A/N: Ahh, one of my favorite songs, and now, also one of my favorite Amian songs :P I'm trying my best not to break the rules too much, here. I don't think it could technically be classified as a songfic, though. That will be explained in Part 2 ;)
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the pouty "Woe is me" mood Ian gets into XD And that's only partially.
Not Over You: Part 1
Ian Kabra stood there, leaning against the wall, his hands in his pockets, completely content with wallowing in self-pity.
He had finally given in to his mind and admitted to himself that he was so far deep, he would never get out again.
So far deep…what a way of putting it.
Amy Cahill was leaning over her cat, trying to coax him out from under the table. The dreaded creature was stubborn, just like his former owner, Grace, and so, he still refused to emerge from his hiding place. Ian was glad, though. He'd had enough of Saladin in the past week to last him two lifetimes.
But that wasn't what he was thinking about.
The steadfast patience for everything around her, the caring heart, the drive to do what was right…these were just some of the things that had intrigued Ian over the past three years.
And those weren't even the physical aspects of this girl. But those thoughts made him feel shallow for only thinking about her looks, and Kabras never considered themselves shallow, so he stuck to admiring her mental/emotional characteristics at this particular moment.
There was just something about her that kept Ian coming back, no matter how many times he had tried to get over it or like another girl. His thoughts always seemed to return to the intelligent jade-green eyes and the tinkling laugh that never ceased to create that annoyingly pleasant feeling in his stomach.
No matter how many times he tried, he knew he would never truly get over Amy Cahill.
Ian sighed audibly.
Jonah Wizard walked in the room, a sandwich in his right hand, and noticed the melancholy expression on the Lucian's face. He was confused – he had never known the Kabra boy to be sad – until he followed his gaze and realization dawned on him.
Ian turned to see a knowing smile on the rap-star's face.
"What?" he demanded, not taking kindly the fact his pity party had been so rudely interrupted.
"It's unbelievable," Jonah said, shaking his head, "that you haven't said anything to her yet."
Ian's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Jonah tapped Ian's arm with his sandwich, as if that emphasized his words more. "Aw, come on, dude! You've been digging on her for how long?"
Ian returned his attention back to the redhead, who had finally succeeded in dragging the cat out from under the table. The Egyptian Mau was now in her arms, purring happily. Apparently, cats had mood swings just as much as humans did.
"Dawg, seriously?"
Ian hadn't known he'd been staring until the Wizard made it clear, waving a hand in front of his face to recapture his attention.
Ian's eyes bore into Jonah's with loathing, making his message clear: Go away.
Jonah chuckled. "You know, she likes you too. She just hasn't admitted it to herself."
Ian glared. Those words were supposed to make him feel better? "How would you know?"
Jonah snorted. "Janus know when love is in the air, Kabra. It's in our blood."
Ian crossed his arms over his chest, brooding at the floor.
Jonah clapped a hand on his shoulder, earning another look of contempt. "Lemme tell you something. The rest of us? We're sick of watchin' you mope around all the time, just 'cause you ain't got the guts to ask her out."
"It's not that I don't have 'the guts', Jonah," Ian defended. "It's that she would never even consider the thought of us together."
"Which is exactly your problem," Jonah insisted. "You don't want to take the chance of being rejected."
Ian gritted his teeth. The truth was hurting more than the thought of rejection at the moment.
"The point is, even Danny-boy would rather see you two together than acting like lovesick puppies all day long," Jonah said. "Which is why I'm willing to help you."
Ian laughed. "And what gives you the idea that I'd want your help?"
"'Cause I know you'd do anything for her. I see it in the way you look at her, all awed and mesmerized. It's funny, really."
Ian pondered his offer. Maybe this Janus was right. Perhaps he was being too irrational about the whole situation. Honestly, how far-fetched was the idea that she could share his feelings? And what if she actually did like him back? He actually smiled at the thought.
Jonah saw Ian's emotions roll across his features like a slideshow, and he laughed sympathetically. "Dude, you really are that far deep, aren't you?"
The Lucian's eyes snapped back to him so fast that Jonah was startled for a second.
"I must be going insane," Ian murmured to himself, "but…I accept your offer."
Jonah swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and fist-bumped the Brit in excitement. The two started walking up the stairs, and Jonah threw his arm over Ian's shoulder. "I already got a few ideas. Now, in order to do this right, we gotta do it with style…"
I tried to make the beginning as good as possible...but in my opinion, the next chapter is far better.
Reviews are what make me write! And chocolate, but I've got a five pound Hershey's bar in my house already, so that part's taken care of! :P
~Callie~