust underneath his teasing tone when he had first brought up her "boyfriend". At first there were light footsteps and then he felt the bed shift as Ella made herself comfortable next to him. "I broke up with him this afternoon, you know," she murmured.
Uncomfortable, yet slightly hopeful, Iggy stuttered out, "Oh, um, sorry, er, why? I mean, you don't have to tell me of course, it's really none of my business, I was just wondering, I mean your Max's sister…"
And was once again interrupted. As Ella pulled back she whispered, "That's why."
In the end, Iggy decided he didn't really mind not finishing sentences…
A/N: TA-DA!! I didn't think it was too bad. Next chappie (but it's not really a chappie 'cuz this one never happened in the next one…yeah…) is FAX. And plz read the lyrics to the next one, too, 'cuz they're different than these ones. Review, plz (even if it's just to say this waz horrible) !!