AN: In my attempt to hide from my roommates vast number of visitors, I decided to post a new story from the comfort of my room…It's been an hour (send help please :p) So instead of going and talking to people I don't get along with, I'm sharing the first chapter of a story I've been writing...

Elphaba stared at the suitcase in her hands, feeling the weight of her few belongings reminded her that she was going to go to Shiz University. Sure, it was only so she could take care of her sister Nessarose, but, still…She had dreamed of going to Shiz University since she was a child, only those who had the talent and were able to pass the initial exam to even be considered were allowed to enter, amongst the tuition fees of course. She tutored Nessarose for a year just for the exam and when she was finally comfortable enough to go and take it, they took it together. Where Nessa went she would go as well. Now here they were three months after taking their exams, with their suitcases packed and a carriage waiting to take them.

...And she didn't want to go. How could she leave? How was she able to agree on leaving, and tearing her apart from one of the only people in Munchkinland who did not look at her skin as something bad? This day was the happiest moment of her life as well as one of the worst.

Attending a prestige university; a goal she wished for since she could remember, and leaving behind the boy who was able to look past the skin and love the person inside, love the girl behind the green.

The tall boy with the mole in the middle of his neck.

The boy that had grown muscular from shoveling dirt his whole life.

The same boy whose dark blonde hair was almost permanently swept to the side from too much wind.

The son of the farmer.

Who lived barely a block away, a boy she has known since his father became their gardener.

At five years of age…

She remembered being chased by him. A tanned five year old chasing a green little girl around her own garden with a frog he had found, trying to get her to kiss it.

"Its your husband! Kiss kissy leafyba!" She remembered him yelling at her while she ran away trying to stop him from getting her dress messy.

And by some lovely miracle that nickname went away five years later when she was the one chasing him when she towered over him, and because she found out he had a terrible fear of water.

"It's just water it won't melt you! " She had told him as she cornered him with a bucket of water in her slim hands.

"ELPHABA! " Her father had yelled out when he saw her scaring him. He had pulled her arm and made her throw the bucket to the floor still grasping onto her arm as tightly as he could. The farmers boy flinched and ran off as her father dragged her away. He never spoke of it and ignored her for years except for the occasional glance and insult which was normal from everyone.

It wasn't until the age of fifteen when she was being chased by a group of boys tormenting her. They threw sticks and white paint at her when they were still on school ground.

"We're only trying to make you normal colored freak! We all know your father would be grateful." One of the boys had said as the others laughed. Elphaba grew angry and had lost control of the magic she was cursed with, sending the boy flying off. As soon as she did one of the other boys raised his fist and since she was busy trying not to let her curse explode again, it hit her in the eye, which in turn made her raise her knee...And then another fist caught her lip before she sped off and they began chasing her. Lucky for her, she loved to run and they were unable to catch her.

She had run as fast as she could to her home but grew tired after a while so she climbed a tree that was on a nearby farm. The boys looked for her for bit longer before they left, exclaiming loudly on how they would beat her skin color to normal.

Her bottom lip felt warm to the touch and her left eye had started to swell, but she recalled feeling like it had been completely worth it as she let her eyes rest.

Which at the time seemed like a great idea from how tired and in pain she was, but she was still in a tree. Next thing she knew she was falling onto the ground with a loud thud. She groaned pushing herself up but failing to do so when her body fought back from the fall.

"That's what you get for sleeping in a tree stupid girl." She heard the still changing voice of that idiot boy. She ignored him trying to stand up, she half managed to stand but crumpled to the ground immediately.

"What are you doing? Your sister was looking for you, you know? Stop playing around - What happened?" She brushed him off pushing herself to stand despite her aching body, using the tree for support.

"As if you care, just go and leave me alone. " She stumbled while taking a step forward, her foot throbbing with pain. He watched her, panic spreading across his face. "Your father...He didn't—"

"No! As if it were my of your business if it was." Elphaba had swallowed the pain and started to walk as if nothing. She would not give this lanky boy the satisfaction of seeing her in pain.

"You're hurt." He stated.

"I'm. Fine." Of course her fall to the ground told otherwise.

She grumbled then immediately stiffened when she felt a hand wrap around her arm. "Don't touch me!"

"I'm only trying to help!" He yelled brushing his long hair from his eyes.

"I don't need it!"

"Fine, if you want to be with that of your color go ahead and lay on the grass! I don't know why I am bothering anyway. " His voice cracked as he threw his hands in the air, storming off.

