So I've been listening to Taylor Swift lately. Her songs have been stuck in my head forever. -.-

So one-shot!

This is a really odd layout, so sorry in advance for the confusion.

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I'm never going to own T-Swift.
Warnings: Swearing and flashbacks (In Italics). It's a bit AU. Not too much. The first part is based off If This Was a Movie by Taylor Swift. The flashbacks are based off You Belong With Me and Last Kiss also by T. Swift.

It was dark and she felt isolated. She felt as if she let fate win, let it take her heart, filling her with false hope and breaking her heart into a million little pieces.

She was never one to believe in love. A mere thought of it was enough to send her into hysteria. She refused to believe that love existed. It didn't. Love was just a dream, a fairytale fantasy that thousands of hopeful innocents get sucked into and eventually become broken because of it.

How can someone except somebody for all their flaws and still care? She knew everyone left at one point or another.

Her mom did.

And there it was. The source of her problems, the reason for her fear of committing to someone.

Love did not exist.

Until she met him.

She let out a broken scream filling a vase at her mirror.

She didn't want to see the face. The hideous face that made him leave her.

Broken sobs attacked her, making her slide down against the wall in agony. She buried her face in the soft sweatshirt that had his scent all over it.

Him.

A few tears escaped her. Why was this so fucking hard?

She looked up and caught her expression in the broken mirror.

She looked terrible. Her brown eyes were bloodshot, nose runny, hair a mess.

She was a mess.

She was always a mess without him. It was just had the world worked. She was nothing without Kendall.

Sudden flashbacks of memories with him started hurling towards her. Him dancing, him singing, him and her, his thirteenth birthday party.

But one stuck out the most. The one that started it all.

It started on a breezy fall day.

She was five when she moved to sunny California. She was an exceptionally bright child for her age, noticing things other kids her age would barely pay attention to, which is how she noticed so easily the different atmosphere of California. In her small town in Pennsylvania, it was cheerful, peaceful, and normal. Here? It was judging, cruel and superficial.

Moreover, it freaked her out, making her cling on to her father's leg for her dear life.

Until she noticed a small blonde boy her age with sparkling emerald eyes. He was playing with his friends, a small black haired boy with an action figure, a brunette boy carrying a football and a smaller brunette boy carrying a book.

"Why don't we go over and try to make some new friends?" Her father suggested.

She looked up at him with those wide, doe-like brown eyes.

"Okay." She whispered.

She let go of her father's leg and took a few wobbly steps towards the four boys playing at the park. When she reached them, she was petrified.

"Hi.." She said shyly.

The three boys looked at her oddly. Although one of them, the blonde one walked towards her dad and shook his hand. "Hi!"

She giggled. He was like a mini adult.

He then turned towards her. "Do you want to play tag with us?"

She nodded shyly. He started to lean forward, towards her face. Her panic started to rise again. 'What if he hurts me?' she thought.

No, he didn't try to hurt her. Instead, he screamed out "Tag! You're it!" and ran off in the opposite direction.

She giggled and started to run after him.

She smiled slightly at the memory. Things were so simple back then. So drama-less. So childish. Another memory shot itself at her. They were twelve, looking at the sky on a humid and rainy summer's day . . .

Their friendship had grown into something more over the few years. It turned into something bigger; for her at least. She thought it was just a crush, but it sure didn't feel that way. Her heart started beating, she kept getting butterflies, and she always blushed when he complimented her. She knew it would pass by and things would get normal soon. Normal being, they were inseparable. Best friends. She never really had a best friend before, but now that she did, she couldn't be happier. Her friendships with the other three boys had grown as well, but she always preferred him.

On July ninth, They had spent the whole day together. Playing in the park, going to the pool, playing laser tag, painting, playing Mario Kart on his GameCube, and going to get ice cream.

It had been an almost perfect day. It had been raining for an hour or two, but it didn't last. The scent of the rain was still fresh on the pavement.

They were currently ending it with looking at the stars on a plush blanket outside. He said if they got lucky, they could even see a shooting star and make a wish.

Something about wishes always fascinated her. Maybe it was the idea of everything being okay. Or the thought of something magical. She didn't really know, but either way the proposal of a wish always pulled her in.

It was a humid night. Little droplets of sweat had started to form on her forehead, slowly trudging their way down her face. She didn't mind though. Infact, she was barely paying attention to it.

Instead, her concentration was focused on the super starry night sky above her. Thousands of stars a hundred light years away. They were all so twinkly. It mesmerized her.

She noticed that he had been unusually quiet. She shifted her head towards him and started to frown when noticing the small pout on his face.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

He sighed. "You know Kayla Williams right?"

"The super clumsy one?" She clarified. He nodded. "Yeah what about her?"

