This is a rewrite, kind of. I went through, read it, was like 'this is crap, must. fix.' and made the ending more realistic, and added a few extra things. Tis longer, and I like to think better. I'll leave the original up, just in case. This one-shot was inspired by the song 'You Belong With Me' by Taylor Swift. People may hate her and the song, but I think the song describes how a lot of girls out there feel.
Warnings: language and man-cooties.
Meant to Be
"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over." ~Unknown
We're in his room when the call comes in.
"It's the girlfriend." He tells me.
Oh. It's her. I nod, not looking up from my history book. There's a test tomorrow on the French Revolution, and we're studying for it together.
"What's wrong?" I hear him ask. The concern in his voice catches my attention, and I look up from the book to watch him. His face is worried, his mouth is set in a deep frown, and his eyebrows are scrunched together in a way that causes wrinkles to appear on his normally smooth forehead. I glare at the phone in his hand, hoping she can feel it; hoping she can feel my anger at her for causing such a handsome man to have wrinkles.
"I did? When?" He still sounds concerned, but confusion has found its way into his tone. As discreetly as I can, I scoot a little closer, hoping to hear what she's saying. It doesn't work.
"I was just kidding, Jess. I didn't mean anything by it."
Didn't mean it? Didn't mean what?
"No, no. I really don't think that. No, no, I don't think you're ugly…or fat…no, you don't have thick ankles."
I snort, causing Nate's clear blue eyes to flick over to me. I grin when I see one corner of his mouth twitch up in a small smile; a mere fraction of what his normal smile is.
"Yes, Jess. I'm really sorry. No, Jess, I won't ever do it again. Okay, Jess. Okay. Yes, I'll see you tomorrow. Yeah, love ya, too." He shuts the phone, leaning back against his bed, and closing his eyes.
I sit, waiting for him to tell me what happened.
He does. "I went to the mall with her today. She tried a shirt on, and when she came out she asked me if I thought the shirt made her look fat. I thought she was kidding, so I told her that it did. She didn't seem all that affected at the mall, but, I guess, she thought I wasn't kidding."
"What an idiot." I say, knowing he'll understand that I'm not talking about him.
He smiles, letting out soft chuckle. "Don't talk about her like that, Kat."
I raise an eyebrow. "It's the truth, though, isn't it? Sarcasm's, like, the first language you learned. English came after that. If she doesn't know that, then she's an idiot."
"Whatever you say, Kat." He says, his smile widening. "You know, sometimes I think you know me better than I do."
I laugh. "'Course I do! I'm your best friend, silly!" Duh, I love you, you idiot.
It's a typical Tuesday night; with me hanging out in Nate's room, listening to his IPod. I'm lying on my stomach on his floor while he checks his email on the computer.
"Jess hates my IPod." He tells me.
"Really? Why?" I ask, scrolling through the diverse list of artists.
"She says I've got weird tastes. She says the songs I listen to are 'uncool'."
"Psh. Un-cool, my ass. They're frickin' awesome." I say, selecting a Celtic song that I know is Nate's favorite and turning it up really loud so he can hear it.
Nate shuts down his computer and joins me on the floor, lying down and resting his head on my back. "I love this song."
"I know you do." I state as I close my eyes, relaxing under the familiar weight of his head.
"How the hell do you know that?" He asks me, shifting to a more comfortable position.
"'Cause you're my best friend, I know everything about you." How could I not know everything about the man I love?
I'm sitting up in the bleachers at the Friday night football game, watching Nate do what he does best. Win.
My best girl friend is sitting next to me, her kohl-lined eyes riveted on the game.
"Enjoying the show?" I ask when I see a small dribble of drool leak out of the corner of her mouth.
"Hell yeah, I am! Hot, muscular boys in tight-ass pants? What's not to enjoy? I'm gonna have a freaking orgasm from the sheer sexiness of those boys." She says, her eyes never leaving the field.
I laugh when the boy next to her gives her a funny look, then laugh even harder when Anna flips the guy off without ever looking at him.
"So…" Anna starts when my laughing finally dies down. "You confessed yet?"
I look at her, confused. "Confessed to what? A crime?"
She rolls her eyes, smacking me in the back of the head. "No, you idiot. Have you confessed your love to your hunk?"
"Who? Nate?" I ask, turning my gaze back to the game. Oh, look, we scored a touchdown. Go Nate!
I sigh. "He's got a girlfriend, Anna."
"So? Soooo…I can't confess to a guy who's already got a girl."
I look at my bgf (best girl friend), exasperated. "Because. It's morally wrong."
"What the fuck? What kind of reason's that?" She finally tears her eyes away from the boy candy, turning to stare at me. "What's the real reason?"
I don't say anything for a long time, staring at her staring at me. Finally, though, I give in, breathing deeply before I speak. "I don't want to ruin our friendship." At her confused look, I try and explain. "I'm afraid that if I confess to him, and he doesn't like me back the way I like him, then things'll be awkward between the two of us, and he'll stop feeling comfortable around me, and we'll start to drift apart until we're no longer friends. Then we'll both go our separate ways in life, never speaking again, all because I had to confess to him and make things awkward in the first place!"
