"Can I borrow your book?" The words snapped him out of the trance he'd been in for about twenty minutes. Just staring at those eyes seemed to take so much time nowadays. The eyes would never notice, of course, but it didn't matter to him.
"Um..why are you looking at me like that?" He had to laugh at the facial expression; that delicious mixture of puzzlement and amusement had surely never been so flattering on a person before.
"I wasn't. Oh, I need the book back in a bit, it's got my notes in on the Great Drought at the back."
"Ok, I just need this little bit here." That smile, oh that smile could turn him to stone.
"I'm just going for a walk." He got off the bed and headed towards the door.
"Fine. Oh, Boq?"
"Mmm?"
"If you see Galinda, can you ask her if she has my scarf?"
"Sure."
Oh, Galinda. Oh, Fiyero. Two loves, so annoyingly perfect. Perfect together, so he was stuck with the girl he didn't want, and didn't deserve.
A/N: I'm preparing to be pelted with stones by Fiyeraba/Gliyero/Bessa fans! And generally all people because Foq's just a little weird and scary, but I thought that they deserve at least one fic, however little. A short drabble, but I was very bored. I should be updating Les Mauvais sometime after the twelth. Keep your eyes peeled! Thanks for reading, review if you liked it. (I don't expect to have any reviews..)