Once again, my cousin chocoholic4eva has co-authored and come to my rescue with the romance. This is a song from the musical Wicked, a play about the Wicked Witch of the West and her best friend Glinda the Good Witch from The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
Disclaimer: We own no TV shows. That includes Storm Hawks. No matter how much we love it... it isn't ours! We also do not own any plays, including Wicked, or its song "I'm Not That Girl". Or the book. Don't forget the book!
Storm Hawks—I'm Not That Girl
By WhispertheWolf and chocoholic4eva
Part 1
I was carrying a huge stack of maps back to work, piled so high I couldn't see where I was going, so it was completely Aerrow's fault when we collided. Let's just say I wasn't all that happy with him. I had those in a very specific order!
"Sorry, Piper…" Aerrow began.
I growled, and he backed off, but I didn't say anything. To avoid screaming my lungs out at him for messing up my order, I went to pick them up. Apparently, Aerrow had the same idea, except he was trying to dodge the bullet. We both grabbed the same map, of Cyclonian borders, and…
Hands touch, eyes meet,
Sudden silence, sudden heat,
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl.
Since that day, something has changed about the way I feel about Aerrow. He was always my best friend before, but now… Well, let's just say, Robin ruined everything.
He could be that boy,
But I'm not that girl.
I want to be sick. Or die. Dying would be nice right now.
Ever since Aerrow had met Robin, blonde, beautiful, perfect Robin, he had been making eyes at her. Typical, teenage boy, lamb-eyes. He has never looked at me like that.
When he figured out that she had been subtly flirting, they… Well, Aerrow hasn't been practicing battle techniques since then. He has been, um, otherwise occupied. Robin keeps him very busy.
Sometimes I wish that it could be us. Okay, most of the time.
Don't dream too far.
Don't lose sight of who you are.
Don't remember that rush of joy.
He could that boy.
I'm not that girl.
I tried to impress him by practicing relentlessly. He never seems to notice me, but I will sometimes imagine he does. But in the end, it only hurts more.
Every so often we long to steal,
To the land of what-might-have-been,
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel,
When reality sets back in.
I see her walking with him. She always acts so innocent, so naïve. And she's blonde! She's cute, she's perfect, she's casual. She's the kind of girl who can say something like, "He talks about you all the time," without being jealous at all.
And Aerrow adores her.
Blithe smile, lithe limb.
She who's winsome, she wins him.
Gold hair with a gentle curl.
That's the girl he chose,
And heaven knows,
I'm not that girl…
Maybe, just maybe… Stop it Piper. What ifs and wishing won't get you anywhere! It will only lead to pain.
Don't wish, don't start.
Wishing only wounds the heart.
After all, it's clear I'm not what he wants. He wants someone poised and proper, someone… not me.
He wants Robin.
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl.
There's a girl I know.
He loves her so.
I'm not that girl.
Aerrow entered my room, breaking in on my misery.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Please review! I wonder what Aerrow's gonna say? Wait, I know! You think? Yes, I do!