He avoided her gaze, a slight blush grazing his cheeks. "She likes me." He whispered.

Well she wasn't expecting that. It seems all she could say was "oh."

"So what are you thinking?" She asked hesitantly.

"I don't like her! I don't like girls!" He exclaimed. She frowned even further after she heard this.

"No girls?" She said doubtfully

He raised a finger, tapping his chin lightly before responding. "Well . . . not all girls. Most of them I don't. Only my mom, my sister and you."

Her mood immediately brightened. "Really? Me too?"

He looked at her as if she's grown two heads. "Of course. You're one of my best friends." He said in a 'Duh' tone.

She turned her head and grinned goofily.

She heard a loud gasp. "A shooting star!" He exclaimed pointing to the sky.

Her glass-rimmed eyes followed where he was pointing. She then saw it, a huge twinkling star rushing over their heads. They jumped up quickly. "Hurry we have to make a wish!" He yelled. Both of them hastily shut their eyes, concentrating on their one wish.

It had to be huge.

Once they were sure the shooting star had flown over their heads, they opened their eyes.

'I wish he felt the same way I did.'

A few months later, they had been invited to their first party.

"Why are we here again?" She grumbled. This was her first party, and so far, she didn't like it too much.

"Because we were invited! Besides this is fun don't you think?" He grinned.

She rolled her eyes. Of course, he would like this. It was his personality, his atmosphere, his scene, his freaking vibe. He was the life of the party.

Random pop music blasted through the speakers, and it wasn't long before he was dancing, or sufficiently saying, bouncing.

"Dance with me!" He grinned, grabbing her wrist and pulling her in without her consent.

She laughed the whole night at his crazy dance moves. And before she knew it, she was having fun.

Maybe parties weren't bad after all.

The years flashed forward to the beginning of junior year.

It was the beginning of their junior year. They had still been him and her. Only a few things had been different. One, he was a jock. Popular, smart, and kind. He was well liked by everybody. Students, teachers, the principal, even the janitors. She on the other head was classified as a nerd. With her big glasses and her love of books, it made it hard not to call her a loser.

In all honesty, she was surprised when he didn't drop her the minute they entered high school. They had two different labels and two different social groups. Nevertheless, she was grateful that he stuck by her.

As she walked down the hall she heard endless whispers of gossip, secrets, and lies be hurled around her. From one person to another. Gossip in this town spread faster than mono.

Today's subjects?

Him and the head cheerleader.

She was your stereotypical mean girl, blonde, bitch, and popular. Now she could add another thing to the list of stereotypes.

The girlfriend of the hottie hockey captain.

She hated her. She couldn't stand to be in the same room as her, much less her being the girlfriend of her best friend. But, what are best friends for right?

Best friends. It was all they would ever be.

She rolled her eyes at the whispers. Honestly, couldn't people mind their own business?

Apparently not.

"Hey! Your best friends with him right?" A brunette called out.

One of the various followers of his girlfriend.

She walked towards her a bemused look on her face. "Did you know they're dating?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

She oh so badly wanted to punch her in the face and set the facts straight.

"No! Really?" She asked in a sarcastic tone.

She must have been a true blonde because she actually thought she meant it. "Really. It's even Facebook and Twitter confirmed." She said in a smug look.

She sighed before answering. "Honestly, I knew. I knew since the end of last year. That's when they officially started dating." She slammed it shut and whipped her head towards the brunette. "And I could care less about your useless drama."

A few months had passed after that duel.

She was sitting on the grass, trying to enjoy her latest book, Catcher in the Rye. However, the constant yelling and screaming of her best friend and his girlfriend were keeping her distracted.

Frankly, they were arguing about something stupid. But, she knew that it would end soon and they would make up with sex and kissing. It sickened her. It really did. But, what could she do?

Evidently, she ended up being wrong. He had left walked towards her, his hands in his pockets. She didn't know why, but she loved how he did that. He huffed as he sat down next to her. She quickly put down her book.

"What's up?" She asked, putting her book down.

He huffed once again. "Nothing. She's being a brat."

She was suddenly uncomfortable. She hated talking about her. "Sorry?"

He shrugged. "It's okay. I'm just tired of the drama."

She rolled her eyes in response. So was she. "What was it about this time?"

He shrugged again. "It was about something I said. No big deal."

'But it is. She doesn't get you like I do.' she thought.

A few days passed since the last time he talked to her. She wasn't surprised anymore, going this long without talking. In all honesty, she felt like he forgot her sometimes. She watched his life from a distance. She was always in the shadows. Always watching, never being seen herself. Sometimes she had to ask his friends how he was. But she was glad he was happy. He liked his life, and she was content with being in the shadows. She always knew in the back of her subconscious that he would change.

