This is Shiz-era, set a day or two after the lion cub scene, obviously musicalverse. I'm not going to follow the plot line of the musical though, because I'm creating my own. Hence, fan fiction. Reviews are welcome! If you like it, favorite and follow! I will try to update everyday or every couple days! Lots of free time! I may or may not have Glinda and Fiyero dating, although, in this chapter it sounds like they aren't. I will have it decided by next the next chapter! Enjoy my monkeys flying monkeys!

Disclaimer: I own a Wicked T-shirt...?

Elphaba had never been so unsure of herself more than in this moment. She was standing outside Fiyero's dorm room, trying to get herself to just knock already. Although that uncertainty flew out the window when none other than the charming prince opened up his door and nearly tackled her to the ground. Luckily, he steadied himself and grabbed Elphaba, preventing her from falling.

"Oh, sorry Fiyero..."

"What are you apologizing for? I'm sorry for nearly crushing you."

"Oh. Right." Oz, where did all of her intelligence go when around him? They both straightened up.

"I was actually just on my way to come talk to you." He said, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.

"Really? I was coming to talk to you." Not that he couldn't tell or anything.

"Yeah, I figured. Care to come inside?" Elphaba reluctantly nodded. She walked into his room, him following suit. Elphaba turned around to face him, but avoided his eyes. Oz, she could get lost in their blue, oceanic depths.

"Look, Fiyero. I just want to apologize. The lion cub thing the other day... When I touched you... Lurline that sounds wrong! Anyways, when I did, you obviously freaked out because, well, you know. The green bean touched you. I'm sorry, and I won't do it again. And when you tried to leave, but I grabbed your hand, did you feel that spark? Of course you didn't. I'm just going crazy. I'm hallucinating. I probably sound so stupid right now. I'm rambling aren't I? Did you notice I'm rambling? I think I'll just shut up now." She finally looked into his eyes. Big mistake. She's lost. He couldn't help but laugh at her nervousness.

"What?" She asked in a defensive tone.

"It's just, you're cute when you're nervous." He replied, not really thinking about what he said before it came out of his mouth. Typical Fiyero. Elphaba looked at her feet, causing her black hair to cover her face, and her blush.

"I think I'll just go. This was obviously a mistake. I'm sorry for touching you..." Elphaba brushed past him to leave, but caught her hand. Once again, they felt that surge of electricity.

"Seriously? You think I had a problem with you touching me? Oz, Elphaba! I'll admit, you are smart, but sometimes you can be so ignorant!" He exclaimed. Elphaba was taken aback.

"What?" She asked.

"I loved it when you touched me. Oz, that does sound wrong... What I felt was unlike anything else I had experienced before. All I know is that I can't explain it, but I certainly liked it." Elphaba, for once, was at loss for words.

"Then why did you jerk away?" Was all she could muster up.

"Why? I did because I'm stupid. I'm brainless. And I'm scared." Fiyero slowly walked towards her, and she backed up. At some point though, she backed into the door, but he didn't stop.

"Because I had the most beautiful woman in all of Oz touch me of all people, in a way that made me exhilarated. Because I have these pure, strong, wonderful feelings for the most wonderful woman, and I'm afraid she won't return them. That's why I jerked away. My stupid fear of rejection. But you're definitely worth the risk." Fiyero didn't know where all that came from, he just kind of said what he felt. They were less than a foot apart now, eyes locked on each other. Then Fiyero noticed something peculiar, that she had so well hidden before. Elphaba was blushing. Her of all people. It was a deep purple, and possibly one of the cutest things he'd ever seen. No, it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

"Now. Is that a good explanation for my idiocy?" He whispered, feeling the need to.

"Is there ever a good explanation for you're idiocy?" She whispered back. Her remark was sarcastic, although her tone wasn't. It was surprisingly soft, and caring. He chuckled softly.

"No. I guess there isn't." Her face lit up with the small smile she was now wearing. He stepped even closer. She tensed somewhat. He brought his hands up, and cupped her face. She melted into his touch. She grasped his forearms. He ever so carefully leaned in. Their lips were mere millimeters apart. Then Elphaba suddenly jerked back, causing her to hit her head on the door.

"Ozdammit!" She muttered under her breath.

"Elphaba, are you okay?" He asked, and she stuttered for a moment.

"I..uh..I have to..go." She turned around and left. This time, he let her. Because he knew if he wanted to win her over, he was going to need help from a certain friend.

It was the next day and Elphaba and Glinda were walking to their history class together.

"Glin, the past is the same thing as history."

"Really? I just don't see how..." Glinda trailed off.

"Sometimes I wonder how you made it past the second grade..."

"Me too!" They both giggled at the blonde's honest remark. Just then, Fiyero walked up to them. Oh great. Elphaba thought.

"Hey! What's so funny?"

"Glinda's IQ." Elphaba replied, only leaving the prince confused.

"Right. Hey, Elphaba, can I talk to you? In private?" he asked.

"Um, I really have to get to class..."

"But it doesn't start for another twenty minutes, you have time!" Glinda cut in.

"See? Perfect." Fiyero said.

"Thanks Glin." Elphaba said dryly, giving a stern look at her roommate. Glinda only returned the look.

"Follow me." Fiyero said, interrupting the two friend's silent glares. Elphaba nodded, and followed him, regretting her decision already. He led her to an empty classroom. He beckoned her inside, and he closed the door behind them. She turned to face him.

"What do you want Fiyero? I have to get to class." That came out a little more harshly than she meant. Gratefully, he ignored it.

"I want to apologize for trying to kiss you. It was wildly inappropriate, and out of line, and I'm sorry." Elphaba was surprised.

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being honorable. And respectful."

"Well, you're welcome."

"So...are we done here?" She didn't give him time to respond as she opened the door. Except, it didn't open, and much to her horror, Elphaba realized it's locked. Oz, what did I ever do to deserve this? She thought as she turned back around.