I'm Not That Girl: Victoria/Mistoffelees/Jemima Song Fic

I know probably someone has done one of these, but I want to give it a shot. I love Vicky/Misto and Jemima/Misto pairings so I had to do one like it.

I am not taking anyone's credit if they have done this. I'm doing my own. I own no rights to CATS or Wicked.

Life had been hard on Jemima ever since her best friend, Victoria, admitted that she liked Mistoffelees. The truth was, Jemima did too. She didn't like him, she loved him. She wanted to be with him. But Mistoffelees was closer to Victoria than he was with Jemima. So, Jemima, with a tug at her heart and soul, told Victoria to take her chance and be with him. Victoria protested, but eventually just gave in. Now Misto and Vicky were closer than ever.

The next night Jemima was walking to her perch on the TSE-1 to watch the moon, the only haven she had right now. She loved how the moon was, so perfect. It was her safe place, her dreams.

As she went to jump up on the cab of the truck, she heard laughter. Turning around, she slid behind some overturned boxes. Peeking around the corner, she had to stifle a gasp.

There they were. Victoria and Mistoffelees, together. They were dancing in the clearing and having a blast.

Hands touch.

Their hands were connected.

Eyes meet.

Their eyes were locked on each other.

Sudden silence, Sudden heat. Hearts leap, in a giddy whirl.

Jemima watched as their silence went on and on. They were smiling at each other, lost for words.

He could be that boy. But I'm not that girl

Jemima sighed, still watching them. She wanted to be the one holding Misto's hands. She would never hate her best friend, but she loved him.

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.

Jemima watched as Misto wrapped his arms around her waist. Victoria wrapped her arms around his neck. She silently cursed herself. If only she was better than Victoria. Vicky had a perfect pure white coat, Jemima's was a mixture of colors. Victoria was graceful, Jemima could only sing. Victoria had all the guys wanting her, Jemima had her only friend, Tumblebrutus, and he was falling for Etcetera. Jemima didn't know what to do.

She watched as the just stared.

"Misto?" Victoria asked.

"Yes?" He said.

"I love you." She said. Mistoffelees smiled, pressing her forehead to his.

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.

Jemima watched them. A silent tear ran down her face, dropping onto her chest. She held her breath, hoping she wouldn't sob out loud. Everything had fallen apart, and she had no one to love anymore.

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

She watched as their lips met, and she turned away. Tears cascaded down her face. She tried to wipe them away and turned back around.

"I love you." He murmured. Jemima shook her head. Her dreams were gone.

Don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart. I wasn't born for the rose and the pear,l There's a girl I know. He loves her so. I'm not that girl...