Faolen Srithentic lazily doodled in his chemistry textbook as he glanced at the clock for the eighth time in two minutes. It had been roughly two weeks since Galinda came back from the Emerald city without Elphaba, and needless to say their moods had been seriously dampened. Fiyero had become distant and moody, while Galinda would burst into tears at the most random and unrelated events. As for himself, Faolen simply missed the green girl. She had been his study buddy for the past year, and was the friend he always went to when he was tired of Fiyero's shallowness, Avaric's stupidity or Galinda's constant squealing.
"…Master Srithenitc?"
Faolen looked up, "Pardon?"
"I said, can you answer the question, Master Srithentic?" Asked the chemistry teacher.
He was a short balding man, wearing a sweater vest and glaring at the blond.
"Uh…seven?"
He raised an eyebrow, "Correct, chlorine has seven valence electrons."
I'm awesome. Thought Faolen to himself.
The bell rung.
"Now class, remember to hand in your course selection forms for next year! Class dismissed."
Faolen sighed as he packed up and left the classroom. He looked apathetically at his course selection sheet.
Science, History, Music, and languages. Wow, I'm boring. Thought the Blond.
He was walking to the guidance office with his head down and didn't notice the man in front of him until it was too late.
"Ow!" He groaned as he bumped into a large luggage bag.
"Faol?"
"Oh, Fiyero, it's you." Faolen looked at the luggage that his friend was carrying, "Are you going somewhere?"
"Uh, no."
"Oh, of course not, my mistake. I just thought since you were all packed up and stuff, that maybe you were going some where, but I can see now that I've been mistaken. Thank you for enlightening me, oh wise one."
"You're too sarcastic sometimes, Faolen."
"Sarcastic? Me? No." Faolen scoffed, "Really, where are you going?"
Fiyero shuffled uncomfortably, "I'm uh…I'm dropping out."
Faolen stared at Fiyero incredulously, "What? Why? What did you do this time? Oh shite, did you actually go for the spiders in Morrible's closet prank?"
"No, no dude! Look, I'm dropping out of Shiz because I'm joining the Gale force."
"Fiyero…"
"I need to find her, Faolen."
"You think you can find Elphaba by joining the Gale force?"
"I know I can. They're always on the search for her now, ever since she'd been labeled the Wicked Witch."
"Fiyero, I know you love her, but you can't just sacrifice your education."
"Yes I can! They get paid pretty well in the Force anyways. Besides, I have a secured spot there now, they're just dying to get the Prince of the Vinkus into the Gale force and on top of all that; I plan to become Captain."
"But…" Faolen wracked his brain for a solid argument against this.
"Faolen, I want you to come with me."
"What?"
"I can get you a spot the in Gale Force. Come with me; think of what we could do together!" Said Fiyero, blue eyes gleaming.
Faolen sighed.
"I can't. I have to graduate from Shiz."
"Listen, Faol, I'm going to go ahead and tell you what's going to happen with you. If you don't come with me, you'll graduate from Shiz, become a world renowned musician, marry a nice girl, and have some other music prodigy kid. Then finally you'll retire and be boring, always regretting not coming with me now. Oh, and then you'll die."
"Gee, Fiyero, I didn't know you were a fortune teller. This changes everything!" Said Faolen with a chuckle.
"Watch the sarcasm."
Faolen looked down at his course selection sheet, pondering what to say.
"C'mon, Faolen, together we're unlimited. We'll be the greatest team there's ever been, Faol! Dreams the way we planned them." Continued Fiyero.
"If we work in tandem…"
"So, you coming?"
The Blond looked down at his forms, then at Fiyero. He promptly ripped the papers up.
"Hell yes."
Fiyero realized he had been holding his breath and let out a relieved sigh, "Good choice bro." He said with a grin.
Faolen laughed, "But just a question."
"Uh huh?"
"Galinda's gonna kill me."
"That's not a question dude."
"Alright then, how do you think Galinda will kill me? I've got ten cerium on death by hairspray suffocation."
Fiyero chuckled, "Not my problem, Faol."
"Gee thanks." Faolen started walking away, "I'll meet you in a few minutes, I've got to pack."
"Train leaves in thirty minutes!" Called Fiyero after him.
Faolen placed a hand on the cold marble of the walls of the University.
Hallowed halls and vine draped walls…see you later.
