You Belong With Me

Your on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset / She's going off about something that you said / 'Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do
"Oh my god! Justin it was just a joke! Like, seriously, take it easy!" Britney said raising her eyebrows at Christina. "Ok...whatever, bye," Britney hung up. As soon as she did, Christina burst out laughing. A few seconds later, Britney started laughing too. Christina couldn't believe that Justin would get upset at the little joke about Justin's hair. They both laughed until they were reduced to tears.

I'm in the room, it's 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
"Hey Brit," Christina said, picking up the phone. "How'd you know it was me?" Britney asked after a moments hesitation. "You always call at six on Tuesdays," Christina stated. "So what are you up to?" Britney questioned quitely. "Just listening to some old school Whitney. Hey Brit, are you ok? Did something else happen with Reg?" Christina asked, concerned about her best friend. "Not really, just the same old sexism..." Britney sighed sadly. "I'm coming over," Christina said, hanging up before Britney's usual protests could start.

But she wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts / She's Cheer Captain and I'm on the bleachers / Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find / What you're looking for has been here the whole time
Christina has had a crush on Britney since they still had their mouse ears. But of course it could never happen, not in this life anyway. There might've been a chance, if it weren't for two problems. One: Britney's not attracted to girls in any way, shape, or form. Two: they were too socially different. Britney was the popular girl; the innocent one with big brown eyes. Christina was the (for lack of better word) school dyke. Unfortunately, before she came to terms with liking girls she fucked her way through the schools football, basketball, and swim teams. Sure, Britney dressed more provacatively, but she somehow managed to look innocent even in her short skirts and belly tops. Christina looked skanky wearing t-shirts and jeans. But there were times, during football games, where she would just look over to Britney, see her cheering her little heart out and just forget about everything. She would let herself hope that one day, just maybe, the stars and the moon and the earth would align and they could possibly have a chance.

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 know Brit, I honestly just don't get you. You have these crazy mood swings! Like, at the beginning of the day you are all happy, and around the middle of the day you get all pissy or cry and shit...I really just don't get you!" Justin chuckled. They were all sitting around eating pizza after the last football game. Britney just shrugged. "Maybe she doesn't want you to understand...I mean I get her just fine." Christina said. "Oh yeah? Care to explain her then?" Justin asked. "Hells to the no! It's too complex for any male brain to comprehend. And no, it's not PMS." Christina added, sensing the stupid answer Justin would come up with. "Whatever. Anyway, it makes sense that you would get her better than me...you two have been attached at the hip since you were like 12." Justin said rolling his eyes. Christina smiled. "Yeah. Well, anyway, why don't we stop talking about Britney like she's not here, yeah?" Christina said. Britney shot Christina a grateful smile.

Walking the streets with you and your worn-out jeans / I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be / Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself / Hey, isn't this easy?
"So, Chrissy, got yourself a girlfriend yet?" Britney asked. "Nah..." Christina laughed. "Any crushes?" Britney smiled. Christina sighed and looked at Britney. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy ponytail and she was wearing a white t-shirt with jeans that she's had for like, 2 years and she had artfully ripped them in places which made them look more fashionable. Of course, only Britney could pull off looking fashionable on a lazy Saturday. One of her arms were on the back of the park bench, her face was turned to Christina, eargerly awaiting an answer. "No." Christina answered finally, shaking her head, "Hmm...too bad." Britney whispered, a flash of severe disappointment going through her eyes. Or maybe that was just Christina's imagination.

And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town / I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down / You say you're fine, I know you better than that / Hey, what cha doing with a girl like that?
"Hey, you've been smiling a lot today, that's nice to see for a change. Is Justin still being an asshole?" Christina asked, switching the subject from her love life. "He doesn't know that he's being an asshole. He still thinks the flirting doesn't bother me...and really, it doesn't. It's just him being a horny teenage boy." Britney said, forcing a smile. "Brit, who are you trying to convince...me or you?" Christina asked. "Look. It's not like he's gonna cheat on me. It's all innocent." Britney said, getting angry. "I don't think he's going to cheat on you. I just think you deserve better. Someone who wouldn't feel the need to flirt constantly with every girl in a 5 mile radius. Someone who could appreciate and understand you -"  "What, someone like you?!" Britney interrupted angrily. Christina went pale. "Yeah, like you fucking didn't think I noticed you giving me all those creepy stares?! And then you have the nerve to try and turn me against my boyfriend?! God, he told me something like this was going to happen! I should've listened! You're so..just..you know what?! Leave me the fuck alone!" Britney yelled furiously, stomping off from the bench. Christina sat there. She was shaking, completely pale, and her fists were clenched so tightly her nails were digging into the palms of her hands drawing blood. She looked like she was about to vomit, but really she was holding back tears. Only one thought went through her mind. I'll kill him. I'll fucking kill him!

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 'bout to cry / And I know your favourite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams / Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me
Christina looked at her alarm clock. It was 1 am, 2 weeks after the fight that she and Britney got into. The phone was ringing. Christina didn't know who the fuck was calling at this hour, the day before her Biology exam, but she was about to rip them a new one. "I'm sorry...I'm soo fucking sorry Chrissy...O-oh my g-god." Christina heard a female crying as she picked up her phone. "Britney?" Christina said, heart racing. "What's wrong?" "C-can I over?" Britney asked. "Well, as long as you're quiet enough to not wake up my dogs. They might bite off your tit if you wake them at this hour." Christina joked. Britney laughed reluctantly.
10 minutes later, Britney was in Christina's room crying on her shoulder. "He cheated on me..." Britney whispered. "What?!" Christina exclaimed. "He cheated...on me." Britney said, pointing at herself. "I'm going to kill him...I'm actually going to fucking kill him." Christina realized. "No, no no! Don't please." Britney said smiling. "Ok, but just for you." Christina said, also smiling. "Oh, um by the way, I'm really sorry about what I said the other day." Britney said shyly, her head down. "No, really, it's fine. I completely understand." Christina said. "Um, just so you know, I know it's not true." Britney said, looking into Christina's eyes. Christina and Britney were sitting up next to each other with their backs against the backboard of Christina's bed. One of Christina's arms were behind Britney's back, the other across her stomach. Christina thought for a few moments about how much she new about Britney. She new her dreams, her favourite everything, her crushes, the bad things she's done, the good things she's done, her problems, what makes her laugh, and everything in between. Christina actually knew everything about Britney, and Britney knew almost everything about her. Almost. The 'almost' in there bugged Christina. It felt unfair that she could know everything about Britney, her deepest darkest secrets, and Britney didn't know everything about her. Christina bit her lip and took a deep breathe. "I'm not so sure." Christina whispered and closed her eyes. "Wha- oh...um wow..that's...intense..." Britney giggled. "I'm sorry.." Christina said. "No! Don't be, you can't help it. Besides, it doesn't really bug me, I mean, if I ever am in need of some good ol' lez lovin'..." Britney trailed off. "I'm definitely your girl!" Christina laughed and winked. Britney started laughing too.
So maybe someday the stars and the moon and the earth would align, on the same day when lightening struck the same place twice, the day when they finally stopped making the Halloween movies, Nick Carter ceased to be chubby, a 15 year-old became a superstar, and Micheal Jackson died (yeah, right! Is he even human enough to die?). But when those things finally happened (or at least three), Britney and Christina would definitely, without a doubt, be together.

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