Anna stares at me for a minute, before slowly shaking her head, giving me a pitying look and patting me condescendingly on the head. "You poor thing. You're so paranoid."
"Anna! I'm being totally serious!" I yell, shaking her hand off my head and smacking her arm.
"Come on, Kat! You'd rather keep what you have now, a mere friendship, than confess and get something so much better?" She asks me, rubbing the spot where I smacked.
"Yes." I tell her, turning to watch as the only man I've ever loved runs over to his cheerleader girlfriend, and gives her a big hug, before pulling her up to kiss her.
"Looks like we won the game." Anna comments, her voice barely audible over the loud cheering.
"Yeah…" I mumble, my eyes never leaving the couple that had moved from simple kissing, to making out.
We're walking down the street, our hands brushing in a friendly manner. He's laughing at something I just said, his smile brighter with me than it ever is with Jess.
He never really smiles around that girl. At least, he doesn't smile the same smile I see him use around me. The way he smiles when he's with her is a lot softer than the way he does than when he's with me.
When he's with her, his smile is close-lipped, and his eyes squint just a little bit.
When he's with me, all his white, white, white teeth show, his single dimple makes its appearance, and his eyes close all the way.
He never smiles like that with her.
"I don't want to be a professional football player." He tells me one night, his head resting on my stomach as we lie on the floor of his room.
"Yeah. I want to be a police officer."
"A police man, huh? I can see that." I say, turning a page in the magazine I'm reading.
"You can?" He asks, sounding a little shocked.
"Where do you want to work?" I ask, ignoring his question.
"I'm not sure…but, I want to work in a place with a high crime rate so I can make more of a difference." He explains. He reaches up and takes the magazine out of my hands. "You really think I can do it?"
"Of course I do. You're the type of person, who, if you set your mind to it, you can do just about anything." I tell him.
"So…if I were to go to the Police Academy, you'd support me?" He asks.
"Hell, you know I would, Nate." I say.
He turns away, laughing. "God, Kat. You're the best friend a guy could ever ask for. I don't know what I'd do without you here."
I smile, not saying anything, and run my fingers through his hair, in a, hopefully, sisterly manner. "You'd be a wreck."
"Ain't that the truth?"
When Jess breaks up with him, I'm the one he comes to. He climbs up to my window and knocks. I mute the television and get up to let him in, already knowing why he's come.
I shut the window when he's climbed through, and join him on my bed, our backs up against the wall, and our feet hanging off the side of the mattress.
I un-mute the t.v., and we watch Ice Age 2: The Meltdown together.
He ends up spending the night, and we stay up the whole time, watching Disney movies, including our favorite: Mulan.
The next day, Jess calls, crying and apologizing, begging for Nate to take her back.
When Nate tells his parents he wants to become a police officer, I'm there with him.
"What about football, dear?" His mother asks him after she gets over the shock at his announcement.
"I like football, but I don't want to pursue a career in that sport." He tells her.
"Are you sure, son?" His father asks.
"Yes, sir, I am." Nate says.
"All right, if that's what you want, then who are we to stop you?" His father sighs. His mother nods her agreement, and Nate's smile's so wide, I'm afraid it'll tear his face in two. He hugs both his parents, and gives his mother a kiss.
That night, we sit on the roof of his house and watch the stars together.
"Well, that was awfully anti-climactic." I tell him, taking a sip of Ginger Ale; my favorite drink since Nate introduced it to me in the fourth grade.
He laughs as he shifts into a more comfortable position. "It was, wasn't it? Can I have a sip of that?"
"Yeah," I say, passing the Ale over to him, and ignoring the flutter of butterflies in my stomach when he places his lips directly on the can and takes a sip, "I totally thought they were gonna flip, or something."
"To tell you the truth, I wasn't really all that concerned about them flipping out." He admits, handing my drink back to me, and I make a huge show of wiping his 'nasty man cooties' off, getting soft chuckle for my efforts. "But I was still terrified, for some reason."
I hum thoughtfully, "I think your fear was justified. I mean, I was scared half to death when I told my parents what I wanted to study, even though I knew they would support me no matter what I decided. I think that, no matter what we know, we're always gonna be scared of the 'what if?' factor, you know? Like, we don't want to disappoint them, but at the same time, we don't want to do what they want us to do. It's a really confusing feeling."
"Being a teenager sucks." He says.
We fall into a comfortable silence for a while, enjoying one another's company, and staring up at the twinkling stars.
"Hey, Kat?" Nate asks, breaking the silence.
He sits up and turns to look down at me. "How about, after we've both finished college, gotten our respective degrees, gotten good, well-paying jobs, and have stable lives, we go out drinking together and get shit-faced?"
"That's an awful lot to have accomplished before we can lose our alcoholic virginity." I say, raising an eyebrow at him.
He laughs, "No, Kat. You can drink before then. You just have to make sure that you look me up when you're a big, hot-shot lawyer making millions of dollars a year so we can go out and have a celebratory drink, okay?"
"Sure, Nate." I say, "We can get drunk together when I'm a super awesome lawyer, and you're a pathetic little police man."