Elphaba had decided she would sleep under that tree that night and suffer whatever punishment for not coming home from her father later. Right now she needed rest. She pushed herself back so she could lean against the tree letting her eyes, or eye in this case, close for sleep. Not a few minutes later she was awakened by someone lifting her from the ground. She had kicked and she had slapped him on the chest so he could let her go but failed when she hissed in pain from her ankle.

"You asshole! Put me down!"

"No. Your father will punish you if he finds you out here and my father will put the blame on me. I do not want to be punished because you are too stubborn Elphaba."

"If you don't put me down Sanevan, you will be punished when I just tell your father that you were the one who did this to me."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me flower boy."

He had glared at her before putting her down to stand holding her arm to give her support. She shook his hand off but he only tightened his grip on her.

A feat that only caused her to throw them both to the ground.

Her body was lying on his and she could feel his heartbeat accelerate. She rapidly pushed herself off his chest and met his eyes. For a moment that felt like forever, light hazel colored eyes and dark brown eyes looked into each other without anger, without annoyance, and without loathing.

He had looked up at her, his hand had raised tentatively before he traced her swollen eye down to her bruised lip. He had stood them up quickly and led her home without a further word from either one.

Neither wanted to mention what happened… Neither had understood.

Elphaba had avoided her father so he wouldn't question the black eye or the cut on her lip.

It had been a saturday and her father had taken her sister to the market. He had promised Nessarose a new set of earnings if she passed her school tests. Some regional testing of which Elphaba had received the highest mark ever didn't really matter to her father as she wasn't Nessarose.

Her room, in the attic, cost her a great amount of pain to climb that night and with some luck her father paid no attention, either from lack of care or just not lay back on her bed reading her book with her leg propped up by a few books and one pillow.

Reading, or attempting to read, for all Elphaba Thropp could think about was the hazel eyes of that lanky boy. They hadn't looked at her with any hate or any malice. That boy that was growing older, and growing taller. Whose heart beat underneath her so quickly, it matched her own at that very moment.

What was wrong with her? Why did it feel like her blood rushed throughout her body at the thought of the hazel eyed idiot who she so despised? How did she stop this?A knock on the window pane caused her thoughts to shift from the lanky boy into ones of confusion. Who would be knocking on her window? A window that was on an attic roof?

"Uh…yes?" She asked not entirely sure if it was just her hectic mind hearing things. No, She definitely heard her window open just now.

"Elphaba?" His head poked inside the curtain looking for her and she sat up quickly.

"Sanevan?" What was he doing here?

Their eyes met again and the feeling, the rush, whatever it was came back.

"Are you naked?" He asked after a moment and she narrowed her eyes fighting the warmth that flooded to her face.

"If I was you would have seen even more green because you are too stupid to ask before you look inside." Now it was his turn to have his cheeks go red.

"So it's true that you are really green all over?" He smirked at her and she grew angry.

"Out. " She went for the pencil at her bedside table, throwing at him. His eyes widened as his head disappeared from her window. She had initially assumed he had left, but then she heard his voice.

"I can't stop thinking of yesterday. " It came out so quietly that if anyone had made a sound she would not have heard it.

"I hurt myself what's there to think about?" She turned her head back to her book hoping he would just walk away and let her be.

"I know, but... it's not what I was talking about."

Her grip on her book slightly faltered,"I don't know what you mean then?"

"Can I come in? "

Her head rose. "What for?"

Silenced followed.

"I wanted to talk, see if you were ok? " He said, once again putting his head into her window.

"As you can see I'm perfectly fine, and you can talk without coming into my room. " It was far too late as he pushed himself inside, closing the window behind him.

"What in Oz!" She exclaimed, letting her book fall to her lap as she glared at him. "Get out!"

"Wow, what a view. " He said ignoring her and looking outside.

"Out flower boy!" She told him as he turned to her.

"I just want to talk." He shrugged. Elphaba frowned ready to throw her book at his head stopping only when she saw his right hand smeared with blood.

"What in Oz have you been doing? "

"Huh? Oh, the hand? "

She gave him a look.

"I-Nothing... Just hit myself coming up, guess I didn't see." Elphaba didn't believe that for a second.

"So what do you want?" She asked him once she realized he wasn't leaving.

"Maybe something clean so I can wrap this... How's your leg? " He sat himself next to her.

"Get off of my bed!" She screamed as she grabbed her book and started swinging it at him.

