Taylor's Love Story

You Belong With Me

"Oh come on, Miley! Just... Hey, calm down... I said calm down for godsake!!! No! I'm not mad!... ah-I mean, no, I'm not mad..."

That loud voice caught my attention from the dirty rubber shoe I was cleaning. It's not just because of the mild, aggressive yet soothing voice of Drew but because of the conversation.

"I am not blaiming you. I didn't mean to offend you, you know that..."

Are they fighting over the phone?

Don't be stupid Taylor, isn't it obvious?

But what can I do?

Drew held his phone like he wanted to crush it, then threw it to the bed. Frustrated, he sat down with his palm at his face.

Oh how I wish I' m beside him, telling him everything will be alright....

Then he looked through the window and I know he saw me. Iwaved at him with a smile. My heart skips a beat when he stands and move closer to the window only to find out that he will close the curtains...

It crushed my soul into pieces that can never be whole again...

That's so melow dramatic Taylor!

I want to cry! I want to scream! I want to hate him for ignoring me but instead, i hate myself for not hating him!

I turn my music player on and set it to maximum volume.

Ahhh... My favorite song... And Miley's hated song.

I don't care about her! Why would I? She ruined our friendship, my possible lovelife, and my life, period!

+++next day+++

I'm at the bench, waiting for... ah... something.... I really don't know what I am doing here.

Then suddenly, an angel walks towards me. His smile could kill a thousand more angels... aaaawww.... How I missed that smile. 

"Hey, ah-" He runs his fingers through his gorgeous  hair, "I'm sorry for what I acted last night."

"Acted? What? Oh! I don't even remember. Hahahaha!"

Now, that's overacting minus the acting. It's pretty obvious that I was disappointed.

"I'm really sorry. It's just that," he sighs, "Miley was mad at me."

"Why, what happened?"

"May I?" he asked, pointing to the space in the bench.

"Of course." Then he sat beside me, I could smell his cologne, Hugo Boss.

"I told her she's my world." Ouch. "And then... she acted weird like 'are you saying I'm fat?' and I'm like, what the heck are you talking about?"

He is laughing now. That is a relief.

"I mean, if someone told you that, what would you say or what would you think?" he asked me.

"Ah... I-if y-you told..." Swallow, "me, that I'm your... world?" This is it! I should tell him! I must tell him! I will tell him! 

He is looking straight through my eyes it makes me nervous. "Well, I would be happy."

Happy? Is that the best you got?

"Oh."

"Yes. And, you know I understand everything that you are going through. I know you from head to foot and ever since I could remember and I really think that you should be with someone who would l-l-love you... the way you deserve to be loved. Do you understand me?"