A/N:Hey! Some good news and bad news (depending on how you looks at it). There's actually gonna be another chapter after this! WOOO! :P lol. Only one though, then it's done, promise. The idea came from Eidolon Twilight Princess. Anyway, sorry the chapters are so short, but hope you like them nonetheless. Again, please lemme know what you think.

Disclaimer:I do not own BB or any of the FINE characters. I also do not own any of the songs mentioned here-in but i do however own Ilenna. BTW, the song from ch3 is Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, Ch 4 is Picture To Burn by Talor Swift and ch 5 will be Wasn't You Girlfriend by Mitchel Musso. . . again, in case you didn't know :P


"He said that?"

"Well, yea. . . you kinda did all but demolish his 1969 convertible mustang." Ian grinned at Ilenna. "Very nice touch by the way."

Ilenna ignored the last comment in favor of mulling the previous ones over in her head. So it looks like she'd been wrong; Enrique hadn't wised-up, instead he was telling everyone that she was obsessed with him and that she'd just completely snapped. Of course, the press had gotten a hold of that as well but thanks to a few well-placed threats by Tala, it never made it to the tell-tale black and white print.

With a smirk, Ilenna stood up from her couch and walked over to the window of her living room, placing her hands on the sil as she starred outside. She smiled as the warm heat of the sun flooded into the room and kissed her face.

"So, what are ya gonna do?" Ian asked anxiously. "Diss him? Smear his name all over the media? Spread ghastly lies and rumors about him?. . . By the way, Tala told me to remind you he's just waiting for the word."

Ilenna grinned before turning back around to face her small friend.

"No, I'm not gonna stoop to his level, and yea, I know just what Tal thinks about all of this. Tell him thanks from me."

Ilenna turned her head back to the window as she spoke again.

"You'll see what I'm planning, at the kick-off this afternoon."

Ian frowned in disappointment.

"Aw." He cooed, finally standing up and walking to the door. "OK, fine. I guess I can wait 'til then. See ya later Len."

"Later, Pappy."

Ian scowled at the nick only Ilenna could get away with and left the apartment, leaving the redhead to stare out over the sunny streets of Moscow as she sifted through her thoughts.

State the obvious,
I didn't get my perfect fantasy
I realized you love yourself
More that you could ever love me
So go and tell your friends
That I'm obsessive and crazy,
That's fine
I'll tell mine
You're gay,

-;-

Bright silver eyes starred happily around her for the first time in weeks. Russia was holding it's own private tournament, more of a playful reunion over anything, though most teams would likely take it much more seriously then that. Right then she was standing in the crowded square that had been cleared as a sort of celebration kick-off for the tournament; a bit of fun and laughter to release some tension the tournament may be causing.

"You almost ready?"

Ilenna turned to her side and smiled at the four people beside her.

"Yea, pretty much." She said, giving Tala a smile. The rest of the Blitzkrieg boys smirked back.

"So, ya think this'll get the message across?" Brian asked with a smirk. Ilenna shrugged.

"I don't know." She said simply. "But if it doesn't. . . then I'll have fun doing it anyway."

The other's, save Tala, all laughed.

"I think it's a stupid idea." He said bluntly. Ilenna raised an eyebrow.

"Do you now? And why's that?"

"Because it tells him exactly the opposite of what you want it to; that you're still hurt instead of that you don't give a damn about him anymore." Tala frowned and crossed his arms. "The Ilenna I know wouldn't show that kind of emotion."

Ilenna gave Tala a lopsided smile and shook her head.

"Well, maybe I'm not the Ilenna you know Tally."

Tala's frown deepened, a mixture of his dislike of her comment and the loathing of the dubbed nick. Ilenna laughed at this.

"Relax, Tal." She said with a smile. "I'm joking. Just. . . consider it as getting my point across; and I firmly believe that that's what I'll be doing."

Tala said nothing but his expression told the rest of them that he didn't like Ilenna's idea one bit. But, as usual, he had little say in the matter of her final decisions.

