Title: Head Over Wheels

Summary: I know it's head over heels, but for me I don't think that fits…

Rating: All ages

Author's Note: I was bored.

"I'll just be a minute; I couldn't reach my braces, and I had to wait to get dressed. I'm sorry…" Nessa's voice drifted through the empty room as Boq settled onto a chair near her bed. His dark hair ruffled slightly in the wind from the open window to his left, and his ears caught the gentle sound of pages blowing in the breeze. His blue eyes found the tattered leather book shoved precariously beneath the bed. Glancing back at the bathroom, he picked it up.

"It's fine, Nessa. We have a while; I was early." One page hung out of the binding:

Winter; 7

Faba got me a diary for my birthday. She said it would make the days inside feel less lonely since I can't go out in the snow. I hope she's right. I can hear the children playing outside, and the snow looks so pretty. It glistens and just lays there letting the wind push it whichever way-like me. I get so tired of people doing that. It's not like I can't move myself…

He glanced up as a small clattered came through the door to the bathroom.

"Nessa, are you-"

"I'm fine."

He glanced back down at the page.

…And I can take care of myself. Every little bump or clattered isn't me, and they don't mean I'm dying.

He shook his head and laughed. Brushing aside a few more pages, he began reading again.

Summer; 15

We're going to Shiz! Faba had wanted to go to a university and Father wouldn't let her. It was her birthday the other day, and it took me ages to convince Father that I was ready. I'd sent off a letter to the Headmistress about entering early. He read it three times before deciding it was all right. As long as I can keep up we can stay, and since Faba has to take care of me she's going! I hope she likes Shiz…It was the only school willing to let me enter early, and it's very good. There's a history teacher there she raves about. I usually can't get her to shut up about him. She'll be with other people her age. Maybe she'll learn to make friends. She deserves it.

Boq swallowed. So Nessa had set it up. He glanced around the room and wondered how he hadn't thought about her age before.

Fall; 15

It's wonderful. I don't think that Faba is happy, but maybe the party will help. I don't blame her though; Miss Galinda did look rather talkative, and she hates that. I shouldn't feel depressed though. Boq, he's amazing. Why he would ask me to a dance though is strange. It's not like I can dance, but for once I'm not just the girl in the chair; he just treated me like I was normal. We talked for awhile. Glinda encouraged him to ask me. She can't be all that bad if she would do that. I think I finally get it-the whole head over heels things. I think I'm just head over wheels…Sweet Oz, I'm strange, but he makes me happy, and he treats me like I'm normal. He's perfect.

Boq snorted. Yes, she was strange, but-

"Boq, I'm done. Sorry, the corners kept catching on my dress." He shoved the book back under the bed. Turning, he saw her smiling and rolling out of the bathroom she had thanks to Morrible. His heart sunk at the sight of her.

"You look gorgeous, Miss Nessarose." She blushed.

"You can call me Nessa, Boq. You look wonderful." She smiled again.

There was no chance he could never tell her now; not with her smiling at him like that.

-End-

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