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You Belong With Me

Chapter 2: Teardrops On My Guitar

SPOV

I got to Chad's house around 7 that night. His house? One word: HUGE!

I Knocked on Chad's back door (he told me to go around the back. Why? I have no idea.) I knocked on the door and waited awhile. Like ten minute. I was seriously considering just walking away.

Chad opened the door. He was in old, worn out jeans and a plain white T-shirt. I stepped forward about to enter his house when he said, "Hey, why don't we go for a walk?"

"okay," I said a little confused. We strolled down to the nearest McDonalds and grabbed two burgers and a fry to split. Then we walked over to the park, which was a block away. We sat on the park bench and ate our food. No one spoke until we finished eating.

"So," Chad said, "what did you want to talk about?"

I glanced at Chad and blushed. He looked amazing. His golden hair was a little messy from the wind and his eyes sparkled with the twinkle of the stars above.

"You can't go on dating that girl if you don't like her," I blurted out. Wow, wasn't that easier than I thought? Chad sighed and his slight grin turned into a frown.

"It's complicated Sonny," He said, avoiding eye contact.

"Do you like her?" I asked, worry in my voice. What if he said yes?

"No, but I have to date her. If I could dump her, she would already be in the land fill, forget the dumpster!" Chad said. I smiled a little at this bad joke. Let's just say, if I'm a teen to comedy, than Chad's a baby just taking his first steps.

When Chad's eyes caught my smile he beamed. I could tell it had been so long for him since I laughed at one of his (bad) jokes.

"Okay, then its plan time!"

"Plan time?"

"Yes plan time!" I said standing up, "We need to come up with a plan that will let you break up with Mimi without breaking up with Mimi." Chad scrunched his eyebrows together and said, "huh?"

"I've got it!" I said. I heard Chad mutter something like 'good 'cause I didn't.'

"Chad, all we have to do is circulate a story that you're cheating on Mimi, 'accidentally' let a picture surface of you and the girl that's not Mimi, then confirm that you were dating this other girl but it wasn't cheating because you and Mimi broke up a while ago. Mr. Condor has to agree to that because if he doesn't then that means you had to have been cheating on Mimi, which would be very bad publicity! Yes, this could really work!"

Chad looked at me confused.

"Okay, but who should this other girl be?" he asked biting his lip a little.

"Ahem," I muttered, trying to get him to say 'hey, Sonny, how about you?' It didn't work.

"She should be someone I'm friends with," Chad said in deep thought.

"You know, I love singing," I said quite loudly, "Do, re, ME, fa, so, la, ti, do!"

"She should also be a good actress," He said, oblivious to any words I said.

"Today was really Sonny wasn't it? I had to act like it wasn't too hot for me though," I said.

"She should also already be a bit famous," Chad said. Boys are idiots.

I stepped under a street lamp so it shone on me like a spotlight.

"Hey, Chad!" I called from my personal spotlight, waving my arm so he would notice.

When Chad turned, the light from the street lamp hit his face and for the first time I could quite clearly see a smirk across his face.

"You really want to be my fake girlfriend that badly, huh Munroe?" He asked, laughing slightly. My smile instantly fell and my cheeks grew steadily hotter and hotter.

"Uh…" was all I could say.

"Well, lucky you, you've got the part. Pick you up at five tomorrow, 'kay?"

We walked back to Chad's house and from there I drove myself home. My mom was at work so I was all alone at home. I sat in the living room, on my couch. I grabbed my guitar and played the first song that came to mind based on how I felt right now. No, I was not happy. It's hard to explain, but it goes a little something like 'I am so close to being his real girlfriend, but all he will ever think of me as is his fake date.'

I started strumming and singing along to my own music.

"He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star,
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do,

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart,
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do,
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough,
And he's all that I need to fall into," I sang. Yes, I skipped a part, but I liked it better my way.

My guitar lay strings up on my lap after I finished playing. I thought of every memory I had of Chad. Even the most infuriating ones made me smile and go misty eyed. And as I remembered that he danced with me at my prom to make up for the horrible night I had had, a single teardrop slid down my face, landing on the polished wood surface of my guitar.

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