Title: You Belong With Me

Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait for this. This is the last chapter. This is my spring break, but my right now my mom is unexpectedly in the hospital. I've tried writing, but I'm in one of those slumps where everything I write sounds bad or the worst, nothing comes onto paper. Anyway, I was thinking of writing a sort of sequel to this. Another short story, and a song-fic, but maybe make Nate the main character instead. I don't know. Let me know if any of you would find that interesting to read.

Song: "You Belong With Me" – Taylor Swift


I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.

"Yes. Yes, you do." I communicated calmly, although my mind was traveling far ahead of the time and place. I imagined the truth to his statement. If Emily was gone than the only thing left to do was—

Shane sighed, such of a troubled teenager. That was something I'd prayed we'd never become, but maybe God was shoving us through this drama to show us something. To prove we could emerge in one piece. "Before I came here, I was at Emily's house."

I'd decided to keep quiet until this monologue had reach and entirety. I'd only understand at the end anyway. "I… I felt the obligation as a boyfriend to share with her my dream. I know that sounds awfully stupid, but she had the right to know what my feelings were too. I was afraid that it would make her hate you more than she already does, but God was telling me that I had to."

I nodded along, eager to hear the outcome and allowing him to grasp that I would do the same. "She looked angry at first, but then she insisted…it wasn't true. She…she tried making moves on me…"

I must have looked as clueless as I felt, for he quickly clarified, embarrassed. "Emily tried having sex with me."

I might have gasped, not sure. Instantly my fingers flew to his left finger – his purity ring – although we were already grasping hands. "Shane – you didn't, did you!?"

He exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief, "No! Of course I didn't. You think I would break my faith and promise to God, myself, and my family over some girl I don't even like?"

"W-Well, n-no," I sputtered, feeling quite foolish for reacting so severely and jealously. I didn't say half the vile things I was thinking towards her, but then my brain caught up and unclouded, then re-clouded. "Wait, you don't like Emily? Shane, I'm so confused right now. I hate being confused."

He truly smiled, my goal, and distracted me by grazing my palm with the tips of his fingers. "I know you do. Just listen and I'll explain.

"At that point I was still mixed about what I was feeling and… I'm mortified to say she got pretty far before I realized what was really going on." His eyes flickered to me while I tried to hide my nausea at the image of Emily… He tightened his grip on my hand in security. "At that point I basically pushed her off and summed up all respect not to hit that girl. I told her we were over and to stay away from you and me forever. I was so ashamed of myself that by the time I got here, well…you saw me."

I referred to his broken state; a being I noticed had mended just within the last half hour or more. I couldn't track time around him. I lost it too easily.

"Grace, I came here because I know something to be an absolute fact. I've been in love with you for way too long without even knowing it. You said that when I realized I needed you I'd know where I belong. I think I know where I belong now. I think I know its with you."

The words flowed so passionately; I almost thought he hadn't really said this. That I had accidentally fallen asleep and all of this was a cruel dream of my imagination, oh, how I would hate myself.

"Gracie…please say something…" I hadn't realized I hadn't responded. He was literally pleading with me, a reminder of an earlier exchange between us. I could tell the risk of rejection was abruptly terrifying to him, something that might not have occurred.

I tuned back into reality, smiling brightly, spreading contagiously to his tanned facials. "Sorry, it's just… I've waited so long to hear that. I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming—I'm…not dreaming, am I?"

Shane grinned, stealing my breath the way he loved to. "Not unless we're having the same dream... So does this mean what I hope it means?"

I detached on of our interlocked hands to caress his silky cheek and whisper to him, "I am in love with you, Shane."

He grinned; advancing on me and sealing what little distance we'd left between us. "Thank God."

I shivered just before his lips introduced mine, due to his seductive tone and husky voice. I'd never experienced this feeling, but it was a through the roof, touching the stars, never coming down sensation that I prayed wouldn't be forgotten.

I gathered he mirrored the feeling, for he deepened the kiss considerably after only a few short seconds, syncing our mouths as one and massaging his fingers through my waves of hair tantalizingly slowly.

"You belong with me."

I couldn't have asked for anything more.


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

Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

A/N: Thanks for all the support on this fic, those of you who reviewed. I know there weren't many, but I appreciate it. Please let me know if anyone likes the idea of a sequel. It would contain Grace and Shane, but I like Nate so it would probably be centered on him. Thank you!