Ilenna reached out to give the redhead before her a tight hug, one he didn't return as he simply stood there with his crossed arms. When she pulled away he merely looked down at her with a weary expression as she turned to walk away, waving over her shoulder as she left.

"Good luck!" Spencer called after her. Ilenna smiled at him before finally turning forwards for the last time.

The idea was, that Ilenna would get up and sing, being a sort of 'opening act' to the kick-off. In the process, having picked what she thought was the perfect song, she had hoped it would show Enrique just what she thought of their whole situation.

Ilenna frowned.

Enrique.

She sure hoped this worked.

-;-

"I hate that stupid old bright red car,
You never let me drive
You're a playboy, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lyin'"

Ilenna's bright eyes starred out over the crowd; ignoring the hundreds of eyes watching her, faces smiling at her, hands clapping along in time with the music. Her eyes were locked on his.

"So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn."

Enrique was frowning as he starred up at her, singing on the stage above him. For once, there wasn't a girl anywhere near him as he stood by his teammates and watched her performance. Right then, he didn't look like the bright, cheery, and cocky player he usually did; right then he looked like a guilty, defeated, and, oddly, broken little boy.

As much as she hated to admit it and the fact that it did, this expression broke Ilenna's heart. But it was no longer because she loved him, or because she was hurting over what he'd done to her; this time it was because she was actually a decent human being -- for the most part -- and it killed her that she was causing someone else pain. Still, he had to learn one way or another.

"There's no time for tears
I'm just sitting here planning my revenge
There's nothing stopping me
From going out with all of your best friends"

At these words, Enrique's eyes widened as big as saucers and he looked to his left at his teammates. His eyes lingered on one of the boys in particular but Ilenna wasn't sure which one.

"And if you come around saying' sorry to me
Tala's going to show you how sorry you'll be"

This got a few chuckles from the crowd and Brian and Ian nudged the redhead's ribs playfully, snickering at the previously sung words as Tala merely sighed and frowned up at the stage.

Enrique was looking back up at Ilenna now and his frown was deeper then ever. Still Ilenna sang on.

"'Cause I hate that stupid old bright red car,
You never let me drive
You're a playboy, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lyin'
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn."

Though nearly everyone knew about Enrique and Ilenna's has-been relationship, most people just thought Ilenna was singing a random song. But there were a few in the crowd who knew the signifigance and they kept shooting Enrique either weary glances, disgusted or angry scowls or approving grins and a thumbs up. The blonde, however, noticed none of this as his eyes were locked firmly on Ilenna and didn't seem to want to leave her.

"And if you're missing me
You better keep it to yourself
'Cause coming back around here
Would be bad for your health"

Ilenna finally tore her gaze away from the blonde, from the redhead, from all their teammates, from everyone and anyone in particular as she starred absently out over the crowd while she finished her song.

"'Cause I hate that stupid bright red car,
You never let me drive
You're a playboy, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lyin'
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
In case you haven't heard,"

Ilenna smiled out at all the faces as she really got into the last bit of the song. She hopped up and down and the crowd below her cheered loudly; a mirror image, her face and actions opposite what she was really feeling on the inside.

"I really, really hate that stupid old bright red car,
You never let me drive
You're a playboy, heartbreak
Who's really bad at lyin'
So watch me strike a match
On all my wasted time
As far as I'm concerned,
You're just another picture to burn.
Burn, burn, burn, baby burn.
Just another picture to burn
Baby burn"

The crowd went wild as Ilenna finished up with a very low, playful bow and a flourish before finally jumping off of the stage to land on her feet among the crowd.

It took some time, but eventually Ilenna managed to push her way through the crowd to Tala and the others; thoroughly weary and annoyed now by the people patting her back and commenting about her performance on all sides.

Ilenna sighed heavily as she stood in front of the Blitzkrieg Boys, all at the back of the crowd, which was considerably thinner here.

"So? What'd ya think?"

"Awesome!" Ian cheered. "You sure put him in his place!"

"He probably didn't even know she was talking about him you moron!" Brian countered irritably.

"Oh, he knew." Tala said bluntly. "As for the performance; I guess we'll have to wait and see if it did the trick or not."