She sat criss-cross applesauce, trying to give A Cather in the Rye her undivided attention. Again. The sound of little children laughing in the park gave her comfort, reminding her about the good old days.

Ultimately, the idea of reading failed when she saw him walking towards her. His favorite Wilds shirt on with his favorite worn out jeans.

"Hey!" He said with a smile, plopping down next to her on the bench.

"Hey. I've haven't heard from you for a while." She answered, tucking in a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah. Football practice." She frowned slightly at this. She pushed him into football. He was a hockey player, not a football player.

"Boring. How's hockey?" His face lit up at the mention of hockey and he immediately went on a rant of why the Wilds were better than the Capitals.

Peggy tried to keep up, but she just couldn't. When he went on a rant like this, there was no stopping him and the fact that he looked so happy talking about hockey again bought a smile to her face. He looked like a five year old in a candy shop. Adorable.

She thought process was cut off by the touch of his lips to her cheek. She blushed rapidly like a tomato while he stood up.

"I have to go. Got to get ready for a date tonight." He said gently.

"Bye." She whispered. With an acknowledging nod, he turned and walked off.

'When he's with her, I'm invisible' She thought, tears filling to the brim, threatening to spill out.

It was August of their senior year now. It was a few weeks away from homecoming season. Meaning no doubt him and his girlfriend would go together and be crowned Homecoming King and Queen.

She shuddered at the breeze coming from her window. She tugged on her blanket more, hoping to gain warmth.

She needed to sleep. Tomorrow was Monday, meaning she would need to wake up at six and take a shower, eat breakfast, brush her teeth and get ready. Then go to school.

She was so close to sleep, she could feel it.

She was about to drift off into dreamland. Until there was a tapping at the window.

Her eyes snapped open. Searching absentmindedly for her glasses with one, she flicked her table lamp on. She winced at the sudden light. After letting, her eyes adjust to the blinding white light, she swiftly grabbed her glasses off her nightstand.

Careful not to wake her parents up, she tiptoed to her balcony, opening the door for a few inches and slipping in, closing the door shut. She leaned over the rail to find him wearing a leather jacket and a beanie, a pile of pebbles besides him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She whisper-seethed. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

He gave her a watery smile that broke her heart in two. "Can I come in? I have to talk to you."

She sighed, looking over her shoulder to check the time. 1:38.

She sighed once more, turning her head to look down at him. "Not here. What about we go to Griffith Park?" He nodded in response. She groaned, she was going to get into so much trouble for this. But frankly she didn't care.

Giving him the one-minute sigh, she tiptoed back into her room and changed into some presentable clothes. A pair of sweatpants and some converses.

Perfect.

She locked her bedroom door. After the confirmation of the sound of the lock turning, she ran to her bed, stuffing her pillows under her blanket, and flicked the lights off.

She walked back out onto the balcony, shutting the door as softly as she could.

He grinned at the sight of her in a pair of sweats and sneakers. Sometimes it was nice to be reminded that some girls didn't take forever to get ready.

She climbed over the railing, a feeling of adrenaline rushing through her. She needed to jump.

With a deep breath inward, she did just that. She closed her eyes and let go. For what felt like eternity but was probably only a second, she was falling, falling, hurtling from the balcony at a million miles an hour. Then she met something warm and heard a soft grunt, and she immediately opened her eyes to see she had landed perfectly cradled in his waiting arms.

She blushed at the contact, and immediately jumped out of his arms.

She looked at him, opening her hand out. He sighed and dropped a small miniscule object in. Keys. She smirked in victory, making her way to his car, with him trailing behind her.

When they made their way towards his cherry red convertible, both had slipped in, not saying a word. The silence continued as she revved up the engine and pulled out of the parking lot.

She took the exit to 101 north. As they drove, he was silent. The whole ride was silent and she was going crazy cause of it. He woke her up damn it, shouldn't he be talking?

She gently tapped the radio dial. She watched the road for the next exit as the radio roared to life. With one hand on the wheel, she turned the volume down low and quickly flipped it to an old slow song station, Waiting for You blasting through the speakers as she pressed on the pedal, speeding off into the distance.

They made it to Griffith Park in twenty minutes or so. As soon as she parked, she snapped.

"So you wake me up at one thirty in the morning and don't talk? What the hell?" She scolded.

His response was so low that she almost couldn't hear. "I was upset."

Her brows furrowed. "What did you see?"

He sniffed a bit before continuing. "She cheated on me."

Her expression faltered once she saw her broken hearted he was. "Oh." She sighed. She rubbed his arm. "With who?"

"Our linebacker."

She snorted. "That douche? You know what who cares. She doesn't deserve you."

He smiled before reaching over and giving her a hug. She missed this. The feel of his arms around her, his warmth, his scent, his heartbeat. It was thumping so wildly she could feel it through his shirt.

