AN: New Story! Whoop whoop! I'm a dork… Did I mention that I Love Michael Wartella? So much I kissed his cheek last night! :3 Saw Wicked for the second time with my best friend, Simba. And charged to the stage door. So anywho I hope you enjoy my Sixth Wicked Story!
Love is a Strange Feeling
Chapter 1 ~ No One.
Twenty seven. That's how many times miss Galinda rejected Boq. That's how many times he's asked her out. How many times he's confessed his feelings for her.
She was beautiful, a beautiful, blonde goddess that had the voice of an angel and a smile as bright as the sun. She had a laugh the sound of a little bell, and eyes that glimmered like emeralds. Her perfect pink lips and blemish free face made every boy at school adore her, especially Boq.
He loved her. Everything about her. He wanted to hold her hand and kiss her cheek and maybe even her lips one day. He had never done that to anybody.
He wanted to be the guy who would carry her shopping bags for her and swoop her off her feet at dances and tell her he loves her through little notes and cards he would give her and buy her flowers, pink carnations were her favorite he knew.
But she never realized how much he cared about her, she always sashayed away in style, turning her perfectly pointed nose up to him and skipped off with her 'hot' Vinkun boyfriend.
Who was Boq kidding though? He could never amount up to Fiyero. Fiyero had midnight locks, blue eyes, and a lopsided grin. Somehow all of Oz saw him as some kind of hunk. He could never be like Fiyero. Fiyero was six foot three, Boq was five foot four.
Damn his height. Maybe if he weren't so short Galinda would see the tremendous mistake she's making and skip off with Boq instead.
He looked down at the ground in sadness. The creamy tan tile of the coffee shop seemed to be the most comforting sight at the moment. He let out a sigh.
Don't get him wrong, he was actually friends with Fiyero, well, when Fiyero wasn't kissing the inside of Galinda's throat Boq was his friend.
And Galinda too, or at least he tried to be. It would get so awkward when he asked her out. In the previous case, to the coffee shop. As much as her brain is filled with bliss she knew what he was doing. He cursed himself for being so blunt sounding. But they would all hang out together, Elphaba too.
Mostly because she was Galinda's roommate and best friend. He didn't mind her though. She was quiet most of the time. Her nose always stuck in some book or hand glued to some pencil.
And Nessa as well sometimes. She had other friends too though. Along with other friends Nessa also held in her possession a crush on Boq.
She was nice and sweet and all but too proper, and spoilt. He could never date her, not because of the chair no, no, because of the way she made everything too serious or about herself. He couldn't stand it sometimes.
The reason the floor of the coffee shop was more comforting than the room itself, because the area around him was surrounded in couples. Talking, kissing, feeding each other, sharing drinks, it made Boq sick.
Why did it come so easy for them? Why didn't they have trouble getting the person of their dreams to love them back? Why Boq? Did he just get the short end of the stick? Pun intended.
With four people in front of him, he didn't even know what to order. Was he even thirsty? Or hungry? He didn't care, he was depressed. Or felt like it anyway.
No one could love him. For reasons Boq did not know. But in short he felt lonely.
Elphaba walked in the cold air in anger, sadness, and hurt. She had just walked away from a fight with her sister. Something about some grade in some class upset her but when she tried to comfort her apparently Elphaba didn't understand and was always the studious one and so on.
But Elphaba could care less at Nessa's talkative pain, what stun is when Nessa called her an embarrassment. What really stun is the fact that Elphaba thought it true.
She was green, awkward, sarcastic, bony, she could go on. She felt unwanted, which was probably correct. She didn't deserve to be loved, yet that's what she wanted so badly.
Sure she had Galinda, but they had only been friends for so long, they weren't that close. And Galinda was sure to invite her to every single chit chat with Fiyero and Boq and occasionally Nessa too. Fiyero was nice, or maybe civil is a better word. Boq was also nice. Ugh, Elphaba loathed that word. Nice. Nice. Nice. Everything's nice. The word was over used and dull. But yet that's what they were. Nice.
Perhaps polite was a better word. Yes, they're polite. She didn't even know what Galinda wanted to do with her but she didn't care, it was nice to have someone around. Even if they're barely around.
Elphaba sighed. 'I really should just let it go.' She thought.
She walked inside the coffee shop on eighth avenue, two blocks away from Shiz. 'The Orient Express' was a casual, modern cafe for twenty something's, mostly Shiz students needing caffeine or a good time or a place to hang out.
