hey you guys, sorry for the wait. it took a while to figure out what i was gonna do with this chapter. Next one is more plot-full, this is just a filler songfic. The song is "I'm not that girl" from Wicked, and i don't own it.

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"Megan…honey it's okay…it's better this way, you're right…" Stephanie tried desperately to console a sobbing Megan Wednesday afternoon.

"I feel like such an idiot…" Megan was curled up on her bed hugging a pillow. "I'm an idiot. Why am I such an idiot?"

"You're not an idiot. Honey, it was the best thing you could have done. Trust me, it'll be better like this."

"Steph, I can't come home until Saturday. What am I going to do until then?"

"You'll just have to wait it out. Look, I have to go. I'll see you on Saturday."

"Okay…thanks Steph."

"It's nothing" They hung up.

Megan was sulking in her room again. She was too scared to talk to him.

'Why did I have to pretend I didn't love him…what happens if he finds out? What would he think of me?'

It was almost an hour of sitting alone in her room with thoughts like these before she finally left the room for the music hall. She picked through the volumes of songs, finally finding a more recent score than many of the others. She took it to the piano and was able to pick out enough of an instrumental to accompany herself.

"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"

It wouldn't matter how she felt, anyway. He was obviously still in love with Cecilia. He'd never really be hers.

"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"

There was no point in worrying anymore. She'd told him that she didn't love him, and that was that. Whether it was true or not, she shouldn't worry him by avoiding him.

"Ev'ry 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"

She could always dream about what might have happened, but that would never make it real. She probably would always dream. Megan couldn't tell if the empty place in her heart would ever be filled by anyone else.

"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"

The girl in the portraits was so beautiful. She was so much more elegant and refined than Megan. With a jolt, Megan realized how she must look to Pegasus. She was some strange, 16-year-old nobody who just happened to win a contest and show up at his home. Why should he ever have noticed her?

"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"

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Pegasus was worried again about Megan. Regardless of how she felt, he loved her and wanted to make sure she was okay. His heart thrilled to say he loved her, even just inside his mind.

When she didn't respond from her room, Pegasus went yet again to look for her by the piano. As he got closer, he could hear her voice float through the hallway and hear the off-key plunking notes of her self-accompaniment.

'I have to teach her piano…' His thoughts were cut off as he got close enough to make out the lyrics.

'Why would she sing that…it's probably just something she found…then why does it sound so heartfelt?'

Pegasus stood for a moment outside the door, just listening to her. Then, thinking and wondering, he left her alone.