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A/N: Songfic for I'm Not That Girl, from the musical Wicked. This song has always meant a lot to me, so I decided to write a songfic for it. As usual with my songfics, the characters aren't named. I will update this story and name them on Sept. 2. Be sure to put your guesses in your review. Song lyrics are in italics as usual.
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl
What is it about them that makes me sick? It isn't the relationship, which I don't envy the least bit. She's too clingy, I think – it's like she thinks that if she lets go, he'll leave. I wouldn't blame him the least bit if I did. It's just that I like him, and he's totally out of my league, or so one of my friends puts it.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
It's not seeing someone else with him that hurts; it's not being that person. I don't even know why I like him, really. He's just, well, been there a lot lately as a friend. Why am I suddenly confused about my feelings?
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
What is it about me that he dislikes? I'm a loner, that's for sure, but she used to be one, and look at her now. Maybe it's my flighty and unusual personality – hey, wait; I don't know anyone who DOESN'T dislike that side of me. I just wish I knew what it was.
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:
A lot of people have said that the best girl ended up with him. Hah! So she's pretty, charming, and otherwise my polar opposite. That doesn't gain her any points in life; why should it gain her points in his eyes. But it has, of course, in this world in which looks are everything for girls around my age.
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl:
If I don't think about it, maybe it'll go away. Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and all of this will just be an unpleasant memory. If only I could be that lucky! If only I was her. I don't envy her; I just want what she has. There's a difference, isn't there?