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Name: I'm not that girl

Genre: Lookie here! It's my first ever SONGFIC!!! And it's full of romantic angst!

Summary: I'm doing some one sided Tokka here, because I feel so bad for Toph since Sokka is already in love with Suki… This takes place in a Suki-joined-the-gaang universe. Oh yeah, and lyrics will be in italics.

They think that because I'm blind, I don't know what's going on… they think I can't see them when they walk into the woods together and don't return for hours. But they forget: I see everything.

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.

Sokka… I guess I've had a crush on him since I first joined this little band of ours. He's funny… sarcastic like me….strong….and sometimes he can even be smart in a pinch! Whenever my parents would get all mushy with each other, I would sometimes imagine what it would be like to have a "special someone" to get all mushy with. And I imagined Sokka. But when this man of my dreams finally came to take me away from my lonely, sheltered life, it wasn't exactly a happy ending right then and there. It was just my luck that it would turn out that Sokka already has a girlfriend.

Don't dream to 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.

And besides… I'm not even the kind of girl Sokka likes anyway. I'm not going to delude myself here. I'm twelve and he's sixteen. No matter how hard I try to act all mature and stuff… all I'll ever be to him is a little girl. In his eyes, I'll never be pretty… I'll be cute. I won't be beautiful… I'll be adorable. I'll always be just a friend… that little kid that's fun to hang out with. I'll never be girlfriend material in his eyes.

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.

Sometimes I'll imagine what it would be like if I were just a couple years older… if I were just a little bit more girly… If I wasn't blind... Like that time in Ba Sing Se when Katara took me to that spa place. I actually felt girly for once… I felt… pretty. But then those girls came and brought me back to painful reality. "I think she looks cute… like that time you put a sweater on your poodle-monkey!" Cute. How I hate that word. It sums up everything I have been fighting against since the day I was born. That cute little blind girl. That's all I'll ever be in his eyes. It doesn't matter that Katara thinks I'm pretty. Because the only thing that matters is if Sokka thinks I'm pretty. And he doesn't. Sokka already has a girlfriend.

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.

I'll bet Suki's pretty. I'll bet she's beautiful. And she's a non-bending warrior just like Sokka. She doesn't need some "fancy rock throwing" to show him she's tough. And she's actually his age. They're perfect for each other. I should be happy for them. If he's happy, I'm happy right? I have no right to be jealous. But still…

Don't wish…don't start. Wishing only… wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and pearl. There's a girl I know… he loves her so...

I'm not that girl.