You Belong With Me:// Sabrina Carpenter and Tom Holland

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Sabrina Carpenter

Is it weird that I blast my own music? Some may call it conceited but I'd like to think otherwise. It's like a ritual. Every Tuesday night I play my music and jump around my room.

Singing my heart out to Can't Blame A Girl For Trying is cut off by a sharp bang on my front door. It's 8 P. M. and I'm not expecting anyone. I slowly walk towards it and open it.

Surprise, surprise. It's Leena.

"Um, hi?" I open the door wider and shift my weight on my feet.

"Yeah, okay. I only came to tell you to turn down that shitty music because me and Tom are trying to... well you know. And the walls are thin. Thanks, bye." And with that, Lenna walks her small frame out of my view.

Did she just call my music shitty?

I roll my eyes, shut the door, and turn off my stereo.

I spend the next two hours writing a new song that I'll probably end up scrapping. I take my cup of tea and walk outside to my chair.

Moments of peace and quiet are ended with a sweaty, shirtless Tom coming out onto his own balcony.

"Hey, Sab. Sorry about before, y'know Leena going to your door and everything." Tom sits down and faces towards the city.

"Oh, yeah that's no problem." I look over to Tom and see love bites all around from his neck to his v-line. Scratches are littered around his shoulders down his back.

The conversation mainly ended there until his door slid open, revealing a half naked Leena.

"Babe, I was thinking, I need a shower and so do you. Maybe we can save water?" Leena bites her lip and rubs her hand around Tom's torso.

"Yeah sure. I'll be in, in a minute." Tom looked apologetic as if to say he's sorry I had to hear that.

"See yah later, Tom." I sigh and put my head in my hands.

I can't compete with Leena. She's got it all. I write shitty music and look like I've eating thanksgiving dinner every night.

I'm gonna change. I'll try to change. So maybe Tom will give me a chance.