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Author's Note: Wow. You guys, honestly, I am BEYOND honored. First of all, millions of thanks to TryDefyingGravity for my nomination in Thespian-wolf's contest; secondly, to everyone who's actually voted for me! (Sniffles) I love you guys so much. The fact that you really think my story is good enough to be Best anything is...amazing. Mind blowing. Fabulous. I don't know how to express my gratitution:) And how do I thank you? By taking for-frigging-ever to update. I am so sorry. Forgive me and read the chapter? I hope it's worth it. Also, I don't know if they have mistletoe in Oz. If they don't, guess what? They do now:)

Elphaba was deeply gratified to find her dorm room empty. The last thing she felt like dealing with at the moment was her heartbroken blonde cream puff of a roommate. (Where Galinda was, Elphaba had no idea. Nor was she particularly worried about her.) She heaved an enormous sigh and poured some oil into her hands. As she massaged it into her face, she couldn't help but let her mind wander back to what had just happened. A kiss. Her first, in fact…with the guy who'd just dumped above-mentioned roommate. Oz, how screwed up was that? What kind of guy would do something like that? She firmly resolved to forget about the incident…no matter how sincere he'd seemed. After all, she reminded herself, it wasn't as though she felt anything for him. Definitely not.

She changed into a nightgown and crawled under her covers. Now if only she could get to sleep.

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Fiyero kicked off his shoes and padded over to his mirror. How in Oz he'd gotten lucky enough to get a roommate who was never actually in the room (Had he even met the guy? He pondered this and came to the conclusion that they had never seen one another.) he had no idea. However, this was a truly fabulous development, as it was turning out. It left him free to pace around, carefully combing his hair, with no annoying distractions or questions. Unfortunately, all he could think about was kissing Elphaba. (And how amazing it had been and how much he really, really wanted to do it again…) While these were very pleasing thoughts, they weren't getting him any closer to a repeat performance.

About a half an hour later, he had come up with several possibilities. They included but were not limited to: 1) standing guard outside of Dillamond's room (Dr. Dillamond. Right. Show respect to the Animal and all that.) armed with mistletoe for when Elphaba showed up and 2) pretending to choke/drown/something else that would require possible mouth-to-mouth resuscitation with only the green girl present to administer such life-saving…life-savingness. There was also one that involved tripping her, but that one was proving a bit tricky to work out.

Knowing that he would forget these things unless drastic action was taken, Fiyero inhaled deeply. Then, seizing a piece of paper and a writing utensil…he…wrote the ideas down. Clearly, this was serious. The last time he'd written anything down had been at least a year ago. Seeing his words on paper, though, gave Fiyero a lovely, tingly feeling of accomplishment. Now all he had to do was choose a plan and put it into action.

GAAAAAAAASPPPPP! MOOOOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEEE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!

When the sun rose the next morning it found a certain Miss Elphaba Thropp curled on a window seat, a book held in one limp hand. The yellow, pink and orange light hit the lids of her closed eyes, and she opened them slowly. Slightly disoriented, she gazed around the room. Galinda was exactly where she'd fallen asleep at some point the night before—buried under about three layers of blankets, with her pillow around her head. Then, Elphaba glanced blearily down at her hand as her book tumbled to the floor. At around 11:30 she'd given up on sleep, chalking it up to exhaustion, and decided to study for the History test coming up later in the week. (Not, of course, that she got much sleep on a regular basis anyway.) Apparently, her tiredness had caught up to her. She rubbed her face briskly and clamored off of the window seat. She wobbled a bit, her legs numb from the fact that they'd been curled under her for the past six or seven hours (she hadn't moved since she'd started studying last night), and the got changed.

When she exited the room about five minutes later, laden with books, she decided she wanted to take a walk. So she did so, wandering around the courtyard with no real destination in mind, until it occurred to her. This was the place. Where she was at that exact moment. The place of the kiss. The completely insignificant, didn't-mean-a-thing-and-never-would kiss. Breakfast time, she decided abruptly. Fruit. Yes, definitely. Raspberries and blueberries…maybe a peach or a plum. Being friends with the Zebra cooks, she was able to gain entrance to the kitchens despite the early hour, to obtain her breakfast. She accepted it, made idle chitchat with the cooks, and then took her breakfast outside to eat it under a tree that was far, far from the edge of the courtyard where…it…had happened. Fortunately, she realized suddenly, the likelihood of anyone being awake and deciding to hang out outside for an hour before they could eat was not very high. Especially not Fiyero. He probably wasn't even up yet. He could sleep all day for all she cared.

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIN)

By behaving in this manner all day, she was able to avoid Fiyero until History. Unfortunately for her, he had himself parked directly in front of the door when she showed up. "You're in my way." She snarled, as maliciously as possible. It wasn't her fault, really. It was all him. Why did he have to go and be so…frustrating? And why, why, why were his eyes so darn blue?

"Sorry." He grinned, exposing a dimple and making it very clear that he didn't mean it at all.

"Move."

"Wait, hold on. What's that?" He was pointing up.

"What?" Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"That." She gazed up, and her eyes locked on a little green plant, stuck rather haphazardly on the doorframe. Oh, no.

"I haven't the slightest idea." Somehow she managed to push her way past him and into the room before he had a chance to respond. Instantly, she made a beeline for the back of the room and sat as far away from the door as she could.

HEYYYYYYYY LOOOOOOOOOOOK ANOOOOOOOTHEEEEEEEER LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Fiyero could have bashed his head against the wall. Did she have no idea how difficult it had been for him to do that? Every female who'd seen what was over the door (and who was under it) had practically sprinted at him. He'd had to quickly dart away and pretend he'd seen something positively intriguing. It had been very stressful. And now she hadn't even had the decency to let the plan work! He ripped the mistletoe down and walked into the room. Maybe if he had time to talk to her before class started, he'd have time to convince her that she passionately loved him.

AN: Sorry if the ending disappoints. Review for a lovely, grateful authoress who probably doesn't even deserve it?