Me: Hey everyone and welcome to my cure for writer's block!

Danny: It's not a cure, it's what you do while you get wait for inspiration.

Me: Whatever. Anyway, I'm dumping all my songfics here. Reviews would be awesome! Sorry for all the people who are waiting for EXILE, it's been ages I know, but I have MAJOR writer's block at the moment. And apologies to everyone else, I have a pact that I update my fics in order XD.

Songfic 1: P.O.V by McFly

I'm getting tired of asking, this is the final time,

"Sorry Amber," his voice was quiet, "I can't make it."

"Why?" I wrapped my scarf around my neck tighter, trying my best to keep warm in the freezing wind.

"Something came up. We'll see the movie another time, OK?"

"What could have come up in the last hour?" I brushed the snow off the bench and sat down, hugging my knees with one numb hand and clutching my phone with the other.

"A family emergency. Don't worry about it. Gotta go. Bye."

So did I make you happy? Because you cried an ocean,

The snow crunched beneath my feet as it walked slowly towards home, leaving deep footprints that disappeared as more flakes fell to the ground. The power had gone out in the lamp posts, and I was forced to make my journey in the freezing, icy dark.

The movie would have started by now, I thought. We could have been snuggled up with some popcorn, watching the film I wanted to see the most, Just My luck. But he had made up probably another lie, leaving me outside in the cold at way past midnight.

But there's a thousand lines about the way you smile, written in my mind,

But every single word's a lie.

"What's a little girl like you doing out on your own this late?" I heard a gruff voice coming from behind me.

I whipped round. A large male figure with a ski mask loomed over me, holding a black shiny object which looked horribly like a gun.

I tried to stay calm. "I'm going home," I said simply.

The man ignored me, "You got a name, sweetie?"

"Amber. Amber McLain."

"Well, Amber McLain, if you come with me, I won't hurt you." He grabbed my wrist and started to lead me down an alley.

I screamed at the top of my voice and broke away. I ran back out onto the street and fled down the road, not caring which way I went.

I never wanted everything to end this way, but you can take the bluest sky and turn it grey.

If the man had pursued, he never caught up, because I soon found myself stumbling through the front door of my house and turning on the fire.

I checked around the house and found that all the power was off here too, so I just sat in front of the fire, keeping warm. I eventually changed into the only clothes that were clean; a tight black top that cut off above my stomach, some black leggings with a big silver belt and a single glove to keep at least one of my hands from going any more numb. I couldn't be bothered to take my bracelet and choker off, even though the cold from them gripped my skin.

I swore to you that I would do my best to change, but you said it don't matter,

About an hour passed of just me sitting there, watching the dancing flames jump around in the fireplace. A few sparks flew out and hit my skin, but I ignored the tiny burns and continued to stare endlessly at the golden light. I had nothing to do; my parents were out for the weekend.

I'm looking at you from another point of view; I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you,

I came back down to Earth after a while and realised that I needed some sleep. Checking that the door was locked before I settled down, I curled up on the sofa, much too tired to crawl upstairs to my room. The glow of the fire was the only thing that lit the small living room as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do.

But now that I think back, I knew I should have turned that fire off.

Is this a sign from Heaven, showing me the light?

I just woke up and found the house in ashes around me. There were firemen everywhere looking for things under the burnt rubble, and I kept waving to them, from a distance away, somehow out of the house and on the snow-covered street.

Was this supposed to happen?

But why didn't they reply to me? I sat down on a charred plank of wood and guessed that they were looking to recover lost items to give us as little insurance money as possible.

They eventually pulled out a pink and blue object, which I instantly recognised as a guitar – my guitar. I ran towards the man clutching it and patted him on the shoulder.

"Can I have my guitar please? And have you found my phone? I need to call my parents."

He gave no response and looked in my direction blankly, as if I wasn't there. The man soon shrugged and went back to the fire chief, leaving my instrument on the top of a pile of recovered belongings. I glared at him, angry for the fact that he acted like I was invisible.

As I reached for my guitar, I realised that I actually was. I couldn't see my arm, but I knew it was there because I could feel it.

I had no time to think about this because I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Yes, sir, that's my little Amber," my mother said in choked voice. She was looking at something on the floor, her eyes filled with tears.

"What are you talking about?" I called to her as I ran, "I'm right here!"

I realised my dad was there too, holding his wife's hand and trying to comfort her.

"There's nothing we could have done honey. Come on, Amber wouldn't have wanted us to stand here crying over her, would she?"

Confused, I looked down. My eyes widened and I stepped back in horror. I was lying on the floor, a sheet covering all of my body except my head. What was going on?

I'm better off without you, so you can leave tonight,

Then I somehow managed to add everything up. The crying, the invisibility, the body.

I was dead.

The fire had killed me, but… I was still here. I. Was. Still. Here. How? How could I still be here? Maybe… that was it. I was ghost. A ghost with nothing but a grudge against a boy. Was that why I remained on Earth? Did it have something to do with him?

Picking up my guitar and whispering a soft, unheard goodbye to my broken parents, I trudged down the icy street. My big, heavy boots left no footprints in the snow and made no sound as I walked. I never shivered, even though I had nothing on that could keep me warm. My head felt hot, but I guessed it was because of some kind of headache. A ghost-headache.

After a while I suddenly became visible again. It didn't make much difference though. My skin was a deathly pale colour and it looked horrible.

And don't you dare come back and try to make things right,

Finding a bench to sit down on, I tried my best to motivate myself to play my guitar. It was probably the only thing from now on that was going to keep me sane, so I pulled out the pick I kept tucked under the strings and played a few notes.

Unlike my voice, the music rang out through the cold silence and I soon found that a song was forming in my head. Someday, I would find the courage to sing it, but not today.

"Hey kid, you need anything?" A concerned-looking man in his forties plodded over to me with gloved hands in his pockets.

"No, I'm fine," I told him, forgetting to realise that someone had seen me.

"Are you sure?" he sounded worried for me, "you look… cold."

"I'm sure sir, I'm perfectly OK."

"If you're sure you're good then… I'll leave you to it," he handed me a small amount of money and began to walk away.

"Thanks," I said to the man as he left.

"No worries," he called back over his shoulder, "it's for the wig! I love it!"

Wig? What wig?

I caught sight of my reflection in a nearby shop window and almost fell off the bench in surprise.

My once golden-brown hair was now a bright blue, but that wasn't what shocked me. It was on fire.

'Cause I'll be ready for a fight, yeah.

Touching my hair didn't seem to burn or hurt, and I assumed that it was another ghostly side-effect. My eyes were a neon green and they pierced through the early-morning darkness like knives.

I wasn't Amber anymore, I realised. I had to be something else, because my reflection wasn't Amber. It was… more like Ember.

I was Ember McLain.

I never wanted everything to end this way,
But you can take the bluest sky and turn it grey.
I swore to you that I would do my best to change,
But you said it don't matter,
I'm looking at you from another point of view,
I don't know how the hell I fell in love with you,
I'd never wish for anyone to feel the way I do.

Danny: And… finish.

Me: Yep, that was the first of 100 songfics. You heard it guys, ONE-HUNDRED. One hundred different songfics will be on here over time. So good luck to me XD