Author's Note: Heehee, this idea came to me whilst playing the Situation Game on Sparkling Patronus' forum (fun stuff). It was too good a situation to pass up! However, I do not claim to be a pixie or a lost Ozian, if you know what I mean. If you don't: I apologize if my attempts to create a humor story are futile. It's not my fault I wasn't given the funny genes, like certain creative, cunning, clever comedian-esses (whee alliteration!) I just might have alluded to…
Anyway. I was planning on this only being a oneshot, but apparently my muse is telling me it could be a short story. Hmm. I think I agree. I'm still working in WWSE, though, and I'm not gonna lie: I was very pleased with the amount of reviews I received for my last chapter.
Read, review, and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I'm forbiiiidden to own…Wicked. In Cyberlaaaand, we only own…our stories.

"Oh, Galinda, would you look at those shoes!" Shenshen squealed, pointing to a pair of baby blue flats in OzStyle. "They're perfect for my dress that I bought for the dance next week, don't you think?"

Galinda furrowed her eyebrows, then ceased the act when she remembered it caused an early development of wrinkles. "Shenshen, you know you can't wear flats with a dress that ends below the knee, and only on special occasions can your shoes be the same color as your dress. But here, why don't you try–" she flipped two pages and pointed at a pair of silver shoes "–these. Mozchal Kohrs, two and a half inch heels. A perfect match."

"Thanks so much, Galinda! You're the best!"

"No problem! But what do you think about these shoes? You think they'll match my pink dress?" Galinda gestured pointed to a pair of pink heels from Nozstroms in CozmoGirl!.

"What happened to only special occasions?"

"Oh, Shenshen, didn't you know? I am a special occasion!"

"Of course, of course!" Shenshen gushed. "You're amazing, Galinda, so special, so amazing, so perfect, so–"

"Oh my Oz, it's Caz! CAZ FRONE! OH EM OH I LOVE HIIIIIM!!!" Pfannee suddenly exclaimed, causing the two other girls to emit squeals of an ear-piercingly high frequency.

"He's sooo dreeeeamy."

"I know! His smile makes me melt."

"And his hair!"

"He's so good at sports!"

"He knows all the cool slang!"

"And he's hot. Very hot. Possibly…" Galinda lowered her voice to a whisper. "Possibly even hotter than Fiyero."

Shenshen and Pfannee gasped. "Why, Galinda! How positively scandalacious of you!"

"What? I'm allowed to look at guys other than my darling Fiyero, am I not?" She winked. "Now show us that picture of Caz, Pfannee."

"Oh, yes, of course." Pfannee handed her the open copy of Ozmopolitan, which contained a pullout poster of a shirtless Caz Frone and the accompanying five page long article titled "Small Guy, Big Talent".

"What? Small guy? Cazzy is so not small," Shenshen said. "On the contrary, I heard his is a full eight inches when–"

"That's very nice, Shenshen."

"Ooh, Galinda, but listen to this!" Pfannee said, then proceeded to read aloud from the article. "'It is no secret that Caz Frone is a very talented actor – not to mention extraordinarily HOT. But what isn't well known about the rising star is he is a native Munchkinlander. When asked why he is taller than the average Munchkin, he said, with that smile we girls swoon over every time, "I was bred into height."'"

"Hey, isn't that kind of like what happened to that Biq guy?" Shenshen interrupted.

"Don't even mention his name." Galinda rolled her eyes. "I can't stand that kid! He follows me everywhere I go, like we're playing Follow the Leader or something, and I'm always the leader."

"I feel so sorry for you."

"I know," Galinda said. "I do, too. I mean, I had to give up one whole shelf for her out of my own closet! Isn't that–"

"Guuuuuys," Pfannee whined, "I'm not finished!"

"Sorry."

"Ugh, where was I? Oh. Yes. Here we go. So: '"Bred into height?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"'"Well, my father was from the the Glikkus, and my mother was from Munchkinland – they married, did their thing, and then ding dong, a baby is born. And I'm the baby! Only not anymore." He laughed.'"

At this the girls broke into hysterics.

"He's so funny!" Pfannee said between fits of giggles. The girls laughed even harder when Shenshen produced a Pig-like snort. "I mean, he said–" wheeze, giggle "– he's not a –" giggle "–baby anymore! Could he be any–" wheeze "–funnier?"

However, Galinda's laughter soon faded as her eyes landed on the last sentence of the article.

"Um, Pfannee? Shenshen? You might want to listen to this."

"Listen to what?" Shenshen said after a few moments in which she had regained her composure.

"This! Listen: 'So, girls, next time you're looking for a hot date, you might want to try a Munchkin. They're hot, and who knows? Yours just might grow up to be the next Caz Frone.'"

The girls were stunned into silence. Did this mean that Munchkins were cool? That they were good enough to date? That they should–

"I CALL DIBS ON BIQ!"

"NO, I DO!"

"No, I do. Pfannee, Shenshen, he's mine!" Galinda exclaimed

"But I thought you said–"

"Said what? That I was too worried about hurting Fiyero's feelings if I dumped him for Biq? Well, now I'm not. Now I know Biq is the one for me."

"But–"

Galinda pouted. "Girls, can't I have what I want just this once? Please?"

Shenshen and Pfannee contemplated this for a few clock ticks. They weren't the ones who had been so selfless, so generous as to give up their private suite to house an obnoxious string bean, were they? No. Poor Galinda…

"Of course you can have him!"

"Yay!" Galinda grinned and bounced up and down on her bed. "Here I come, Biq, here I come."

- ♥ - ♥ - ♥ -

Boq awoke with a start and looked around frantically. A noise outside his door had woken him up, and he was certain it wasn't made by a Mouse. Oh, for the love of the Unnamed God, he was too young to die.

He cautiously made his way over to his door and opened it slowly, making sure not to disturb his roommate, Grefin. He looked around – there was nothing to be seen.

Except the note on the floor.

look out side theres a suprise for you.

Oh Oz.

He ran over to the window. Sure enough, there was something outside, although it wasn't what he expected. For there was Kilony from his Mathematics class, holding a sign above her head that read "I LOVE YOU, BOQ!"

His cheeks flushed, and he ducked back inside before he could be seen. What was wrong with her? Earlier in the morning, when he had asked if she wouldn't mind scooting over a bit because he had barely enough room, she had said, "Oh! But you're a Munchkin, for Ozsakes', you don't need room!"

Yet here she was, proclaiming her love for him outside his window in the middle of the night where, if anyone but the two of them were awake, everyone could see her.

Something was wrong.

And Boq wasn't too sure he minded.