This is my first songfic and fanfic, so be kind… Please. (Smiles sweetly and bats eyelashes innocently)

Amys P.O.V.

Amy looked in dismay at what Nellie had turned her band, The Extras, into. Her friends were dressed in ripped jeans, knee-high boots and tank tops, the only cool thing about this was that Nellie had thought to put 'The Extras' on the tank tops. The first one to speak was Crystal;

"Jesus Christ, look what Nellies done this time." This brought chuckles from the rest of us. Crystal can always lighten the mood.

"Next time I see Nellie, she's dead" exclaimed Elaina. She always misleads you with her beautiful blond hair, blue eyes and chubby cheeks.

"Now, now Elaina. Such language, from such a lady, is not condoned." Comes a voice from behind us. A silky, slithery voice, that makes my body tingle. Standing in the doorway, is Elaina's drop-dead gorgeous brother, Devon.

"Devon." Elaina groans "what the hell do you think you're doing here!"

"What? I'm not allowed to wish my little sister luck?" Devon replies smoothly. As if four girls weren't currently wishing Devon didn't have a head.

"NO!" everyone shouts at once.

"Fine, just wanted to say 'Good Luck'. Oh and Amy?" Devon asks

"What, Devon?" I ask patiently.

"Can I speak to you outside?" He explains

"You're kidding" I spit out "NOW? Of all times?"

"I'm not kidding, and yes NOW, of all times" Devon says as if speaking to a small, retarded child.

"You have 5 minutes, Ames" explains Jordan.

"Fine" I say, as if Devon isn't jumping on my last nerve. The cold air hits me like a tonne of bricks. "What?" I ask angrily.

"Just wanted to say…" then he does something totally unexpected. He leans down and kisses me. His lips almost bruising mine. My first kiss (Korea was too short, so it doesn't count) and it's with a young God. Life is awesome, and then someone has to go and ruin it.

"Amy?" comes an accent I know all to well. I, sadly, break away and look into Devons, startled, eyes.

"Great" I murmur. I look away and glare at Ian. "Ian" I say venomously "what are you doing here?"

"A-Amy C-Cahill?" I'm surprised he's stuttering, but hopefully it doesn't show on my face.

"Do you know any other Amy Cahills?" I answer coldly. Nothing had improved since the hunt, obviously.

"None as beautiful as you" he says, back to his own signature British accent.

"Well do you mind?" I say wanting to get back to Devon and his soft, soft lips.

"Yes." He replies

"And since when did your opinion count?" I ask with forced sweetness

"Since I became the Lucian leader" he replies as if we're discussing the weather

"Yeah well since I'm the Madrigal leader, I really don't care. But seriously, how'd you get backstage?" I ask confused, it had been hell just getting Nellie through.

"Well, love, I'm performing"

"Oh, well, see you then" I say letting go of Devons hand, which I didn't know I'd been holding, and stormed off into my bands changing room, slamming the door behind me and leaving some very confused boys in my wake.

Ian's P.O.V

I can't believe it. The first time I see Amy after last years Christmas reunion, (and she hadn't even looked in my direction during that) is wrapped in some other idiots arms. He doesn't deserve her. And when I realised it was Devon, I nearly blew a gasket. How could he? He's one of my best friends. And he goes and makes out with my territory. My Amy. Didn't I tell him every single day we've known each other that I love her? Maybe I had actually called her Amelia instead of Amy. Yes that would be it. I'll have to tell him to piss off after the battle. As I walk into my changing room my band, Forever, bombard me with questions,

"Who was that hot chick you were talking to?"

"Can you introduce us?"

"Did you cop a feel?" this continued until the ever smart Jake interrupted

"Do you guys not see the look in his eyes?" I knew instantly what he was talking about. My 'Amy Look' "he's got his Amy look on, that means, either he's been thinking 'bout her, or that 'hot chick' you were just going on about was Amy" so wise at such a young age.

"Actually, yes Jake that was Amy," I reply and just then Devon walks in, I can barely restrain myself, "HOW DARE YOU!" I shout. Devon looks confused, so I did call her Amelia.

"What?" he asks

"You were making out with her!" I scream no doubt that our opposing band can hear me and thinks I'm a psycho.

"Who? Oh Amy, yeah, I've had a crush on her for ages." He says in a dreamy voice.

"Amy is mine, you hear me? MINE!" Now they can probably, defiantly hear us. A tentative voice comes from the door and a lanky girl with brown hair and braces is looking at us with wide brown eyes

"Um, just wondering, could you guys, like, shut up?" she asks.

"Jordan, I'm in the middle of being very confused right now, if you could hold on a sec?" Devon asks, so he knows her?