He hissed, standing as fast as he could while clutching his side backing away from her and stumbling over the chair next to her desk.

"The hell was that for? " He looked angrily at her, taking painful breaths as his eyes flicked down to his side. The hand with no blood on it clutching at his shirt and without looking at her he lifted the fabric, a large red bruise across his ribs and his side.

"Are you ok? " She asked with worry. He had ignored her, busying himself with his hurt side before he began to head to the window.

Elphaba threw her legs across the side of the bed pushing herself off and stumbling towards him, ignoring the pain shooting across her body. She put her hand on his to stop him.A small shiver ran up her spine as they both stopped in their movements.

For the second time the world around them slowed. And she swore her heart skipped a beat when his hand turned to hold hers.

Looking up she saw him already staring at her.

"You're going to hurt yourself." She said to him.

"So are you." He replied, both of them going back to stare at the hands that were still holding onto the other. His hand moved again and for a second she felt disappointed that he was going to let go, but it never did.

They had spent the rest of that day talking. She explained how the boys had taunted her and hit her and he revealed how he heard a group of boys boasting of hitting her and how he had confronted them.

She remembered being surprised. "You did that? To defend me? "

He had shrugged as if it was nothing. "They shouldn't be boasting about hitting you."

"That was foolish of you going against those boys."

He brushed it off."I got a few good hits. "

"So did they."

Their hands never moved.

They had come to a silent agreement that day that they would be friends from then on.

The farmers son and the governors daughter.

It wasn't for another two years when that lanky thin boy turned into a taller and more fit young man. His voice no longer cracked and his once gangly limbs showed signs of strength, of muscles that would be visible when he worked on shoveling the yard.

His hair much shorter than before never touching his forehead. His eyes an even lighter shade against the natural tan color of his skin.

The green girl had also grown, much less than him. She grew a few more inches, still towering over the majority of Munchkinland, still lanky, but with more curve. Still only a heads shorter than that boy who was once afraid of water.

Sanevan had told her why a year before when they sat on the roof of her home looking at the sun set. He had told her why he was so afraid of water when he was younger.

"When your father chose my dad as his gardener we had to travel all the way from the Vinkus to get here. My dad said it was incredible opportunity and a 'great pride' to work for the Governor of Munchkinland. To cheapen the cost of traveling my dad had found another family who was also traveling this way and they came together. We stopped at a river one day and me and the other man's boy went to play near it. He stumbled into the river when we were playing with sticks and... He never resurfaced, I called for help but by then it was too late. He was gone, and I got scared of water. "

And she had revealed to him about her mother a few days later.

"But that isn't your fault at all... If anything it's your father's for making her take those flowers. You couldn't control being green. " He argued but she shook her head.

"If I'd never been born she would have—"

"Don't you dare! You were two, and it's not your fault. "

He refused to argue with her further when she said it was.

At the age of eighteen, they both celebrated finishing school.

Her father and Nessarose were in the Emerald City on vacation as she stayed home to run the house.

He had told her that he would be taking her out that night to celebrate that they both had completed their final year, and that without her he would not have finished at all from all the work he had to do at home each day.

"What are you doing still sitting in that chair?" Sanevan grumbled through her window.

"I said I wasn't going to that social thing." She answered, her back facing him. She was long used to him appearing in her window that it no longer surprised her.

He groaned. "It's called a party and get dressed we are leaving."

"Not going." Elphaba replied cooly.

"Not leaving." He said sitting on the windowsill.

She sighed putting down her book and turning to face him. Her heart stopped for a moment seeing him look at her with his wide smile, obviously being careful with the black suit he wore.

"You wore a suit? "

He shrugged a little, crossing his arms. " I graduated Ellie...and my dad let me use his."

"Why don't you go to the party then, there's no use waiting for me when I'm not going to go to that celebration. It's only an excuse to drink and gossip." She said, already used to ignoring the nickname he called her.

Sanevan rolled his eyes at her, "That's every occasion, but you and I aren't going to go to that party."

That certainly got her attention.

"No?" She raised an eyebrow and he shook his head. "Nope. "

"Then where?"

"Get dressed and I'll show you. I'll wait outside. " He smirked, jumping out of the window.

She thought of just walking out of that room and going into the next one so she wouldn't have to go, but she just could never refuse him.

With a resigned sigh she replied loud enough for him to peak."Don't peek!"

"Wont! " He called back happily.

