A/N: Songfic again, because I am a master. I am sure it's been done before, but I heard this while driving tonight. You Belong With Me is by Taylor Swift. Pull it up on YouTube and listen while you read.
Belong
By Melissa
"We seek the comfort of another. Someone to share and share the life we choose. Someone to help us through the never-ending attempt to understand ourselves. And in the end, someone to comfort us along the way." - Marlin Finch Lupus
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You're on the phone with your girlfriend, She's upset
She's going off about something that you said
She doesn't get your humor like I do
I'm in the room, its a typical Tuesday night
I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like
And she'll never know your story like I do
You cell phone has been ringing on and off for the last half an hour. You were making a good show of trying to ignore it and just spend time with me. I appreciated the effort, but we both knew you were going to answer it eventually.
You flipped it open and it was her. She wasn't thrilled from the volume of the words emanating from the small hand held device. I couldn't tell what was being said, but it certainly wasn't happy.
Lilly was trying to calm her girlfriend down, with little success.
I watched her as she got up and began to pace. Obviously anything she said was rebuffed. After a few minutes of this, she said goodbye and hung up. She then turned to me with a very apologetic look.
"I know," I sigh. "You have to go."
"I'm sorry. You know how Rebecca can be."
I nod, not trusting myself to say anything else. Or I might just tell Lilly exactly what I think of her cheer captain girlfriend.
Or, I might just tell my blonde best friend just how much I am in love with her.
She gives me a small wave, grabs her jacket and backpack and leaves out of my room. I sigh in frustration as the door clicks shut.
I walk over to my stereo and grab the remote. My iPod is docked to it, and I am positive what playlist it is set to. I hit the play button and music begins to fill the room.
This is a group of your favorite songs and ones that remind me of you. She hates your taste in music. But I love it.
But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming bout the day when you'll wake up and find
That what you're lookin' 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
Lilly and the rest of the high school soccer team were on the field against a rival high school. Rebecca was leading the cheer squad while I sat in the bleachers to watch the object of my affection. I was not paying particular attention to her toned legs. Not at all.
Sports are definitely not my thing, but as long as Lilly plays I will be here, cheering her on.
Not like her girlfriend of course, with her bordering on indecent skirt. I'd like to take her pompoms and shove them up her nose.
My skater chick is a star defensive back on our girls soccer team. Scouts from colleges have caught word about her and have been attending games this season. She's amazing. But I already knew that. I've always known that.
The game was tied late in the second half. Lilly made a goal line stop on a well placed strike off a corner kick. The crowd, and I, cheered.
So did Rebecca and her group.
Sadness grips my heart as Lilly jogs near the sideline and throws a wink at her girlfriend.
I wish she would look at me like that. I wish I had the spine to grab her and shake her, telling her I have been right here all along.
Walkin' the streets with you in your worn out jeans
I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughing on the park bench thinkin' 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 she brought you down
You say you find I know you better than that
Hey, Whatcha doing with a girl like that?
It's always been the greatest, just being in her company. We don't have to be doing anything at all. When I am near her is when I am at my happiest.
I have to keep myself from grabbing her hand, or wrapping an arm around her shoulders or waist. Not because of how it would look. Oh no. In fact, before my red headed nemesis showed on the scene Lilly and I would link arms, or hold hands as we walked.
No, because I know if I touch her innocently, I will want to touch her more. And I don't know if I will be able to control myself.
We sat on a park bench, talking and laughing. I didn't know it was possible to feel so comfortable with a person. With her, it is so easy.
I say something slightly witty, and she smiles and laughs. Not that fake one she puts on when she's with Becca, but the real one. The one I haven't seen in a good long time.
"It's nice to see you smile again."
"What do you mean? I smile all the time."
I nudge her shoulder with mine. "Not the one that is really you."
She chuckled slightly. "I didn't know I had different smiles."
God, I want to kiss her. I can't tell her I haven't seen her real smile since she started dating the cheer queen. I've been trying really hard, for Lilly's sake.
I want to ask her why on earth she's with a girl like that.
Why she isn't with me instead.
Standin' by, waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that?
You belong with me
You belong with me
Oh I remember you driving to my house 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 me about your dreams
I think I know where you belong. I think I know it's with me.
It's a little after midnight and I hear my phone chirp, signaling I have a text message. I open it to see who is trying to get a hold of me at this hour.
It said simply: Lilly landing in 15.
True to her word, her car pulled into my driveway a quarter of an hour later. I was waiting by the front door, so as not to wake Dad or Jackson.
Something is wrong, because she looks like she is about to cry.
"Lils?"
She falls into my arms and is trembling. She isn't crying, not yet anyway. I can count on one hand the number of times I have seen Lilly cry in all the years I have known her.
We walked upstairs to my room, my arm firmly around her waist. She takes a seat on my bed, and I sit next to her.
"You all right?"
She was quiet for a few seconds. "Becca and I got in a huge fight. I didn't know where else to go."
"I'm glad you chose here. You want to talk about it?"
"Can we not?"
"Sure."
I start counting down in my head. '5…4…3…2…1'
"Why does it have to be this difficult?" She pounded the mattress. "Argh!!"
I shrug. My track record in relationships wasn't exactly stellar.
"Can you leave my mattress alone? It's done nothing to you." I really should shut up before I say something I can't take back. "As they would say on MTV Cribs, 'This is where the magic doesn't happen…'" I stroke the comforter suggestively.
Her gorgeous blue eyes go wide and she laughs out loud. I immediately join in.
"How…can…you…always…make…me…laugh?" She could barely get the words out between giggles.
We talked for a while longer, before sleep would claim her. She is slumbering on my bed, and I want nothing more than to join her. But I know if I do, if I curl around her, I will never, ever let her go.
I grab a blanket and curl up in the basket chair in the corner.
Sleep wouldn't be visiting me this night.
Can't you see that I'm the one who understand you?
Been here all along so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by or waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know that
You belong with me
You belong with me
As I put books away, I see Becca hanging all over some jock from the football team. I wasn't surprised, but I was formulating ways to shove her in a locker. Or lock her in the trunk of Jackson's car.
Lilly walked up to me and paid the red head no mind. I glace uneasily back and forth.
"It's okay, Miles. Becca and I broke up. She can drape herself over whatever idiot she wants."
This is a surprise.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. We weren't mean to be. It's a shame it took me so long to realize it."
"I'm sorry, Lils."
"Don't be. It's her loss, right?"
"Absolutely."
We started walking to our next class, Math. We both took a seat in the back. About half way through the class, she tapped me on the back. I turned around covertly and she passed me a note.
I opened it and read.
You belong with me. I'm sorry it took me so long to see it.
I sat stock still, not sure if I had fallen asleep in class again and was dreaming.
I turned around and she nodded and smiled at me.
The real smile.
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me