Yes I am aware someone has done this, but terfle has ordered me to write, and this is what I have been stewing about, for a few weeks by the way. I don't own Wicked, did you really think I did?
Nessa, the stalker chick
you're a psyco and you're sick
Oh, Nessa the stalker chick
you scare me, you scare me, you scare me!
Boq sighed as he finished the rewrite of Nessa's poem. He looked at the clock by his small bed, it read eight on the nose, in just eleven minuets, she would come to his window. Slowly, his thoughts drifted to the past few weeks.
Boq was manning the latte stationat Ozbuckes when in walked, er, in wheeled his soon to be shadow. At exactly eight-eleven, she ordred a double latte, nothing unusual, until she did it again, and again, and again. One day they got into a out of the ordinary, and Boq had given her some extra foam on her latte, the poor girl looked spent! Little did he know, that was when it would all get out of hand.
The poor munchkin had found a napkin, with a poem on it, a disturbing poem.
Boqy, the latte boy!
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Boqy, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him!
Walking into his friend JB's basement, Boq was suprised to see Nessa, in the front row, screaming his name. "Dude she's been here since seven thirty! And she said she was your girlfriend!" The worst part was that she had been there for an hour and a half. The girl was clearly a lunitic, deserving of a padded room.
Later, as he ran to try to lose her while she followed him, Boq started composing another version of her poem.
The irate munchkins musings were cut off abruptly by the first line of her poem. Finally he had had enough! Leaning out the window Boq shouted at little miss psyco stalker, "Go home girl! I'm not your toy, and Boqy the latte boy, is calling, is calling the police!" Ugh, many a girl has let me court her, never have I needed a restraining order! "I'm transfering to a new Ozbucks, there's twenty on every block, so good luck finding me, freak!" he called as the crippled girl was shoved into the car. With the assumption that he was safe, Boq went back to bed.
Thump, Thump. Boq was jerked from his wonderfull dream about happy, stalker-free, unicorn land. He carfully went to the window, and looked small munchkins eyes went wide. On his lawn, with a baseball bat, stood Nessarose's older sister, Elphaba, and she was not happy. "Oh Boq!"
Soooooo? If you want the long backstory behind this, PM me. Review, or I will sic my rabid flying monkeys on you! (insert evil cackle)