My first official FanFic, inspired by Don't Trust Me - 3Oh!3. A very talented band on Warped Tour. Make sure to check them out, along with Meg & Dia. This work is a collaboration between Nico (Angsty Anime Star) & I, also known as the founders of Dead End Street. The paragraphs alternate in points of view, an old-fashioned form of writing, also sometimes used in modern day movies. Rated M for violence and sexual content. Enjoy, and reviews are appriciated.
Currently reading: The Swarm. A Novel of the Deep by Frank Schätzing.
Words of Wonder: ''What beauty is today is a fake from what's inside.''
And she's an actress (actress),
But she ain't got no need.
She's got money from her parents in a trust fund back East.
The sound of stomping feet rang through the Emerald City Palace Hall. Servants, guards, and staff hurriedly muttered a greeting and moved out of the way of the two of the most well-known people in Oz, careful to not upset them any more than they looked. Fiyero wouldn't speak to Glinda despite the many times she tried to apologize, or the many more times she tried to pretend that nothing happened. She was following him, or walking with him as it appeared to others, though it was a wonder she hadn't given up already. If she hadn't noticed, he really didn't care.
''Fiyero, listen to me! You just had an impulse when you saw her after so long! Do you understand?'' she began to cry when they entered their room.
"Galinda, even you can't possibly believe that," he replied calmly, not daring to face her.
''I do! And I don't understand why you don't!''
"I knew exactly what I was doing!"
''No, you didn't!''
"How would you know?!"
''No one in their right mind would want to go with her.''
"Then apparently I'm not in the right mind. I did and still want to have gone with her."
''Get some rest,'' she finally sighed, inviting him to sit with her on their bed.
Fiyero made no move to come next to her. He sighed and went towards the door. "I'll be back later."
''Where are you going?''
"Out," he replied after a moment. She didn't have to know where he was all the time, did she.
''But we've just been engaged!'' Glinda jumped up off the bed and grabbed Fiyero's arm. ''You can't leave now.''
"I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" he assured. He honestly didn't know that. He didn't even know where he was going.
''Are you sure?''
He nodded.
''You're not going to go after Elphie, are you?''
"No,'' he lied easily.
''Promise?''
"Yes."
Glinda pressed her tongue to the side of her mouth in doubt, but she decided against angering him. Reaching up to kiss him, she whispered, ''I love you, do you really feel the same?''
He didn't answer right away. "...yeah, yeah, I do," he didn't sound as convincing as he would have liked. He didn't give her time to speak before he left the room.
She swore she would stay up until he came back. Changing out of her ballroom dress into her silky pink robe, the blonde sprawled out on the sofa, calling for a speech writer. Handing the one copy of tomorrow's announcement to him, she read over an encouragement essay Elphaba had written back in her Shiz days. Grabbing the nearest writing utensil, which happened to be red and purple lipstick, she crossed out parts and added in her own, soon believing this was her own work.