A/N- Okay, so, I know I haven't update Titanium in a bit, but I had sudden inspiration (at, like, midnight) to write this. So, here is KotLC Songbirds!

Disclaimer: Shannon Messenger owns the characters.

Sophie's POV
I didn't care that Fitz Vacker was coming. I'm not like those other girls. The stupid fan girls, who always flip out when they see a celebrity. Sure, I'm all for enjoying music, but these people crossed a line. So, when I heard that Fitz, one of the biggest stars in rock at the time, was coming, I decided to stay faaaar away. I absolutely hated him, anyway. His music was decent, but he's a pure jerk. Most of those artists are. I only hoped I could keep away from him and his entourage. For now, I made my way to my homeroom. I was there about ten minutes early, and would probably be the only one there for a while, due to the aforementioned situation. I sat in my usual spot in the back, pulled out my songbook, and started to finish the song I have been working on.

I took my love and I
took it down
Climbed a mountain
Then I turned around

And I saw my
Reflection in the
Snow covered hills

When the landslide
Brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love?

Can the child within
My heart rise above
Can I sail through the
Changing ocean tides
Can I handle the
Seasons of my life

Uh uh
Uh uh
Uh uh

Well, I've been afraid
Of changin'
'Cause I built my life
Around you

But time makes you
Older
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Well

Well, I've been afraid
Of changing'
'Cause I built my life
Around you

But time makes you
Bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too
Well, I'm getting older too

So, take this love and
Take it down

Yeah, and if you climb
a mountain and ya
Turn around

And if you see my
Reflection in the snow
covered hills

Well the landslide
Brought me down

If you see my
reflection in the snow
Covered hills

Well maybe
Well maybe
Well maybe

The landslide will bring you down

I finished the last note. Satisfied, I looked around. The class had started to fill in around me. Everyone looked excited. I sighed, and put away my book. Let me guess, I thought, Vacker is in this class.
My suspicions were confirmed when a tall, muscular teen with vibrant teal eyes walked in. All the girls sighed, and started begging him to sit near them. I rolled my eyes. Fitz caught my eye, and smirked. He walked over and took the empty seat beside me. All the girls grumbled and shot me catty looks.
"So, algebra. Bet you didn't think you'd see someone like me in a class like this, huh?" He said.
I rolled my eyes again. "This is homeroom, idiot."
Fitz raised an eyebrow. "Well, someone has an attitude. Don't you know who I am?"
I snorted. "Of course I know. I even kind of almost like your music. I'm just not really into that genre."
"And what genre do you like?"
"What's with the questions? And, I listen to country."
"Really? Why?"
"Cause I like it. Deal."
"Ha. You know, I like your attitude. What's your name?"
"Sophie. Now, can you leave me alone? I don't like you."
Fitz put his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay, I get. I'll leave you alone. Mostly."
Just then, the teacher walked in. He looked around, and took attendance. Keefe kept trying to talk to me. After a loooong fifteen minutes, the bell finally rang for first period. The teacher stopped me and Keefe on the way out the door. "Ms. Foster? Mr. Vacker? May I speak to you?"
We walked over. The teacher began talking again. "As I'm sure your aware, Ms. Foster, Fitz is new, and won't know his way around. It's your job to show him."
I groaned. Fitz seemed a bit more excited . We started walking to first period.
"Hey, give me your schedule, so I can see where we're going."

Fitz kept talking, but he stopped his rant when I practically screamed in frustration. When I gave him his schedule, he didn't see what I was mad about. Then, I handed him an almost identical schedule, with my name at the top.
"All but one class! I swear, the people of this school are out to get me. No day can be literally this bad."
"Wow, feeling the love."
"Oh, shut up. Just come on, before we're late to class."

•••

I got home thinking I would be able to get some peace there. Instead, I got the opposite. My parents were sitting on the couch, with an all too familiar, dark-haired head sitting facing away from me. My parents saw me come in.

"Hey, honey," my mom said. "This is Fitz, the transfer student from-"
"Yeah, I know who he is," I growled. "If you need me, I'll be in the Cove." Before anyone could stop me, I ran upstairs and put my stuff down. I climbed out the window, and ran to my special spot. I needed to break something.

FItz's POV
I wished I knew why Sophie hated me so much. She had actually seemed really cool, the few times she had let herself crack at my jokes. But, for some reason, she usually acted like she hated me. I didn't get it. A few hours later, her parents had made dinner. Sophie still wasn't back. They didn't look too worried.
"She's probably out at the Cove," Mrs. Foster explained. "It's where she likes to go to write her songs." I didn't know she wrote songs. Sure, I knew she could sing-I had had chorus with her that day- but this was news to me.
"Do you want me to take some food out for her?"
"Yes, that would be great. You can take yours out, too. The Cove is through a path in the tree line over there. There should be a trail you can follow."
"Thanks." I walked out, balancing two plates of spaghetti. I followed the instructions, and came to a circle of tall bushes. When I pushed through a hole in them, I couldn't believe my eyes. It was like a mini paradise. There were huge oak trees scraping the sky. Around the edges, there was a garden, which was currently home to a bunch of sunflowers, and ornamental squashes. A glittery blue pond sat in the middle of the Cove. The grass filling in the rest of the space was springy, and an amazing shade of green. The place seemed unnaturally beautiful.
Once I got over over my stupor, I started to hear singing. I set the plates of food down, and followed the sound of Sophie's voice. I tracked it to the tallest tree, and looked up. Hearing that she was probably really high in the tree, I started to climb. It took me about five minutes to find her, and I saw that she was focused on her song. Not wanting to scare her, and liking the song, I decided to listen until she was over. I tapped her shoulder when she was done.
Sophie flinched, hard. Her songbook fell to the ground. She cursed.(A/N- I'm going to put in a clean version. Sophie said slightly different words.) "Fitz! What the freak are you doing here?!"
"You're mom wanted me to bring your food."
"Ugh, you can be such a dang freaking idiot."
"Dang straight"
Sophie practically growled at me, then jumped down from limb to limb. I followed her.
"Hey," I said, "your song was really good. You're an amazing song writer."
She scoffed, then picked up her food. I followed suit. "Really? What would you know about country music? I thought you were a rocker boy."
"Well, I never really wanted to be a rock singer. I actually wanted to be a country singer."
"Yeah, right. Why wouldn't you go through with it?"
"My record wouldn't let me. They wanted me to keep up a kind of, like, bad-boy thing."
"Why can't you just switch? A bunch of artists do it."
"They won't let me."
"Have you asked?"
I paused. "Actually, no. I just gave up after they told me to be a rocker."
"Well, call them and change that." Sophie put down her empty plate.
"Maybe later," I said, following her. "For now, I need to dump you into the lake."
Sophie's eyes widened, then she smirked, and ran. "Only if you catch me!"
I smirked, too. "You're on, Foster!" I took off after her. After chasing her for about ten minutes, I finally was able to tackle her into the pond. Unfortunately, I went in with her. I came up laughing, and started splashing Sophie. She did the same. We did that, just goofing around in the lake and the rest of the Cove until it was almost sunset. Then, we finally had to go home.
This might not be so bad, I thought.

A/N- So, I did not write the song. That was Landslide, by Dixie Chicks. I didn't write any of the songs you will see in this. I'll tell you who they are by down here, at the end. Or, up at the top. Depends on how lazy I feel at the start of the chapter.