A/N: I wanted to write some happy Bessa, but I sort of went through writer's block, but then it went away. However, happy Bessa hasn't come to me yet. But some Bessa is better than no Bessa, right? The Wicked section really does need more Bessa…also; this fic was inspired by "I'm Not That Girl"…
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
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Nessa and Boq were sitting next to each other in History, one of the many classes they had together. She stretched out her left hand to take a pen sitting on the desk and, coincidentally, at the same time Boq went to take it with his right hand.
Their hands bumped into each other, and Nessa somewhat quickly took her hand away, blushing. She turned to Boq, who also looked at her, and just for a split second their eyes met. Nessa felt like her heart was whirling. Then Boq turned away, and Nessa took the other pen. But she still had that wonderful feeling of her heart whirling around.
It was from that day on that she started to slowly but undoubtably fall in love with him. He was absolutely perfect in every way. He always treated her so kindly and with such respect. And he never treated her like she was just the poor girl in the wheelchair.
She almost got a little bit worried that she had become immensley obsessive with him after she had had several dreams about him, but she brushed it away. She wasn't going insane or anything of the sort, so what harm could simple yet pleasant dreams do?
When he asked her to the dance, she had most likely been the happiest girl at Shiz University. To find out he liked her as more than just a friend, maybe even loved her, well in her mind, that was just spectacular.
And at the dance she had been having such a lovely time. Her heart was fluttering, and she felt like it was doing a dance of its own. That was, however, until she realized that Boq's eyes kept a steady watch on someone else at the Ozdust. She followed his gaze, then realized calamitously that his eyes were following the lithe body of Galinda Upland. Nessa felt her heart sink.
What if I'm not that girl? She thought. Oh no, this can't be happening…
But it was, she realized. She knew why, too. Galinda was everything that she wasn't. Nessa bit the inside of her mouth and started twisting a bit of her hair with her left hand. Why did she have to be so shy, so small, so delicate, and so unnoticable beyond this horrendible chair?
She decided that maybe she should break the long, awkward silence between herself and Boq. What to ask, what to ask…
"What's in the punch?" she said, asking the first thing that came into her head.
Boq turned around to look at her, and he looked almost a bit surprised that she had spoken. "Lemons and melons and pears."
"Oh my," Nessa said. That was quite an interesting combination…except now she didn't know what else to say. Oh, Ozma, this was going to be an interesting night…