Not much to report, here's another chapter. I told y'all I was in the writing mood.

Song: White Houses by Vanessa Carlton


White Houses

Elphaba PoV

I dropped my luggage onto the stoop, looking up at the big white house I was staying in for the summer. Mother was getting tired of having me around the house and basically threw me out. She got in touch with one of her higher class friends who had a child my age. A few others were staying at the house, too.

I took a deep breath and stepped inside.

"Hello?" I called into the house.

"Come in!" A bubbly voice sounded from the living room. I picked up my bags and headed toward the girl's voice.

Four people were sitting around, lounging on couches. They all looked about my age. There was a girl and three boys.

"I'm Galinda." The girl introduced herself. They were sitting around, drinking alcoholic drinks of some sort. Was now a bad time to mention I didn't drink?

"I'm Avaric." A good looking blonde boy introduced himself. He was smirking at me.

"Yes, I'm green. Get over it." I snapped, rolling my eyes.

"Feisty. I like it." He grinned, making me snort at him. Stuck up bastard.

"I'm Fiyero and that's Boq. Sorry for Avaric, he was born without manners." A handsome foreign looking boy introduced himself and the short boy sitting next to him.

"I could tell." I grinned and Fiyero grinned back.

"Oh Avaric, dearest, you really need to stop being a pain in the ass. I can kick you out at anytime." Galinda cooed and we all laughed.


The days of summer passed quickly in this giant white house. Ours days were spent lazing around or gallivanting by the pool. At night we sat around on the porch and talked about anything that came to mind, it was about a month into my stay.

"How about truth or dare?" Boq said one sticky evening. Galinda was sitting on Avaric's lap, sharing a beer with him. I was comfortably lounging against Fiyero's chest. We had grown close and I often found myself lost in his endless blue eyes. For once, I was glad my mother was rash and didn't think through things. Otherwise I would never have been sent here.

"Alright, you first then." Fiyero said, sipping from a glass of expensive red wine. Growing up as an Arjikian Prince had certainly had its effects on him. Everybody murmured their praises and I just nodded. I had never played Truth or Dare before, though that was probably because I lacked friends to play these kinds of games with.

"Mk, Galinda. Truth or Dare?" Boq asked, grinning.

"Dare!" The perky blonde cried. She was getting drunk already. Avaric was like an endless tap of booze, always producing alcohol from thin air to satisfy his girlfriend.

"Spin around three times, strike some dance poses and then drink the beer through your nose." He said, making us laugh at the pictures in our minds.

"Alright then." Galinda stood up, straightened her skirt and spun wildly, did some odd 80's moves and nearly fell to the floor. We were all laughing hysterically, trying to watch her through the tears in our eyes.

She picked up a newly open beer bottle and swayed, holding the tip to her nose. She tilted the bottle slowly and we waited with baited breath. In three seconds, the bottle went crashing to the floor.

"AAAAIIIEEEEEEE!" The blonde cried, hopping up and down. Tears were streaming from her eyes as she squealed. It was an odd squeal, much like a drowning pigeon. We all went into hysterics and Boq was kind enough to hand Galinda a few tissues. She blew her nose repeatedly.

"I am never doing that again!" She cried loudly, wiping her nose. I giggled and smiled, still having not spoken. Only Galinda would have done that dare. I never would have dranken something through my nose. It was obvious I was smarter, but she was more outgoing, more fun. I was boring.

Fiyero kissed the top of my head, making me blush. His odd notions of affection were so foreign to me, but I loved them.


It was only weeks before the summer ended and I was convinced I was in love.

"Are you coming to town with me?" Fiyero asked one morning at breakfast.

"Yeah, sure." I answered quickly, excited to be alone with him. We went out to his car and he drove us to the grocery store. There were a few things Galinda's mother wanted us to pick up.

"You're beautiful." Fiyero murmured in my ear as we loaded all the groceries into his car. I just shrugged and blushed, not used to his care. I was quiet as we drove back to the house, but he took a detour. We ended up out on a deserted shore.

"Don't the groceries have to be brought home?" Only two months and I already thought the big white house was my home.

"Forget groceries." Fiyero breathed, staring down into my eyes. I gulped at the intensity of his gaze. He leaned down and kissed my lips.

His hands searched and glided into unmarked territory. I thought about stopping him, but I knew I couldn't. I wanted this too, wanted it so bad.

"I love you." I murmured to him in between kisses. His smiled grew wider and we fell to the sandy ground.

"I love you, too, sweetheart." He told me. Our clothes seemed to evaporate and we didn't speak another word, our energies focused elsewhere. This had been the best summer of my life.


It was evening before we headed back to the house, not able to keep our hands off each other. It was a war zone when we did get there.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" Avaric bellowed when we stepped in the house. It wasn't us he was yelling at.

"I didn't do anything!" We heard Boq plea.

"Yeah, right, like I believe that!" Avaric snapped. I could hear Galinda's muffled sobs as Avaric continued, "I always knew you were a whore." He stated.

"No, Avaric, it's not like that!! He came onto me!" She cried pitifully. We heard a smack and then quiet.

"OUT!" Galinda's mother yelled from upstairs. She had heard the fighting and the slap. "I WANT ALL OF YOU OUT OF MY HOUSE THIS INSTANT!"

"What happened?" I asked Boq out on the lawn. He looked a bit sheepish.

"I kissed Galinda. It wasn't my fault, she was drunk and fell on me and I couldn't resist! And… then Avaric came in." He finished lamely. Avaric had already left, leaving Galinda crying in the grass. Even in the dark I could tell there was a hand print on her cheek.

"It's ok." Fiyero tried to sooth her, wrapping his strong arms around the petite girl. She leaned onto his chest. I watched, my face paling. No.

She leaned up and her lips met with his, my world falling apart. No!

"Dammit Fiyero!" I cried, my eyes filling to the brim with unshed tears. Why did everything have to happen now? He looked up at me and his eyes were in shock.

"I need to leave." I muttered, more to myself than anyone.

"No, Fae!" He cried, running after me.

"Yero, leave it. I won't be back. Enjoy the rest of your summer. Maybe you'll remember me. Take care of my heart." I choked on my words and stumbled to my car, leaving the white house for the last time.

A summer fling, that's all it had been. I tried to convince myself as I drove away, but my heart didn't listen to my mind. There would always be a place for Fiyero in my heart. The moments, little touches and tokens to show he cared, meant the world to me. I stopped at a tavern on my way out of town. I drowned myself in drinks, trying to forget the look on his face as I drove away. Fae, he had called me. He had loved me. Fae… Fae…

"Fae."

I looked, and then he was here, with me.


You know, I'm kinda hungry. I feel like Pizza. Virtual Pizzas (from Fiyero in his tight-ass pants) to those who review! (bribery, a great negotiation in life).