Okay I think the title implies what this is about! Ian and Amy's bands are in a contest. Since it was written in my creative mind it's not like most music contests. The song can't be written by the band. Yeah little weird but you know so am I.
I don't own anything.
Amy's POV
"No, no, no!" I muttered looking at the black and green outfit I was wearing in the mirror in front of me. I'd been busy rehearsing so I'd sent Nellie to buy my outfit. Biggest mistake of my life. She had picked out black, ripped jeaggings and a tight, green tank top that said "Rock On" in black. Not to mention that the neck was a little too low for me.
"Amy, hurry up!"
I sighed. Well I guess I was stuck with the outfit. "I'm coming."
I walked out of the bathroom to my band and best friends, Adriana, Danielle and Rebecca.
"Woah! That's… a new look for you, Ames." Rebecca told me.
"Remind me never to let Nellie do my shopping." I told her.
"Well we'd better get back to the stage. We still have to set up." Adriana pointed out.
"Yeah. Let's go." I sighed.
Ian's POV
"We're already late! Hurry up!" I yelled after my friends. We had just gotten to the rec center and we had to go on in a half hour!
Sorry! It's Charlie's fault." Peter told me.
"What isn't Charlie's fault?" I asked. Charlie is sort of our band's klutz and sometimes he wasn't completely there. Half of his life is spent in la-la land but he was one heck of a drummer.
My band and I were in a contest. We were one of the two finalists so now we were going to face off the other band and the audience would decide the winner. I was confident that we'd win. Kabras never lose. Except for- No! Don't think about it! I thought. I wasn't going to let myself think about her now.
Then I saw a girl with red hair walking toward the stage. I had to fight away the thoughts of my favorite redhead that flooded my mind. Focus, Ian. Focus.
Yet I couldn't help but watch the girl.
"I'll be right back." I told the guys. I had to get a better look at the girl.
"Oh no, he's got the look again." I heard Nick mutter to the others.
When I was walking toward the other stage I ran into someone. That someone was the girl.
"Sorry!" she said, looking up. Then her eyes widened in shock. I recognized those eyes. The eyes that I'd seen in so many dreams.
"I-I-Ian?" Amy asked, taking a step back.
"Hello, love." I grinned. I noticed the top she had on. Oh Lord, she's trying to kill me. I thought.
"W-what are you d-d-doing here?"
"I sing in the contest. You?"
"R-r-really? M-me too!"
"Wow! What a coincidence."
Then a girl with dark skin and dark brown hair came up to Amy. "Amy! There you are! I've been look- who's this?" the girl asked looking at me approvingly.
"I-I-Ian-"
"You mean Ian as in Ian Cobra?" the girl asked, glaring at me murderously.
"Umm it's Kabra, thank you very much. You are?"
"I'm Danielle, Amy's friend and drummer. She's said a lot about you."
"Really?" I asked curiously.
"That's not a good thing."
"Danielle, h-he's fine. I-I-Ian's band is in th-the compeition too." Amy explained.
"Well then, Cobra. Looks like winning will be even more fun than I thought." Danielle said.
"Danielle, can y-you go t-tell the girls I'll be right there?" Amy said.
"But Ian-"
"J-just go."
Danielle walked off.
"Well, love, I guess I should wish you good luck" I smirked. "And sexy top by the way. Interesting choice."
She blushed. "Nellie p-p-picked it out. And d-don't call me l-l-love!"
"Ah, yes. Well, good luck. I'll see you later."
"Y-you too." she said before walking away. Really, Ian? I thought. You had to say that? 'Sexy top by the way.'? Well it was true. So? You made her uncomfortable. Still true. I argued with myself.
When I got back to our stage, the guys were almost finished setting up.
"There you are, Ian!" Charlie said. "You thought you could get out of set up?"
"He kind of did. Where were you anyway?" Nick asked.
I was about to explain when Peter pointed out. "Guys, he's got the "Amy look" in his eyes again."
"Well there's a reason for that. The lead singer of the other band is Amy Cahill!" I explained.
"Who's Amy Cahill?" Charlie asked.
