angelina walked back into her homewith several thoughts crowded into her head. some shouting at her for liking her very own best friend, and some telling her to shoot her shot. she didn't like the latter's suggestion very much.
"oh, you're back!" aiden was awake now. he didn't seem to care much for the fact that she left him in the middle of the night, and he was already playing video games. despite the fact they had school later on that day. "where've you been?"
"just out with ranboo," she yawned. "can i tell you something? and you have to promise not to make fun of it."
her brother nodded. "i guess." he joked, taking his headphones off and kicking his feet up.
"i think i like ranboo," she said. at his shocked face, angelina continued. "yeah, i know. and you won't believe it. he told me - he likes another girl. fucking hayden lamrow. and he asked me for advice to ask her to homecoming!"
"oh, shit," aiden said. "she's that girl who . . . you know. right?"
angelina nodded frantically. "yes! and he likes her? she brutally made fun of me in the eighth grade! and still kind of does - and you're telling me he's gonna look past that?"
aiden scoffed. "what an ass. and you like him?"
angelina frowned. "yeah. what a punch in the gut, huh? thanks for talking shit with me. what time is it?" she loved her brother dearly. though they bully each other constantly, he's always there to talk.
"uh -" he glanced at his watch. "oh shit. seven o'clock. we better get moving or mom and dad will kick our asses." he said, scrambling out of her room, likely running to his before anyone else saw him.
she smiled and sat on the edge of her bed, already dressed and ready. on the edge of her incredibly messy desk, she saw a journal with plenty of writing. walking towards it, she picked it up, along with a stray pen she found elsewhere. she scribbled messily.
you're 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.
"ANGELINA!" her mother's voice rung loudly through the house, causing the girl to throw the journal in the corner of her room. "are you awake?" she barged in the room.
"no," angelina deadpanned. "i'm going to the basement. i'm already ready." she smiled calmly at her mother and walked past her, rushing down the stairs with a tune stuck in her mind.
reaching the room where all instruments lay, angelina checked the time. twenty minutes until she had to leave. then she better get to work.
wracking her brain for what she wrote down already, she rewrote it somewhere on a sticky note and hung it on the wall. this was how she wrote her songs - writing random stanzas and throwing them together in the end.
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.
and she wrote. and wrote. and wrote. and wrote. wrote until her mother called her name once more, yelling 'ranboo's outside', which made her both frown and smile.
she glanced over at the wall of sticky notes.
"you belong with me." she frowned.
☽˚⁀➷ AUTHOR NOTE . . . ⚘ when she's taylor swift
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