Priestess Adularia: Considering the circumstances, I'm sure hundreds of people have done something like this already, but I've been writing it anyway.
It's basically just random junk. The song is Ironic by Alanis Morissette, but the title is a different Alanis Morissette song. I don't like my choice, but it was this or Everybody's Fool by Evanescence (which was my original plan, but I've decided I don't dislike Rose enough.)
If I get enough reviews, I'll write another songfic by Huntgirl's point of view to You Oughta Know.

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your chardonnay
It's a death
-row pardon two minutes too late

Isn't it odd how watching a movie can make you want to kill yourself?

Jake Long, a.k.a the American Dragon, had just finished watching Batman Returns. He had always been an avid fan of Batman, and besides Catwoman was a hottie.

But today the story of Selina Kyle was too much to bear. Trixie had been right.

He was beginning to wonder if she was always right.

In a funny way, he felt that Trixie had known all along. She had never liked his crush on Rose, he recalled, even when they thought she was just a regular girl.

And she was. Just a regular goal who happened to be his mortal enemy.

And isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

He couldn't stop thinking about her, proof enough—as far as he was concerned—that it had been more than a crush or even an infatuation.

His mind kept going over his happy memories of her, their first meeting, watching fireworks together, dancing together, the feel of her slender body when he had his arm around her…

But those memories had melted away, torn by the image of Huntgirl waving her hand with the dragon mark on it, screaming that it was her destiny to kill him…

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would have thought?

And now he wondered why he hadn't realized it before. So many tiny details…it should have been obvious. If nothing else, her eyes, with their spectacular blueness, should have told him something.

Though he did wonder how Huntgirl's hair could be three times as long as Rose's.

Trixie had known all along, at some level he couldn't guess. Spud…Spud was an idiot. Grandpa hadn't guessed, Fu Dog hadn't considered it…

He should have known.

It figures

He was no Batman, he would be the first to admit—though he would probably have to add that he was much cooler.

And Huntsgirl was no Catwoman.

He was beginning to think she was worse. At least Catwoman didn't kill.

Or, at the very least, she didn't like to.

Mr. Play-It­-Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good
-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down, he thought
Well isn't this nice

Rose had been Huntsgirl. All along. The ninja she-witch who was his mortal enemy, and the beautiful sweet girl who he wanted to date. He had flirted with both, he remembered. But Rose he had cared about.

Huntsgirl was his mortal enemy. She had said so herself.

She was evil.

Why, oh why, couldn't he stop thinking about her?

Or stop loving her, at least.

And isn't it ironicdon't you think?

He had begun to avoid Rose. At first, she seemed surprised. Then, her reaction became one of sorrow. Then sullen silence.

Now they rarely spoke.

She was avoiding him, too.

He couldn't break up with her—they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend yet. They had only dated once, and that date they never managed to finish.

They never even had a first kiss.

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would have thought?

Her bright, happy demeanor was gone. Around him, at least. She bowed her head, spoke little. It had been months since they spoke to each other.

But his every memory of her was fresh, painfully so. Every detail was stark, thorough.

The bad ones.

It figures

The good memories were tenuous—not that he knew the word. In the end, all he carried were the memories of her brilliant sky-blue eyes and brilliant smile.

Those eyes were dull now, the glow sapped as if a cloud had passed over the sun.

And he never saw her smile anymore.

He had turned the radio on full-blast, and he hated the song, but he couldn't bring about the energy to change it.

It was nothing like the pop and rap he usually listened to. It was a mixture of soft, sorrowful yearning and harsh, jagged anger.

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay
And everything's going right

His feelings, to put it bluntly.

One second he missed her, yearned for her, wanted her.

The next his heart blazed, and his lips grew into fangs of their own accord, parting to let flames fly free.

Being a dragon had been ruining his life for a while. But this was too much.

And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face

He had gotten in huge amounts of trouble with his mom, but she hadn't been able to ground him because their dad would want to know why.

That was probably the only good thing about being a dragon, now that he thought about it.

Well, that and learning who his true friends are.

Learning who his girlfriend truly was didn't have anything good about it

Traffic jam when you're already late
A no smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

It's meeting the man of my dream and then meeting his beautiful wife

And now there was a new emotion mixed in with all the others: hate.

He hated his parents and grandfather, who were too insensitive to even notice what he was going through.

He hated Fuu Dog and Haley, who wouldn't cease to pester him.

He hated Spud, who was treating him like a bomb about to go off.

And he hated Trixie, Trixie who had known all along, Trixie who never stopped trying to convince him it was all for the best.

In fact, he hated the whole damn world.

And isn't it ironicdon't you think?
A little too ironic
And yeah, I really do think

Except her. He couldn't hate her.

Rose.

Huntsgirl.

Whatever.

He couldn't hate her, because he still loved her.

It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would have thought?

Except it was Rose who had lied to him and betrayed him, Huntsgirl who had said herself that her one destiny in life was to wipe out his kind.

What had Trixie done, except to be right? If he had listened to her, maybe none of this would have happened.

What had Spud done, either? He was acting like a bomb, he felt like a bomb, and he deserved to be treated like one.

And now he didn't know what he felt anymore.

It figures

He deserved this.

He deserved it for falling in love with a fake.

He deserved it for choosing her over his friends.

And, most of all, he deserved it for still loving her.

And life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way
Of helping you out

And yet, in a way, he knew he was being as unfair to himself as he was to his friends and family and the whole world in general.

No one deserves this.

"Stupid song!" he bellowed suddenly. His lips parted and flames burned through the metal, charring it and replacing the music with a hissing and crackling that he found much less painful.

And yet, somehow, the last words continued to ring through his mind

Helping you out