It was fairly busy that particular night. To Elphaba's non surprise, friends were scattered across the cafe enjoying each others' company. A part of Elphaba wished that she could be apart of them, laughing, talking, making memories, but the sane half reminded her that wishing was for idiots.
She got in line, needing a pipping hot cup of tea to drain out her thoughts. Sighing, she stepped behind nthe other six people ahead of her, grabbing onto the strap of her leather bag and fixing her gaze onto the floor. Alone at last, and probably forever. Fifteen minutes passed and she finally was at the front. After placing her order and paying she walked aside to wait for her name to be summoned.
"Thropp?" The monotone, sleep deprived voice called out. She walked up to the counter, picked up her paper, cardboard cover cup and took a big sip. She almost spit it out immediately.
'Yuck'. She thought. 'Coffee'. They misplaced her order.
After sitting down, Boq decided to finally take a swig of his joe. It had probably cooled down by now.
He swallowed but put on a stink face. This wasn't black coffee, this was tea. He couldn't stand the stuff. Boq got up again to fix it.
"Excuse me." Boq called out. "Excuse me." Elphaba called out at the same time as the guy next to her, not even looking his way at the jinx.
A guy behind the counter approached them. "How can I help you?" He asked both of them, thinking that they were together.
"There's been some mix up, I ordered coffee and got tea." Boq spoke up. Elphaba turned to him, not surprised that she knew the munchkin next to her, but that she had a similar problem.
"And I ordered tea and got coffee." Elphaba said sheepishly. Now Boq turned to her.
"Oh, hi Elphaba." He greeted her. She looked towards him. "Hi, Boq." She said, not overly wanting to talk to anyone.
The annoyed employee sighed tiredly. "Can I help you?" He wondered a second time.
"Can you switch mine to coffee and hers to tea?" Boq asked and the guy sighed again. "Comin' right up." He took away their cups and walked off.
"Fancy seeing you here." Boq told her, possibly starting up a conversation. Elphaba nodded again."Yeah, small world after all."
Boq saw she still wasn't open for chatting as always. "Wanna get a table?" He inquired, thinking she was just shy.
Elphaba blinked, not sure what to do. "Uh, sure?" She responded. Boq chuckled. "It's up to you, really." He assured her.
"No, really, I'll sit." Elphaba kept on moving her head up and down. Boq gave a toothless smile. "Cool."
Their orders were finally fixed and they ended up at a table close to a window. Elphaba didn't know what she was doing though. She didn't really want to talk. Boq saw how she seemed sad almost, like she needed to let her mind off something.
"Are you okay?" Boq wondered, almost worried.
She seemed lost in thought but eventually looked up. "Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine." She replied then fixed her gaze back on her drink, not touching it.
Boq frowned. He felt like helping her. He couldn't stand the look on her face, not that he was sick of it but that she was so sad looking.
He studied her features. Her big brown eyes glistened in the artificial lighting. Her nose was prominent, but defined. Her cheekbones were actually high, and her lips were thin, not too thin, but thinner than average lips. She was actually really pretty.
"Must really hate coffee." He joked and got a smirk out of her.
"Well I guess you're not a tea drinker?" She half assumed, half implied.
He wasn't subtle and gave a ludicrous shake of the head. "Never touch the stuff, even if it's loaded with sugar."
It was Elphaba's turn to give an unreasonable look. "Too much sugar ruins it." She insisted.
"So, what? You just drink it plain?" He questioned in wonder and she nodded.
"It doesn't need anything to make it better, it's perfect as is." She looked at his coffee container. "You drink your's black." She defended herself.
"Touché." They laughed. Boq noted three things. One, that was the first time he heard Elphaba laugh. Two that was the first actual conversation he got out of her. Three, he loved her laugh.
"I like your laugh." He said without expression, just dazed at the sound. She raised an eyebrow. "What?" He wanted to know.
She chuckled. "Wasn't expecting that I guess." Boq thought about it. He really liked spending time with Elphaba.
They talked the rest of the evening. From tea and coffee to literature to chess onto political matters then onto birthstones. Boq learned that Elphaba's was coincidentally an emerald, while his was a sapphire.
They departed ways at nine, seeing that it was late and they had class the next day.
"So um, do you maybe want to do this again sometime?" Boq inquired awkwardly. Elphaba chuckled. "Sure I'd like that." She responded which made Boq's smile brighter. He wouldn't label it a date just yet, but he'd like to think of it as one.
She exited the shop and for the first time in a very long time, he wasn't thinking about miss Galinda.
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