Wicked=Not Mine

A/N: So I've decided to continue these drabbles. Any prompts you'd like me to try?? And thank you bunches for reading! It really makes my day!!! And review if you get a chance (those make me smile like crazy and make me feel like I'm not a loser) haha! Okay, enough self-pity!!! I hope you enjoy!

Orange

"You're like an orange," Fiyero declared proudly one day.

"What?"

"An orange," Fiyero repeated in a voice that seemed to suggest that Elphaba was especially slow.

"I know what you said. What do you mean?"

"Well, it takes forever to peel away your tough outer skin, but once you do, the result is a sweet, and sometimes tangy, and altogether wonderful inside."

"That is perhaps the worst analogy I've ever heard."

Fiyero tried to act hurt, but he wasn't fooling anyone. "I know," he conceded eventually. "But I love you."

Elphaba grinned in spite of herself. "You too," she whispered.