"Jordan, is it?" I ask and she nods "Right well at the moment I'm claiming territory so, yeah"

"You're talking about Amy Cahill right?" Jordan asks

"Yes" Devon says "At least I think so"

"We are" I stare at Devon coldly

"Um, well how do you even know Amy likes you? Not Devon, because she really likes you, but you ummm…"she trails off

"Ian" I reply, smoothly

"Ian Kabra?" Jordan asks, shocked

"Yes, is that a problem?" I ask confused

"Well it's just that Amy kinda, sorta, maybe, might wish you eternal hell" she says in a sing-song voice

"And how do you know this?"

"Well whenever we bring it up, she gives us the whole story, again and again, emphasising that you broke her heart and then tried to kill her numerous times."

"WHAT!" I screech

"Oh don't worry, we know. I'm a Janus, but apparently I'm as smart as an Ekat. Or that's what Amy says, she is so kind to, almost, everyone" She says teasingly

"Oh. So Amy hates me?" I say sadly

"With every particle of her being, well I gotta go, they're starting" she says and walks away with a slight bounce in her step.

My

Life

Is

Over.

Amys POV

Dan is gonna kill me. It is so awesome here. The stage is the best thing since toaster waffles and the choice of songs are to die for. Oh well. I can't wait to see Ian's face when I walk onto the stage. Speaking of which…

"AMY!" shouts Jordan running towards me.

"WHAT!" I shout back

"I just wanted you to know…" she cuts out panting for breath

"What?" I ask, worried

"He's here." She says as if this should be something big.

"I know, he butted in when me and Devon were kissing"

"Oh so he's the horrible, ass-wiping, jerkface whom you're gonna kill in his sleep?"

"Yeah. I'd already planned to, but now I just have more reason to." I say, as if this explains everything

"But…" her voice is drowned out by the speaker man advising us to get to our places, and quickly.

"We don't have time for this, let's GO!" I shout.

We run to an under ground part were we will be propelled up and land safely on the stage in, hopefully, one piece. When we get there the other band is already waiting, I keep my head down, so Ian can't see me. They go up first. Their names are called out. I only catch that the drummers name is Michael and that they have a keyboardist. Cool, I wish I'd thought of that. Suddenly it's our turn, we stand on our platforms and the announcer calls out our names and instruments as we shot up.

"Elaina Kelland on guitar, Jordan Lambert on drums, Crystal-Rose Prowse on bass and Amy Cahill on vocals." As I shot upwards I catch the look on Ian's face. It is a priceless expression. As we land I hurry over to call a team meeting

"Okay girls, this is no time for mucking about. I say we start out with a slow song to catch them unawares and then hit them with some Avril Lavene." There are no objections to my idea

"Ok then. Christina Perri, Jar of Hearts? That's an insanely slow song, and you're the only one I know who can hit the high notes, Amy" Crystal purposes.

"Good idea, then for the Avril Lavene how about 'What the Hell' I always liked that song." Elaina says. It's obviously not a question.

"Okay then. But first, who's gonna play rock, paper, scissors to start?" Jordan says, always thinking ahead. Of course they all look at me.

"OK fine, but if I kill Ian, it's not my fault. K k?" I say

"Of course not, I'll even help after what he's done to you." Elaina, like I said; murderous. I walk up to centre stage were Ian's already waiting.

"Hello, love" Ian says

"Hello, oh and the next time you call me love, I cut your tongue out, ok?" I say with hate to fire me on

"Love, love, love" he taunts

"Cobra, cobra, cobra" I say "let's just get this over with, k?" we draw, I get paper, he gets rock. The girls go first. "Watch and listen, Cobra, you might just learn something." I walk back. "Were starting, Jar if Hearts, I'll give you 5 minutes to get ready. Go!" I try to make it brief. But the thoughts will never stop churning in my head. Were on

Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri

Song: bold

Amy's thoughts: italic

Ian's thoughts: under lined

And no I can't take one more step towards you

I will never walk his way again

You walk my way every single day, you just fail to see me

Because all that's waiting is regret

So true

Does Amy regret what happened between us in Korea?

And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

I am more than just a means to get the clues

Ghost? She wears a sheet over her head? HAHA! Why do I always make my best jokes in my head?

You lost the love I loved the most

He never loved anyone but himself, I know that now

Wait does this mean that at one point she loved me?

I learnt to live half alive

It's like when he broke me that first time I was two separate people

Defiantly a ghost. My head jokes are so funny

And now you want me one more time

At least, I think so

Yes. I want you forever

And who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, ruler of the world

Ian Kabra, ruler of the world

Running round leaving scars

I do have scars from all the times you tried to KILL ME

I have scared her, in more ways then one.

Collecting your jar of hearts

God know he owns mine a thousand times over

Yes, I have a jar with filled with names of those whose hearts are mine. Amy features quite a lot

And tearing love apart

Defiantly

Those girls loved me? I never guessed

You're gonna catch a cold

Do jerks catch colds?

I don't catch colds

From the ice inside your soul

More like blizzard of sharp pointy bits of ice

Well, my soul is pure, like ice

So don't come back for me

Don't even look at me

No

Who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, Jerk of the century

Umm. Ian Kabra?

