Walking down the beach, hand in hand. Life is so great. This is how life should be. He looks into my eyes, and I look into his. I can see straight into his soul. His beautiful, amazing soul…

AN: listening to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift, and it inspired me to write a Kim/Jared fic, even though I know there are a bunch of those. Hope you like! I own nothing!

"I love you," I say, looking deep into his eyes.

He opens his mouth to speak, but instead he starts screaming. No…not screaming…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I groan and roll over, hitting the snooze button on my alarm clock hard. I pull a blanket over my head and try to go to sleep.

"Kim!" my mother yells from the kitchen. "Kim get up!"

Drat. Caught. My mother knows me too well. I wake up and pull on my favorite jeans. They're old with a holes in the knees and covered in paint from the day I painted my room.

Ahem. The day we painted my room. You see, Jared's not only the love of my life, but he's my best friend. And he has been since the second grade. Of course, I wasn't in love with him until seventh. One day, we were friends, and the next day, BAM! I looked into his deep brown eyes, and I was hooked.

I sigh and find a shirt. I only have a couple clean ones, so I chose a green tee-shirt with a big dark green recycle sign on it.

I go into the bathroom and look at my hair. I groan and attempt to run a brush through it, then I give up and grab a black hat from my closet.

I walk into the kitchen, looking for my combat boots and my backpack. My mom is sitting at the kitchen table, biting her fingernail.

"What's wrong, Mom?" I ask. Then I bite my lip, noticing the bills she's looking at.

"Bills," she mumbles. Crap. "And I haven't gotten a…" she trails off. I know what that means. He hasn't sent a child support check in months.

He is my father. I've never met him. I mean, I guess I have, but he left home when I was two, so I don't remember him. Mom says he used to get really drunk, and one night he got angry and shook me real hard, so she kicked him out.

"It'll be okay, Mom," I say, not knowing what else I could say to make her feel better. She gives me a sad smile. "I know Honey," she says, "I just worry sometimes. Now get to school."

I smile and find my boots under the table, and my backpack by the door. Then I wait at the corner of my street for Jared.

"Hey Kimmy," he says, coming up behind me.

"Hi Jared," I say happily. My mood always improves when I'm around him.

As we walk to school, I start to feel guilty. I'm spending all my time thinking about a guy I'm never going to have while my mom's at home worrying if we're going to lose our house. How horrible am I!?

"So what do you think?" Jared asks next to me.

"Huh?"

His face looks worried. "Kim, what's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"You only space out like that when your upset," he says, matter-of-factly.

"It's just…my mom is worrying about money again," I said, "And Jack hasn't sent any money lately."

Jared nods knowingly. Then he grins. I turn around to see Jenny walking towards us.

Oh, did I forget to mention Jenny? Jared's girlfriend? I did?

Well, Jenny's a cheerleader, an honor student, gorgeous, and, the worst part is-

"Hey Jared. What's up Kim?"

-she's really nice.

"Hey Jen," I say halfheartedly.

Why is it so terrible that she's really nice? I want to hate her! I want to want to claw her eyes out out of jealousy, because she's beautiful and Jared loves her. But I can't. because she's always so nice and trying really hard to be my friend.

It's infuriating! Why can't she just be a bitch!?

I zone out the rest of the way to school while Jared and Jenny talk about something random.

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I don't have any classes with Jared before lunch, so I pull out my notebook. On the first page, I wrote Mrs. Kim Najera (AN: Let's pretend that's Jared's last name, okay?) in various styles of handwriting. I flip past a couple pages of that, then a couple pages of songs I've written. I come to a blank page and start writing.

(AN: I can't write songs, so Kim's going to 'write' songs that actually belong to Taylor Swift…)

Drew looks at me,

I fake a smile so he won't see,

That's pretty good. I chose the name Drew because obviously I can't say Jared, in case he reads it. He's constantly pestering me to let him hear one of my songs, but no one has ever heard me sing, or play guitar. I don't know how long I can hold up against his puppy dog face though…

What I want, and I need,

And everything that we should be,

After that the words flow freely.

I'll bet she's beautiful,

That girl he talks about,

And she's got everything,

That I have to live without,

Drew talks to me,

I laugh 'cause it's just so funny,

I can't even see,

Anyone when he talks to me,

He says he's so in love,

He's finally got it right,

I wonder if he knows,

He's all I think about at night,

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star,

He's the song in the car I keep singing,

Don't know why I do,

Drew walks by me,

Can he tell that I can't breathe?

And there he goes, so perfectly,

The kind of flawless I wish I could be,

She better hold him tight,

Give him all her love,

Look in those beautiful eyes,

And know she's lucky 'cause,

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star,

He's the song in the car I keep singing,

Don't know why I do,

So I drive home alone,

As I turn out the light,

I'll put his picture down,

And maybe get some sleep tonight,

'Cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar,

The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star,

He's the song in the car I keep singing,

Don't know why I do,

He's the time taken up but there's never enough,

And he's all I need to fall into,

Drew looks at me,

I fake a smile so he won't see.

Wow. I like that. I hear the bell ring and the teacher tell us our assign homework. No matter, I can call Jared for it.

"Hey Kim," Kaitlyn says brightly, appearing next to me.

"Hi Katy," I say absentmindedly. Jared's my best friend, but Kaitlyn's my best girl friend. I mean, I need someone to talk about Jared with, don't I?

"Kimmy," she says sympathetically. "He's with Jenny, you have to stop this…pining."

"I'm not pining!" I say defensively.

She nods. "You are. I would help you get him, but you know Jenny's one of my friends…" she trails off.

"I know," I say. "I don't want to hurt her either. I just hate it that she's such a nice person!"

"I know what you mean," Katy says soothingly.

"I mean, she's not even his type!" I rant. "He's into music and art, and she's into fashion and cheerleading! And what's with their names? Jenny and Jared? Matching names? Seriously?"

Kaitlyn nods. Then I sigh. "You wanna read this new song I wrote?" I ask her.

She nods, and I hand her my notebook. She raises her eyebrows as she thumbs through the first couple of pages, but doesn't say anything, which I appreciate.

"Drew?" she asks, her eyebrows still raised.

"He might read it," I say sheepishly, and she nods.

I don't play my music for people, but I often let people critique my songs.

"I love it!" she exclaims finally, grinning. Then her expression falls. "But Kimmy," she says. "It's so sad!"

I shrug. "That's how I feel when I think about him. I mean, when I'm with him I'm happy, but if I'm not with him, it just brings out how he's not mine."

By this time we are seated in out desks in our next class.

"You've got to forget about him," Kaitlyn told me.

But I couldn't.