DISCLAIMER: WICKED AIN'T MINE NEITHER IS THIS SONG.

(Here we go)

Elphaba sits contently on a small hill, placed approximately in the centre of the poppy field she'd started visiting almost weekly upon her arrival at Shiz.

Here, she could let her hair down from its tight and strict braid, close her eyes and just feel it blow gently in the breeze. She could shrug off her uninterested and bored exterior and be perfectly herself with no one there to witness it.

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Well, besides Fiyero at least.

"Did you just take a photo of me?" She keeps her eyes closed as she asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Well of course I did, Fae, do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?" She could hear the bright smile in his voice.

She finally openes her eyes to look over at him.

"Y'know, I only invited you to come out here with me on the grounds that you'd be quiet and let me relax." She rolled her eyes and studied his expression.

To others Fiyero Tiggular was a no good party animal, a bad influence, known throughout Oz for his scandalous reputation, but to Elphaba... To Elphaba he was just Yero, her Yero. The same man who used to drink and stay up all night now looked at her like she was the most important thing in the world. His smiles would brighten up her day and make her laugh, his eyes always stared at her with such love and devotion that sometimes they overwhelmed her.

Yet, she supposed the thing she must have liked the most about Fiyero was the fact that no matter what, he would always be there for her to lean on. A shoulder for her to cry on.

"Yes, but you were the one who spoke first, can't blame anyone but yourself." He lays back down on the grass, studying the photo he'd just taken.

"Let me see that." She stands and walks over to him, snatching the photo into her emerald hands.

In the picture she looked so calm and... Well, happy.

"See? Like I said, beautiful." He smirks as he stands behind her, looking at the photo over her shoulder.

"Yea, maybe for someone with a normal skin colour." She rolls her eyes and throws the photo onto the pile of their bags.

"Aw shush, you're beautiful none the less." He smiles and pecks her cheek.

She grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

"Let's just get back before Galinda starts to panic over where we are." She starts to walk down the hill.

He picks up the dropped Polaroid before quickly fishing a pen out of his bag and writing a small caption on the bottom, tucking it into his pocket and joining her down the small hill, heading back to Shiz.

He continues to talk and dance around her, she even lets herself laugh a few times. Genuinely laugh, not just that sarcastic cackle she'd give to anyone else.

He was so good with her, knew exactly what to say and at the right time, no matter how dumb or stupid he acted sometimes, she'd always think of him as this... Her perfect and beautiful Yero.

No, She couldn't let herself think like that. The more she thought of things like that, the more attached she'd get to him, and she couldn't allow that. Not when he had every opportunity and reason to walk away from their relationship at any given moment. She couldn't let herself swoon over him so easily.

No, no, she was most certainly not falling in love with Fiyero Tiggular... She hoped.

WELL THAR YAH GOH!

The first chapter to my new Fic. I reeeeeeally hope you liked it, I certainly did.

I have a few Ideas on how I'm going to play this out and I hope you stick along for the journey!

And as always,

Izzy xxxxxxx