She found the dress, at the back of her closet. Something Nessarose had sent to be made just for her graduation. It was a dark purple dress and it was certainly the nicest she owned. She went into the bathroom and changed, letting her braid loose and putting her hair in a bun.

After a moment of hesitation she went back to her room and told him she was ready.

"I'll wait for you at the door."

"So where are we going? " Elphaba wondered folding her hands across her chest as she walked out.

He stared at her, his mouth open. A reaction that she noticed he had every time he saw her for the last two years. She always thought that it was because he never got used to the green. It had been a bit different that day though but she had thought nothing of it.

Elphaba waved her hand in front of his face trying to get his attention. He walked close to her and took her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.

"You look incredible. " He murmured quietly she smiled rolling her eyes at him.

"Sure I do, where are we going? "

She shook his head a little at her impatience."Not far... Come Ellie " He said holding his hand out.

A jolt of energy burst up her arm... Like it did every time he held her. Every time she sat next to him or talked to him.

Whenever he looked at her. Everyday for the past three years since he helped her out.

They walked for a minute before she saw where they were headed.

"The garden?" She asked confused looking at him.

He nodded. "Is there a problem? "

Elphaba shook her head."Not unless you're trying to throw bugs at me, San."

He chuckled."I haven't done that since I was like six. "

"Yeah well - what is this? " She stopped walking when she saw the table in the middle of her father's prized roses. The table in itself was decorated with said roses and two plates.

"I knew you weren't going to the celebration with me, so I decided to make our own celebration…here." He led her over to her seat and pulled her chair out for her. Elphaba scoffed and walked to the other side to seat herself.

He grinned at her before going behind a bush and pulling out a basket.

"How did you know I would even agree to this? "

"I didn't, I just had faith that looking this good would get you to say ok. " He smirked opening his jacket and showing off. She laughed him and he smiled brightly at her taking the containers of food out of the basket.

"I have to admit I didn't make anything, my mother did. " He told her as he served her plate full of a pasta.

"Good, last time you nearly killed us. "

He chuckled. "It's a pasta, I don't remember what's it's called but it's really good." He sat himself in front of her and nervously fidgeted with his collar.

"Uh.. " He chuckled nervously. "There's actually a, well, a completely different reason why I actually asked you here tonight Elphaba. " He slipped his hand into hers as he took shaky breaths. "I've been meaning to do this for a while now, but each time. I got scared. "

Now it was her turn to fidget in her seat.

"But the idea that you might be leaving after this summer for good... It frightens me because —"

"Don't. " She stopped him, pulling her hand back to her side.

He sat there completely confused."Don't?"

"Yes. I don't want to know what's coming out of your mouth next, Sanevan... Please don't say anything."

"I have to, I would never forgive myself if I didn't tell you what I'm feeling, regardless of whether you're leaving or not. "

Elphaba began to shake her head."You and I are friends. " She reminded him and he nodded.

"We are, and I'm a friend that is really in love you Elphaba, for years now."

Her head shook harder."No, you aren't." She refuted standing from the table. He rose quickly after.

"Yes I am." He replied more determined as he held her hand again and went to stand beside her.

"How could you? Why would you? There's plenty of girls that are interested, I'm not understanding?" He put her hand on his chest and she felt his heart beating wildly, like hers at the moment.

"You don't try to understand this, you feel it." And without another word the farmers boy and governors daughter shared their first kiss.

After that day they came to a new agreement. They were now officially together.

Without letting anyone else know.

She could feel him cuddle up against her back.

"You know you'd would probably be hanged for being here? "

"Morning to you too my love." He whispered back moving to kiss her cheek.

She turned from her spot to face him giving him a smile and an actual kiss.

She pushed his hair away from his face and he stopped her hand, putting it to his lips.

"It might be so, but it's not like we do anything."

"Being here is enough, San."

"You said it before, no one ever comes up here, now can we not think of these morbid thoughts, I rather just hold you... I might not be able to soon. "

"Nessa is graduating, and she wants to go to Shiz and…" She trailed off as he finished for her.

"It's always been a dream of yours."

She nodded and he smiled at her burrowing himself into her neck.

"I love you." He sighed into the crook of her neck.

Elphaba placed on kiss on his temple.

She reread the letter. She got in.

Shiz University.

She paced back and forth in her room, still unable to process that she would be going to Shiz...

"Ellie?" His voice came through and she jumped back as he climbed into her window.

"Sanevan!"

"You got in!" He said before she was able to say anything and her grin was the only thing he needed to know the answer.