"Dude, seriously? Where have you been? She's only, and I quote, 'The most beautiful girl in the world. Her eyes color of Jade and smile as bright as the sun.'" Peter told him, failing to mimic my accent.
"Only the girl that Ian's totally and completely in love with." Nick summed up.
"I do not love her. I simply… like her. She… interests me. But I do not love her." I denied.
"Dude, call it what you like but it's not changing the fact that you're obsessed with this chick. Or that we have to beat her so what's the plan? Is she a good singer?" Peter asked.
"Not sure. I've never heard her sing. And I am not obsessed-"
"Whatever but if you go all gaga on stage we don't stand a chance." Charlie pointed out.
"You guys act like I'm some kind of lovesick fool. I'll be fine." I told them.
They just looked at me. They were thinking that I was but didn't want to tell me. Note to self: stop talking to friends about Amy.
"Come on, it's almost time to go on." Nick said, breaking the silence.
Charlie grabbed his drumsticks and Peter went to the keyboard while Nick and I picked up our guitars.
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"Attention, everyone!" the announcer yelled into the mic "Welcome to the final face off of the Battle of the Bands! We will have a representative from each band play rock-paper-scissors to determine who goes first.
I know what you're thinking, rock-paper-scissors? How childish! But this wasn't a very well organized competition.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" the crowd chanted.
I did rock. So did Amy.
We tried again. We both got scissors.
We continued to tie for a long time.
After about a million tries the crowd stopped chanting and we both cracked up.
"I give up!" Amy laughed. "Rebecca, can you try?"
The blonde girl, who was at the keyboard, walked over.
"Rock, paper, scissors!" the crowd said hopefully.
Rock verses paper. The girls go first.
Rebecca ran back to the stage and Amy said something to her friends that I didn't hear.
I was going to find out though.
Okay so this has been done before in a similar way but I was watching Good Luck Charlie right before I went to bed so I was thinking about a band battle and Amy and Ian and songs and the clothes some girls these days wear and BAM! I got this!
Oh and Rebecca, Danielle and Adriana are real. They're my real BFFLNMWs and I thought I'd put them in the story. They haven't read the 39 Clues and don't read fanfiction but I think they'd like being characters. Charlie, Nick and Peter are not real though. I just thought of three guy names for them. I imagine Nick as sort of in the shadows, dark, longish hair and darker clothes. Not emo but just… dark. Like Fang in Maximum Ride. Peter has light brown hair and eyes. Sort of a male version of moi. Charlie is blonde and has grey eyes. I felt like I had to explain my OCs. None of the guys have really short hair but not exactly long either.
Interview:
Me: Amy and Ian! I chose you!
Amy: Not the Pokémon thing.
Ian: Excuse me?
Amy: Pokémon. Little Japanese anime critters with super powers?
Ian: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Me: Seriously? You have to be the only boy I know who doesn't know what a Pokémon is! Most boys are obsessed with it for the first eleven to fifty years of their lives!
Amy: Fifty? I can NOT take another thirty-eight years of Dan's Pokémon!
Me: Well actually it can last their whole lives in some cases. I know someone whose grandmother trades card with him.
Amy: Oh no…
Ian: What are you guys talking about? Someone explain this to me!
Me: Sorry. Don't want to risk it. I don't think Amy wants her boyfriend obsessed too.
Amy: He's not-
Me: Whatever! Just tell me about your thoughts.
Amy: That outfit. *Shudder* I would die if I had to wear that in public! Let alone in front of him!
Ian: Why? What's so special about me?
Amy: You just seem like you'd… enjoy it too much.
Ian: I would.
Amy: EW! My point exactly!
Me: Umm… so, Ian, I'm afraid to ask but what did you think?
Ian: I just told you.
Me: Anything that doesn't involve Amy's outfit?
Ian: What's she going to do? What did she say?
Me: Ah, well that's for me to know and you to find out.
Ian: If it involves that list you stole-
Amy: You still have that list?
Me: Yes I do. That's all the time for today!
Director dude: CUT!
Me: FINALLY! You did it right! You get a cookie!