-yoinks in- Heheheehe...CaptainKase here (OoooOooOOoooh! Free advertising! LOOK ME UP! LOOK ME UP:D). Yeah. I get to post Fitchy's stories because she was dumb and got herself grounded. But I love her. -hopes that she never sees this- The ending bit is from her though. So uh...even though she wrote it...obviously, the post-er of the stories should get all your praise and -- -considers the wrath of Fitchy- Umm...you know what...just review. O.O;;; Because I'm afraid to say anything else. Anyhoo, here's Fitchy's new obsession.

There's another chapter coming soon. :D But as the official post-er, I have the right to keep you in suspense for a while. -evil-

She, like me, owns nothing. D:

Enjoy!

Hands touch

Trisha Stevenson had a crush. On her best friend's boyfriend.

Eyes meet

Trisha was known for being quiet; she supposed that was why Hohenheim never gave her a second glance.

Sudden silence

But she loved him: his gentle smile, the way he talked so seriously about everything—as if he knew about the military, about alchemy, about all the things country girls would never know.

Sudden heat

But he didn't love her. Hell if he even knew her name. He was always so obsessed with seeing Melicia, with giving her the customary kiss on the cheek, he never so much as smiled at Trisha.

Hearts leap

It broke her heart to watch them together, to see his eyes never stray from the face of her friend—her best friend.

In a giddy world

Melicia had asked her what was wrong—why Trisha had seemed so depressed when they were together—together without Hohenheim—and Trisha had merely passed it off as depression from her mother dying.

He could be that boy

Good excuse, Trisha.

But I'm not that girl

Trisha knew it was because she knew that she never had a chance with Hohenheim. There wasn't any chance at all when he had a girl like Melicia.

Every so often we long to steal

Trisha had tried near everything to get him to notice her—wearing less boyish clothes, greeting him politely, even wearing makeup, but all for naught. He still never gave her more than a passing glance.

To the land of what might have been

Trisha had tried imagining what life would be like if she were with him, instead of Melicia. It had worked,

But that doesn't soften the ache we feel

until she awoke from her daydream

When reality sets back in

and realized it was never going to come true.

Light smile

Hohenheim probably liked Melicia more because she was just so much more likable.

Like him

She was funny, smart, outgoing, talented, beautiful, and easy to get along with—Trisha was merely smart and liked to read.

She who's winsome

Melicia was simply better than Trisha—it had never bothered her until now.

She wins him

All the things that Melicia had that Trisha didn't were the deciding card in the one-sided battle for Hohenheim.

Gold hair with a gentle curl

He chose Melicia over Trisha, and that was all that mattered.

That's the girl he chose

But Melicia didn't know this; could she truly be blamed?

And heaven knows

Nonetheless, Hohenheim liked girls like Melicia—wavy blonde hair, curvy figure. Not like Trisha, brown-haired and rather normal shaped.

I'm not that girl

She could never be the girl Hohenheim wanted.

Don't wish

She had nearly gotten rid of her love-sickness, but of course the guy in question had to come and ruin everything.

Don't start

He swung by her house one rainy day; that was where they he normally came to find Melicia. "Is Melicia here?" he had asked, his hat dripping water onto the porch.

Wishing only wounds the heart

Trisha's breath had caught in her throat, and it was with a bitterness that showed that she had said, "No—no, she's not. I'm sorry." As she had gone to shut the door, he had wedged his foot between the door and its frame.

I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl

"What is it?" she had snapped, causing him to retaliate, shocked.

"Why so bitter, Trisha?"

There's a girl I know

She was caught off guard, he hadn't ever spoken to her before.

"I think I know." His gently smiling face was beginning to annoy her. "You're in love with me, aren't you?"

He loves her so

Trisha had only been able to stare at him, watching as before her very eyes his soft smile turned into a smirk. Unknowingly, tears welled up in her eyes.

I'm not that girl

"You bastard," she whispered, horrified, as she slammed the door in his face in a sparkle of tears.

Well, here is Amber's latest obsession—HohenheimTrisha.

They are so KEYOOT together, it's simply wonderful.

© Wicked—the Musical soundtrack, 2003.