"I guess congratulations are in order?" Sanevan came to her and she pressed herself to him with a kiss.

"When do you leave? " He nudged her nose with his.

"Three months." She replied breathlessly.

"I'm going to miss you." He said quietly and she looked down.

"I'm sorry."

He chuckled pulling her chin up. "Don't be, I'm proud of you my love." He smiled, kissing her softly.

"I just don't know if I can leave you." She whispered once he had pulled away.

"Don't let me hold you back, I'm never going to amount to anything more than a farmers boy and you have an entire future to —"

"Don't you dare call yourself just a farmers boy. You can be a lot more than that, you are a lot more than that." Her fingers brushed his hair back and he sighed.

"Elphaba, you are going to leave and the chances of you coming back to this hell with your father... It isn't very likely... "

"Come with me?" She asked him.

"How would I manage that? Even if I did go with you where would I stay? I don't have money, I cant pay for an apartment, or a house or anything. I can't give you anything other than what I feel for you and that's not enough to make a living off of...once you leave, I will never see you again. "

"That's not true, if there is one reason for me to even come back home it's for you. "

"And if you don't come back? " His eyes looked her face over, gleaming with what she knew were tears.

Elphaba pressed herself closer to him."Then let's not miss out on now flower boy."

And something happened that night, something strange, exciting, terrifying, and perfect.

It had been the first time Elphaba had been with him.

She felt his fingers brush her hair behind her ears, she scrunched her nose when her hair tickled it.

"Good morning." He whispered placing a kiss on her forehead.

Elphaba lifted her head to kiss him.

They smiled at one another, or grinned was more like it.

He put his hand on her neck to kiss her and she placed a kiss on his nose when they parted.

Do you think this will end up hurting us?" She asked not meeting his eyes.

She felt his whole body stiffen beside her. "Did I hurt you?"

"No! No, I'm fine, perfect really. No, I just mean, doing this, knowing that I'm going to leave soon." Elphaba explained quickly and his body relaxed.

"Oh, I thought you meant." His words trailed off as he gestured between the two.

"No," She smiled at him. "like I said... perfect. "

They lay back down. It was silent for a few minutes.

She sighed feeling the tension between them."I feel like you need to say something, so if you'll please just say it."

He looked at her incredulously and he nodded. "Yes, uh, did you ever.. Well-"

"Spit it out."

"Did you imagine that it was going to be like that? Like it was? "

She stared sheepishly when he looked at her."I wanted to ask you the same question, I just didn't know how, but since I thought of asking first you tell me... How did you imagine that it would be? Was it how you imagined? " Elphaba flipped the question back to him and San sat up still holding her in his arms.

"I don't know…" He answered honestly after a moment and she blinked.

"You don't know?"

"I mean," He rambled. "I do know, it's just-"

"You didn't like it?" She finished for him.

"No not at all, don't even think that, it was just very distinctive to what all those guys my age would be saying about it. " He shrugged and Elphaba waited for him to continue. She stared at him until he sighed heavily. "It's just they made me believe it would be only for pleasure but what happened last night was more than that, it was… I can't explain it really, but it was a lot more than just pleasure."

...Now here she was boarding the carriage to leave him behind.

She promised she would visit him whenever she could. "I will come back, every chance I get if only to see you San. "

He would smile at her each time almost as if he didn't believe her.

Elphaba placed her suitcase in the carriage, going back out to help her sister enter before helping the driver with the rest of the luggage; most of which was Nessa's. Once that was done she sat opposite her sister and waited for her father to enter behind her.

From the carriage window she could see him sitting there on her windowsill, still smiling proudly at her.

And then the carriage started going.

"Fabala, what's on your neck? " Her sister asked after a few minutes.

"Hmm?" She hummed looking up from the book she was reading to see her father and sister staring at her.

"What's on your neck? Did you hit yourself?" Her sister asked with worry. Elphaba sat for a moment before it hit her.

"Oh, it happened in the shower this morning." She answered before turning to the window to hide her embarrassment.

She wasn't lying when she said it happened in the shower, but it wasn't because she had hurt herself.

She swore that the next time she saw Sanevan, she would slap him for it.

Yeah it's a bit of a lengthy start. I've prewritten around 17 chapter, and I'm thinking it'll be around 25-30 chapters. Since I write slow I'm gonna go ahead and say once a week on the updates (maybe more often/ I don't know, but I will do one a week for sure.)

If you want to let me know what you thought of the start that'd be cool, you don't have to if you don't want to though! :D