As if on cue, Ilenna turned when she heard a familiar voice beside her.

"Was that really necessary?" Enrique asked with a frown.

Ilenna crossed her arms and frowned as well.

"Yes. I believe it was."

"Why?" Enrique replied, sounding greatly stung. "I said I was sorry! And you said you didn't hate me. Why couldn't we just have talked this out between us? Was it really necessary for you to do that big display in front of half the world?"

Ilenna's frown deepened.

"First of all, I honestly doubt that many people managed to piece together that the song actually meant something, and those who did, don't matter. Second of all, what the hell did you expect? You're dissing me for singing a song when you went to the press to spread all that crap about me?"

Now Enrique grew angry.

"Are you kidding me? That's what all this is about?? Ilenna, I can't help it if they ask questions! I could have said a lot worse then I did!"

Ilenna fumed.

"Yea, you could have, but ya know; crazy and obsessed isn't exactly sugary sweet!"

Enrique paused and blinked, looking a little stunned.

"What?" He asked in confusion. "What are you talking about? All I told them was that we split up because we both had different feelings and opinions. . . where the hell did you get that??"

Ilenna furrowed her brows and opened her mouth to reply but another voice cut her off.

"Uh. . that'd be me. . "

Everyone turned to see Johnny standing beside them with his hand partly raised in the air and a guilty expression on his face, apparently having been listening in on the conversation.

"I uh. . might have exaggerated a bit. . " He said sheepishly. "Enrique told us what happened and stuff and when the press asked me to tell them what he meant by 'different feelings and opinions', I kinda. . . elaborated. . . a lot."

Both blonde and redhead gawked at the Scot with frowns and slightly angry faces.

"Johnny!" They shouted in unison.

"I'm sorry!" He said hurriedly.

"It's a good thing I caught wind of it before those bastards could go to hell with it!" Tala growled, his fists clenching among his crossed arms as he glared at Johnny.

Ilenna sighed heavily.

"Well, whatever, it's done now. . ."

Enrique's frown deepened as he looked back at Ilenna.

"I really am so sorry about all of this Ilenna." He said softly. "I realized how wrong I was and. . and I swear, I will change."

Ilenna gave him a single nod.

"That's good to hear Enri." She said, giving him a small, lopsided smile. Enrique smiled at her, then lifted a hand up to rub the back of his head absently.

"So, I was wondering if-"

"Hey! Len!"

Ilenna smiled upon hearing the affectionate dub and turned away from Enrique to the sweet face approaching her.

"Hey, Oli." She said happily, a warm expression on her face. The amethyst-eyed teen smiled at her and lifted her hand to place a gentle kiss to the back of it once he'd reached her.

"Are you ready?" He asked kindly. Ilenna nodded and looked back at Enrique.

"What were you gonna say Enrique?"

Enrique looked like he'd just been slapped across the face, a pained and deeply stung expression adorning his face as he looked from Ilenna to Oliver and back again.

"Oh. . It's nothing." He replied softly, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

"Alright." Ilenna said indifferently. She then smiled at him.

"I'm really sorry for all of this too Enrie, especially what I did to your. . baby, and for today. I really thought you'd said those horrible things about me. . . Friends?"

The blonde nodded and painstakingly forced a smile.

"Yea. . . friends."

Ilenna smiled again and stepped up to give him a hug. Enrique frowned once more as he slipped his arms around her, hugging her tight to him and closing his eyes as his brows furrowed painfully, savoring the moment; he didn't want to let her go.

Before long, Ilenna pulled away and gave the blonde one last smile before turning back to Oliver and slipping her hand into his, linking their fingers together. They began to walk away and Ilenna threw a wave over her shoulder as they left.

"See ya later guys!" She called happily over her shoulder, calling to the entire group in general.

Oliver looked over his shoulder as well but he had eyes only for Enrique. A single green eyebrow lifted into a high arch as he gave the blonde a serious expression, one that clearly spoke louder then any words ever could and stung the ex-European playboy to the core.

"I warned you. Your loss."