I hear you're asking all around

You've called me a million times, how'd you even get my number after I changed it?

I have called her a trillion times. I even called her after she changed her number.

If I'm anywhere to be found

For you, I'm not

Apparently she's not. Dan swears if I call again he will blow me up with dynamite

But I have grown too strong

Reinforced steel covering my heart

I remember when she kicked me. It hurt, she has grown strong

To ever fall back in your arms

Your strong, muscly, tanned, - BAD AMY, BAD!

I wish she would

I learnt to live half alive

You are my better half – STILL BAD, AMY, STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM!

So that means she actually liked me? Even loved me maybe? Sweet

And now you want me one more time

I won't give in though

Yes, I want you Amy

And who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, the boy who takes what he wants, when he wants

Ian Kabra, head of Lucian Branch, and therefore I get what I want, when I want

Running round leaving scars

I remember when we were kids and you pushed me into a glass wall, that hurt you b-

I remember when I accidentally pushed her through a glass wall

Collecting your jar of hearts

I am here to re-claim what is rightfully mine

It is a big jar

And tearing love apart

Like I almost got torn apart by your mums MAN- EATING SHARKS!

Like you almost got torn apart by Isabel's sharks

You're gonna catch a cold

More like the flu

Like I said, I don't catch colds

From the ice inside your soul

You are cold and calculating

I suppose I can be a tad cold sometimes

So don't come back for me

In your high speed Porsche, I'm just fine in my Jeep

I shall chase you in my high speed Porsche, until you accept me

Who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, Master of all that he sees

Ian Kabra, Awesome one

Dear took so long just to feel alright

About 2 years, if I remember correctly, which I do

You actually never gave me my heart back, so I'M not alright

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes

Still working on keeping it in when I'm not around Devon

Her eyes light up when she's around Devon, the b-

I wished I had missed the first time that we kissed

Yes because just after you locked me in a cave

I don't. it was heaven

Because you broke all your promises

There were no promises, but the intent was pretty damn clear

I recall not making promises. But I still broke them.

And now you're back

I should have let you fall off Mt. Everest; it would have saved me a lot of trouble

Yes I am

You're looking to get me back

And to take away the little bit of normalcy I have, which is not a lot, but still

Yes, yes, yes!

And who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, idiot

Ian Kabra, way cooler than Dan Cahill

Running round leaving scars

18, to last count

I wonder how many?

Collecting your jar of hearts a

Must be a big jar

It is a gigantic jar

And tearing love apart

More like shredding, with a chainsaw

I actually put it in the paper shredder these days, but not Amys. I cherish hers

You're gonna catch a cold

A big one

Um, in case you haven't noticed, I DON'T CATCH COLDS!

From the ice inside your soul

Do you even have a soul?

I will never.

So don't come back for me

Or Nellie, or Dan, or any body I care about

For you, yes, for Dan and Nellie, eww no

Don't come back at all

Preferably for the next, oh I don't know, forever?

I will be back for forever

And who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, owner of my heart, you wish

Ian Kabra, wanna-be owner of Amys heart

Running round leaving scars

And bruises and fractures and broken bones

And bruises, and fractures, and God knows how many broken bones

Collecting your jar of hearts a

Giant jar then, considering that you break every girls heart

I break, almost, every girls heart.

And tearing love apart

Like I said, chainsaw

Like I said, paper shredder

You're gonna catch a cold

That would be almost as funny as Natalie when she's around cats

I am not like Natalie when she is around cats

From the ice inside your soul

And your heart

If I'm going to catch a cold it will be from my ice cold heart

So don't come back for me

Because you, hopefully, don't know were I live

Good thing I know were she lives

Don't come back at all

Don't even come to Boston anymore, please

I will search al of Boston and never leave until I have found her and convinced her I love

her

Who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, soul eater

Ian Kabra, sad because you choose some one else

Who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra, heartbreaker

Ian Kabra, thinking of going emo

Who do you think you are?

Ian Kabra

Ian Kabra

I look around. All I hear is the sounds of mad clapping from the audience. I find Ian; I hope he heard the double meaning in that particular song. His hands move together in a smooth clapping motion. He starts to walk toward centre stage; I motion for my girls to follow me. As he has his band following him.

"Well, Cobra, I hope you enjoyed that song?" I ask. An unspoken threat in my voice.

"We will just have to wait and see" as I turn to leave I notice Elaina and their bassist ,Mitchell, staring at each other as if they were blind before this moment.

"All we need is cheesy music," Crystal says, teasingly. It immediately snaps Elaina out of it.

"Huh?" comes her startled reply.

"Its okay, Elaina, you weren't staring that much." I say soothingly "Promise"

There you go. A whole chapter. Be thankful I get the computer to do my homework. Otherwise this would never get done. Will hopefully update soon. Did I mention I don't know how to spell? Espically names? So sorry to all you die hard Avril fans if I've miss-spelt her name, OUCH! Who threw that chair?

Chow for now,

Priceless Xpressions.