The guilt. Oh my God dang…the guilt. D: Dang. I've said it before guys, I've got ADHD. XD but I supposed that's no excuse for not updating in like. 3 months. *bows head in shame* but I was busy I swear D: I was paddling some lame boat up a lake, then turning it and paddling it back down and turning it again so I'd repeat what'd I just did like three times, but doing it anyways, and having to turn again because shore is THAT WAY so it'd be like WTF MAN….sorry.
~Christino
"I think you should wear the black one." Suggested the green girl as she pointed at one of the many dresses Galinda had thrown across the room.
"Elphie! That dress is so three weeks ago! You have a terrible fashion sense." Sighed the Blonde.
Elphaba shrugged, "If I didn't have a terrible fashion sense, I wouldn't have one at all."
"Tell me about it," muttered Galinda, "Wait, on second thought, don't."
"Just hurry up, we'll be late."
"You can't rush perfection, Miss Elphaba." Chided Galinda as she applied a coat of lip gloss.
The green girl sighed, crossed her arms and waited.
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"FIYEROOOO!" Yelled Avaric, "Bro, what should I wear? I'm thinking a nice black shirt, with a pwnage looking red tie, and neon green pants."
Fiyero stared at his friend, "Did you eat that purple gunk under the sink again?"
"Hey, first of all, I thought it was grape jam. Second, maybe you're right; a red tie might be over the top."
"Fiyero sighed as he opened the door of their dorm, "Let's just go, you look fine."
Avaric was wearing a grey wife beater and swimming trunks as he had misplaced his boxers.
"Are you trying to make me look bad, bro?" Accused the brunette as he gestured at Fiyero's semi formal attire of a dress shirt, tie and black pants.
"Maybe."
"Fiyeroooooo!" Whined Avaric, "You can't do that! I have to impress Ga- people! You know?"
The prince patted his friend on the back, "I think Ga-people would be really impressed if you went out like that, you know, as a rebel. Rebelling against people who don't rebel. Like a boss." Said Fiyero with a smirk.
Avaric perked up, "Really?"
"Have I ever steered you in the wrong direction?"
The brunette grinned, "Alrighty then! Just let me gel my hair." Said Avaric as he rushed into the bathroom.
No, wait! You'd pass as a try hard if you gelled your hair! Not as a rebel at all." Called out Fiyero behind him.
Avaric poked his head out of the bathroom, "Actually? Ok. Let's just go then."
Fiyero grinned, this was going to be fun.
The two took a taxi to the Glided Truffle, the incredibly posh restaurant. After waiting a few minutes, another cab soon pulled up and out stepped their dates: Galinda and Elphaba.
"Sorry we're late," Apologized Elphaba, "I couldn't pull this one away from the mirror." She said as she pointed at the Blonde next to her.
"And we're early because of this one." Fiyero stuck a thumb over at Avaric.
"Hey! I look super fly, ok?" Scoffed the brunette.
"Are you wearing…boxers?" Mumbled Galinda.
Avaric puffed out his chest, "Nope," He opened the door to the restaurant, "Shall we?"
The girls shrugged and went on in, as Fiyero trailed behind, trying his best not to laugh.
"Four please." Said Avaric to a waitress with a wink.
The waitress' mouth dropped as she backed away slowly.
"What can I say, I'm a stud." Grinned the brunette.
Elphaba closed her eyes, "That's not why she…oh, never mind."
As the four sat down at their table, Avaric nudged Galinda.
"What?"
"Did it hurt?"
"Did what hurt?"
"When you fell out of heaven."
Awwwww. Thought Galinda.
"Wait, a sec, he's not finished." Interjected Elphaba.
"Because your face is pretty messed up."
The Blonde glared at him, "Excuse me?"
"No, wait! In a good way I meant!" Sputtered Avaric.
The blonde raised her hand and slapped him, sending him spiraling across the room and landing onto the tables of another couple.
Avaric groaned as he stood up and shook the male's hand, "So sorry, bro."
