Hey, it's me! I was away for a while, and my USB broke so I lost the chapter for the other story. I randomly typed this up, and it isn't very good, but I'm totally out of ideas, so this is all I could come up with. Thanks for reading!
Elphaba found herself padding out of her dorm, her bare feet slapping the ground as she gently shut the door on Galinda's snores. She walked down the hall, her long black hair tumbling over her shoulders. She shook it softly, the shiny locks falling out of her face. She walked down the hall, identifying dorm rooms as she walked.
"Milla... Pfannee... Shenshen..." she whispered, her brown eyes searching frantically. "Boq... Avaric... Fiyero..." She closed her eyes outside Fiyero's room, leaning against the door, her heart pounding. The door smelled woodsey, like him, with a soft hint of his favorite shampoo. A voice made her jump.
"Boq..." mumbled a voice from inside the room. "I'm bored."
Fiyero.
Her heart leaped, her eyes shooting open.
"That's nice." Boq mumbled back. There was a rustling of sheets as someone rolled over in bed. "Sweet Oz, Fiyero, it's 2:23 in the morning."
"I know. But I've been thinking..."
"Well, Fiyero, this is the worst time to start. I'm tired."
"But I keep thinking about this girl..."
Elphaba shut her eyes, her heart plummeting. Don't wish...
"She's beautiful..."
Don't start...
"I love her."
Wishing only wounds the heart.
"Who?" Boq asked.
"I don't know."
"What?"
"I haven't met her yet... but I know her."
"Stop speaking in riddles; it's entirely too early for that."
"She's familiar. I've... seen her before... maybe in another dream. But I don't know her..."
"What's she look like?"
"Gorgeous layers of long hair, these eyes that sparkle like midnight, perfect white teeth..."
Elphaba hurried on, unable to listen to Fiyero's words any longer. She made her way to the art room - Mr. Bell, the art director, a Bear, always left it unlocked for her. Elphaba opened the door, a gust of painty air carpeting her. She grabbed the clay, closing her eyes again. Her hands worked of their own accord, sculpting something. She didn't know what she'd made until she stopped and looked. When she did, she was nearly scared out of her skin.
It was him.
The boy she'd draw the day before, the one she'd invented as the perfect boy. But it was only his eyes, it must have been a coincidence. Everyone's eyes looked the same. But no, his eyes had a sparkle. She let herself finish the sculpture, looking back at it every once in a while to watch the way his hair waved, falling casually into his eyes, the way his lips took on an easy smile, revealing dimples, though his eyes were unfocused, staring at something else. At one point, Elphaba turned to see if another person was there.
But there was no one.
Elphaba picked up the finished head and left it on Mr. Bell's desk with a tarp covering it. The students always left their pieces on his desk, but for some reason, Elphaba paused. Not this piece, it was too special. She brought it back to her room and stashed it in her nearly-empty closet, before climbing into bed and attempting to erase all memories of the boy she'd invented, and most of all, erase her memory of Fiyero's dream-girl.