"You promise?" He asks, sticking his hand out towards me.
"I promise." I say, grabbing his hand and shaking it.
On our last day together – okay, I'm exaggerating a little bit. Really, we'll still see each other when we return home to our families on our breaks. Plus, we also have cell phones, so we can always just call one another. I just felt like being a little dramatic.
Anyway, Nate and I are standing in the airport. Our flights leave at about the same time, however, they're on opposite sides of the airport, so we have to say our goodbyes here.
We're facing each other, our carry-on's sitting on the floor between us.
"I'll miss ya, Kat." He tells me quietly, a sad smile on his face.
"Miss me? Psh! Whatever, you'll be happy to get rid of me." I joke, trying to lighten the mood a little. Nate's smile disappears and he grabs my shoulders, staring hard into my eyes.
"No, Kat. I really will miss you. I'll think of you every day. I'll miss having you hang out in my room with me. I'll miss going to the mall together. I'll miss our all night movie nights. I'll miss your sarcasm. I'll miss your support. I'll miss everything about you. There's no way I'd ever be happy to be away from you. You are my oldest, and best, friend. No amount of time away from you can ever change that. You got that?"
I stare up at him, sure that my jaw's touching my feet. "Y-yeah, Nate, I got it."
"Good." He says, straightening before he suddenly smiles. "I have a secret."
I blink the shock out of my system and raise an eyebrow, confused at abrupt change of topic. "Do you, now?"
My other eyebrow joins the first. "…you gonna tell me what it is?"
He shakes his head, his smile widening to a grin. "Nuh uh."
"Why not?" I ask him, glancing at the clock on the wall. 10:43; my flight boards at 11:00. I should probably leave soon.
"You can't know what it is until we've both graduated from college, and have good, stable jobs." He says.
"Seriously? Why?" I grab my carry-on bag and hoist it over my shoulder.
He leans down so our faces are only about an inch away from each other. "Because, by then, I'll be ready."
I frown at the statement. "Ready for what?"
"You'll see." He says, his grin widening, before giving my cheek a quick peck. "I'll see you at Thanksgiving?"
"Yeah." I mumble, watching as he walks away and rubbing the pleasantly tingling spot on my cheek. After staring at his retreating form for a few short moments, I shrug, turn, and walk towards my flight.
Harvard Law School? Here I come.
It's been eight years since Nate told me he had a secret. I now have a steady job at a law firm, and Nate's working at a Police Station a few blocks away from me.
Coincidence? Hell no. He graduated before me, and moved to the city where the law firm I was planning on working at was located. He bought an apartment, and, when I graduated and moved to that same city, he suggested that we live together. I said 'sure, why not?', and that's how it's been ever since.
It's awkward at times, especially since I still have a crush on the man who's only grown even more handsome as the years have passed.
Tonight, we're sitting on the roof of our apartment building, watching what little stars we can actually see, the lights in the city making it difficult to see a lot of them.
"Do you remember that secret I told you about?" He asks, sitting up so he can look down at me.
I nod. "The one you said that I'd have to wait to know?"
"Yeah, that one."
I sit up. "What about it?"
"I'm ready." He says. I raise an eyebrow, but don't say anything, and watch him warily as he moves directly in front of me, his face just inches from mine.
I force the blush at our closeness back, and stare at him in confusion. "What are you ready for, Nate?"
"This." He says and leans forward, lightly placing his lips against mine in a soft, chaste kiss.
When he pulls back, I'm sure my eyes are the size of dinner plates as I stare at him in absolute shock. "W-what was that for, Nate?"
"I love you, Kat." He tells me seriously, leaning in to place another kiss on my still shock-frozen lips, "Will you go out with me?"
It takes his question a minute to process through all the SYSTEM OVERLOAD alarms screaming inside my head, but when it does, I feel my eyes widen even more, if that's even possible. "You love me?! Go out with you?!"
"Yeah," Nate says, laughing nervously, "I do, and will you?"
"Holy shit!" is my intelligent response. Ugh. Shoot me now, please, just shoot – me – now.
Nate's nervous laughter starts to get awkward, and even in the darkness of the night, I can see his blush. "Is that a no?"
"Hell no, that's not a no!" I exclaim, breaking out of my suicidal 'kill me now' thoughts. "Of course I'll go out with you, Nate! Hell, I love you, too." Oh great, now even I'm blushing like an idiot. What are we, fifteen?
Nate's awkward, nervous laugh becomes genuinely happy and he grabs me in a suffocating hug, dragging me towards him so my face is in his chest. "I'm so happy."
My grin is hidden, but I'm sure he feels it. "I am, too."
Looks like there is such a thing as Happy Endings, huh?
So, I feel kind of stupid, since I was smiling while re-writing the ending. And, I've gotta admit, typing out a Romance fic is a right tricky thing with Family Guy on the t.v. It makes concentrating a little difficult, so I'm sorry if I still missed some grammar mistakes. DAMN YOU, FAMILY GUY! DAMN YOU!
Anyway, hopefully this put a smile on your face, as well.
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