Fiyero was laughing hysterically as Avaric walked back and sat down. It was his idea for Avaric to test out his new list of pick up lines.
"That wasn't nice." Muttered the brunette as he rubbed his now cherry coloured cheek.
Fiyero cleared his throat, "Anyways, you look nice, Elphaba."
The green girl quickly raised the menu in an attempt to keep him from seeing her blush, "Well, thank you. So do you."
"And I look fantastic!" Grinned Avaric.
Galinda scoffed, "You're in this super duper fancy restaurant wearing swim trunks."
"Like a boss?" Smiled the brunette hopefully.
"Like an idiot."
"Like a rebellious idiot?"
"No." Finished Galinda.
Avaric's smile faltered as he felt something drop in his stomach.
"Oh. Ok." He mumbled as his hands tightened into fists.
Fiyero, sensing his friend's discomfort, called for the waitress.
"Who's hungry? I'm hungry. I'll have the steak. What about you, Av?"
"I'm not that's hungry anymore." He mumbled dejectedly.
"Nonsense! He'll have the beef stew!" Said Fiyero to the waitress as he ordered for his friend.
"I'm thinking pasta." Order Elphaba as she set her menu down.
"Salad for me!" Chirpped the blonde.
The waitress smiled, "Anything else?"
"Yeah, uh, some ice water, please?" Mumbled Avaric as he licked his lips, "It's really hot in here."
The waitress nodded as she walked away.
"It's actually pretty cold in here, Av, you ok?" Asked the prince.
"No, nothing, just that someone doesn't like how I dress. Not that I care, or anything. I'm too awesome to listen to stuff about me not being like a boss or stuff, and things." The words tumbled out of Avaric's mouth at lightening speed, "And I don't mind either, it's not like I like, even like them, I mean who cares? I don't care. I'm Avaric Tennmeadows, who the hell are you?"
With each word little flames came to life and started to dance around Avaric's clenched hands.
"Well as long as you're ok." Grinned Fiyero as he took a sip of water.
Who cares? Thought Avaric. Who cares that Galinda can't stand me?
"You do."
Avaric jerked up at the sound of Elphaba's voice and found himself staring right at her. Her brown eyes analyzed Avaric through her rectangular framed glasses.
Uhh, no. Denied Avaric.
"Uhhh, yes."
Nuh uh.
"Jeez, how old are you?"
Twenty two, thank you very much.
"That was a rhetorical question, Tennmeadows."
Slience.
"You don't know what rhetorical means, do you?"
…Shut up, Thropp, why are you invading my thoughts in the first place? That's stranger danger, man. Thought Avaric bitterly.
"Oh, no reason. I just thought I should let you know that Galinda has a thing for really spontaneous and impulsive guys. You know, the crazy, rebellious ones."
Avaric sat up straighter, I can be rebellious…
Elphaba smiled and turned her attention over to Fiyero, "Mission accomplished."
Fiyero glanced over to see Avaric now causally fiddling with his thumbs, waiting for the waitress to arrive with their food. The moment the last plate was set down; the brunette stood up, waited a few seconds, and flipped the table over, sending the plates crashing to the ground and the food flying everywhere.
"What is your problem?" Galinda screamed shrilly.
"Being spontaneous." Said Avaric with a grin.
A few seconds later, the manger of the Glided Truffle bursted out of the kitchen with two security guards, clutching stun guns.
Avaric, not knowing the difference between a stun gun and a regular gun, panicked and conjured up a fireball, in plain view. The man sitting across the room with his sister was surprised, very surprised. These two were in fact the same people who's table Avaric had crashed into, after being hit by Galinda.
"You know, I thought there was something about him, when he shook my hand." Stated the man, a thirty something year old, with blue eyes and red hair.
"We should go talk to him, before he like, burns down the restaurant or something." Suggested the girl, looking much like her brother except a good five years, if not more, younger.
Before they could get up, Avaric had thrown his fireball at the guard, missing completely and hitting the curtains instead. And with that, the Glided Truffle completely lit up.
