A little Fiyeraba thing. I keep trying to think of non-drama fluffs, and I have some prompts ready to go (THANK YOU SO MUCH to Doglover645 and McAbbyGirl4Life). Ill get those ready next! Anyway, here is a short thing. Enjoy!
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"And over there," Elphaba pointed a long green finger, "is the main library. It's named after Kasto Kallum of the Upper Uplands. He must have given a ton of money or something. The other library is very small and is in the College of Law. And that's everything."
"So we're done?" Fiyero asked, crumpling up the map and tossing it towards a nearby trashcan. He missed.
"Yes. We're done. You can go refuse to do your homework or whatever it is you want to do," Elphaba waved him away, a book already partially pulled out from her bag.
"Awesome. I'll see you tonight?" he said, making finger guns at her and winking.
"No. Why would you see me tonight?" Elphaba asked concerned. She had taken a seat on a bench nearby.
"Avaric's party? Everyone's going to be there."
"Well, everyone but me. I was not invited."
"Yes you were," Fiyero blinked.
"No I was not. I just said-"
"No. You were invited. By me. Just now," Fiyero stated as if it were clear as day, which it kind of was. "You should come."
Elphaba's face was turning a darker green.
"I... I'm not really interested in parties," she muttered. Her long green finger slowly traced the binding of the book. "And anyways. Avaric doesn't want me there. And it's his party."
"But I want you there," Fiyero explained, taking a seat next to Elphaba. "I don't want you to miss out."
"Trust me, Fiyero. I tried going to a party once. It didn't turn out well."
"What do you think is going to happen?" Fiyero asked, his eyebrows raised.
He stretched upwards, his back arching as he did so. No matter how hard he tried to ignore them, Elphaba couldn't help but notice his flexed biceps.
"You really want to know?"
"Yes. I really want to know."
"Well. I think someone is going to throw food at me. I think someone is going to 'accidentally' spill their drink on me. I think I'm going to hear at least 24 different comments on my presence as well as every variation of vegetable known to man. I think that I will end up embarrassing someone and become tomorrow's hottest gossip. I think history is going to repeat itself. People always say that you should learn from the past so you don't repeat it. Trust me I have learned and I don't intend to repeat it. It's everyone else who insists I do."
Elphaba looked down at her book again.
The title struck Fiyero as ironic: The Outlier: Truth and the Deviant Figure. He wondered if she interpreted it as more than just a book about statistics.
"Elphaba. I want you to come. And I promise that nothing will happen to you tonight," Fiyero said softly. He slipped his hand into hers.
"How can you be sure of that?" she muttered, avoiding eye contact.
"Because I will be there to make sure of it."
"Who brought the green girl?" Pfannee whispered to Milla.
Across the crowded room, the pair could just make out a flash of green as Elphaba disappeared into the crowd.
Galinda was off assisting Avaric in a secret plot to embarrass Elais Polk and Wenda Junip in the back room. The pair had been secretly dating for a while, and Galinda wanted the world to know.
"Oh my Oz," ShenShen whispered as she pushed through a throng of freshers. "You won't believe it. Fiyero brought the artichoke!"
"Fiyero? As in, the Prince of the Vinkus Galinda was trying to woo?"
"The very same! And get this... he's holding her hand!"
Pfannee's hands flew to her mouth.
"Isn't he worried he's going to catch her green?"
"No apparently he isn't," Milla crossed her arms.
"We need to get Galinda and put an end to this," ShenShen said in a low voice.
"Agreed."
"What's the plan?" Galinda whispered as an appropriately embarrassed Elais Polk and Wenda Junip ran out the door.
"We just need to get a little spinach on his shirt. He'll think that her green spread to him and she'll run away."
"How do you plan on doing that? "
"Leave that to me," Milla announced with a malicious grin.
She picked up a scoop of spinach dip on a spoon. Slowly she edged closer to wear Fiyero and Elphaba talked quietly in a corner.
"Hi guys. Oh Miss Elphaba. We are so happy for you to be here," Milla cooed. She talked and smiled, all the while smearing spinach all over the side of Fiyero's white shirt.
"Okay. Well glad to see you, Miss Elphaba. Master Fiyero," Milla nodded and turned on her heel.
"Wait for it," ShenShen whispered.
"Oh my, Master Fiyero," Pfanee's hands flew over her mouth as she feigned shock. "Your shirt! I...I think that she turned your shirt green. It... it must be contagious!"
At once the entire room erupted into screams and began pushing each other around, trying to get away from Elphaba.
Elphaba's face grew a darker green. She immediately made for the door, but Fiyero grabbed her hand before she could get far.
"It's okay," he muttered. Then louder. "It's okay. It looks like spinach. Nothing to worry about, guys."
"Fiyero, I want to go," Elphaba flushed even darker.
"It's okay. I'me here with you. Nothing will happen," he said, squeezing her hand tighter.
"Fiyero get away from her!" Milla squealed.
"I'm not," he announced loudly. "Elphaba is here with me as my guest. If she leaves, then I leave."
The crowd fell silent.
"Fiyero let's go," Elphaba whispered.
Fiyero squeezed her hand and allowed her to lead him out the door.
"Fiyero I am so sorry about that," Elphaba sobbed as she plopped down on a bench outside Crage Hall.
"No, no. It was my fault. I insisted you come," he apologized, sitting down next to her.
"This always happens. I'm so sorry about your shirt. I'll replace it."
"Don't worry about it. I've got like sixty of them. And," he looked down at the stain on his shirt. "I kind of like it. You know. It'll definitely be a memory."
"Not a good one."
"No. A very good one. The one where I met you," he said softly, slipping his fingers into hers.
Elphaba's cheeks grew darker.
"Fiyero why..."
"Because I've only been at this school for two days and I can already tell you're one of the only people who truly gives a damn. And I like that. I don't know why, but I guess we would make a good pair. I don't care and you do."
Elphaba's cheeks grew even darker.
"Fiyero..."
"Thank you for a wonderful night, Elphaba. I'm sorry it didn't go as well as I had hoped. But I won't forget this. Or you."
"It's not that easy to forget me. I don't seem to cause commotions...I am one."
"Well, I think you might be a commotion I'd like to get to know better. Perhaps we could be a commotion together."