"I love you." He said, his voice muffled. Her eyes shifted downwards toward the clock. 1:58. She smiled faintly. This time and day would forever be etched into her mind.

When he let go they talked. Just talked. About their dreams, music, life in general. It was perfect. Until she noticed that, it was 5:14.

" We have to go!" She shrieked. She was reaching for the keys before he grabbed her wrist. She turned towards him in confusion.

"Or we can skip school and watch the sunrise. Please? For me? The best friend who you love?""

She was going to say no way in hell, but then she saw he was giving her his puppy eyes. And she couldn't resist those.

"Fine." She sighed.

He grinned. "I love you. You know that?"

"Yeah. I know." She responded absentmindedly.

'I just wish you loved me like the way I love you' She thought as the sun rose before her eyes.

A month had passed and Homecoming was here.

He still hadn't confront his 'girlfriend'.

She climbed the foreign steps. She really hadn't been to a football game before. He had had been trying to persuade for a while but she always gave him an excuse like studying or that it wasn't her scene.

The only reason why she was here was that she wanted to support him. She rather die and let him be happy than have him heartbroken.

She saw an empty seat and quickly sat and watched the game.

Three hours later, they were tied.

Freaking Tied.

She had never swore so much in her life.

"I can't believe we're tied." She huffed.

The whistle blew, and the game resumed.

Then it happened. He got it.

He made it.

The crowd went wild, deafening her with their screams.

She looked down on the field were his teammates were carrying him off on their shoulders.

And then she saw her.

There she was, making out with the linebacker.

In front of everyone one.

She could see him becoming furious.

He jumped off their shoulders are ran to them.

Peggy couldn't hear them but she saw their mouths.

It ended with him punching the douche bag in the nose and leaving.

She sighed, shaking her head.

Homecoming Dance was on Saturday night. Him and that skank were still not talking. However, they hadn't broken up either.

She furrowed her eyebrows in frustration and put her calculus book onto the bed. The product rule was: D [f(x)g(x)] = f(x)g(x) + f(x)g(x), and her homework was y= (x*3+7x-1)(5x+2). How the hell couldn't she figure this out?

She grunted in frustration and threw the book against the door. Damn it.

Her phone started to go off, sounding a new text. She picked it up and scrolled through.

Are you going tonight?

She quickly typed up a response: Can't. I'm studying.

Wish you were.

She bit her lip. Maybe she should go. They were going to college soon, if she didn't tell him now, she'd never get her chance.

It's now or never.

Taking out her makeup, curling iron, and dress, she got ready to blow his mind.

It was about eight o'clock by the time she arrived.

When she entered the whole room's eyes were on her. Needless to say she didn't look like a nerd now.

Her hair was curled in ringlets with a tiny poof on top, her makeup light and flawless, and her dress, in a subtle way to say, was perfection.

It was white, a sign of innocence, just like her. It poofed a bit, from the waist down, but in an elegant fashion.

She honestly didn't care about the comments on how pretty she looked. No, only one person mattered.

And he was staring right at her, eyes wide and mouth agape.

She gave him a slight smile and waved to him. He waved back before talking to the person behind her. After chatting for a few minutes, he left, making his way towards her.

"I thought you said you had to study." He said jokingly.

She shrugged a smile on her lips. "I can always study later. I have an A in calculus anyways."

"What changed your mind?"

"Honestly?" She asked. He nodded and she continued with a sigh. "You."

"Me?" He echoed.

"I came here for you. I wanted to say… I'm in love with you…" She whispered

"But . . . we're best friends!" he stuttered.

She looked down at her feet. "But I've always wanted to be more."

He stood there, mouth slightly agape at what she just said. Damn it. She knew this was a mistake.

"You know what. Forget I said anything." She whispered, tears filling to the brim, threatening to spill over.

And with that she turned and ran out.

What hurt even more though, was the fact that he never came after her.

And here she was. Wearing his sweatshirt, teary eyed, runny nose and her hand faintly bleeding. She thought dances were supposed to be fun. This wasn't fun.

The image of shock written across his face was forever etched into his face. Just like those three small numbers. She glanced at her clock.

1:58.

She whimpered. Her heart was racing. So many memories were wrapped up in her heads, it seemed as if a thousand were on playback, making her relive every moment.

It's been six months since she had tried for him, and he had rejected her. She may have lived in Hollywood, but not every love story came out like a movie.

Rain was smashing against her window. It was like the sky was pitying her too.

She wanted him back. She didn't want to share him with anyone. She wanted how things were before.

Most of all she wanted him standing outside her front door, saying he's sorry.

But she knew he wouldn't. This wasn't a movie, because if it was, he would have been here by now.