"Fiyero!" Galinda squealed. "I bought you this tie so you can match my dress for the dance!"

"Galinda, it's bright pink!"

"Puh-lease...so many guys wear pink!"

"IT'S GOT HEARTS ON IT!"

Galinda scowled at him. "But they're manly hearts!"

Elphaba wouldn't even care if I wore a damn tie.

He had been in Galinda's dorm all day, watching her riffle through her dresses trying on each and every one. If he didn't know better, he would have thought Galinda bought a whole store and stuffed it in her closet. All day he had been rating them on a scale from 1-10 out loud, but in his head had been imagining how Elphaba would have looked in them.

It had been four days since the rally and Elphaba was talking to him. She was always on his mind now. He didn't even care about taking her to the dance anymore.

Just then, Elphaba walked into the dorm. "Oh I see there's another fashion show going on." She said, sitting beside Fiyero.

"I don't think fashion shows are this long." Fiyero muttered.

Elphaba threw her head back in laughter.

That's my new favourite sound.

Soon they were deep in conversation about Elphaba's classes, their roommates and...the dance.

"I wasn't planning on attending that." Elphaba commented.

"Not even if you went with a good friend?"

Elphaba giggled. "I wouldn't consider Boq a good friend and he's the only one without a date."

Deciding to take a chance, Fiyero said, "Actually, I meant me."

Elphaba was stunned. "You're going with Galinda! How could you even say that?"

"Because I promised myself I would go with you."

"You promised yourself? Like a game. An object. Is that all I am to you?" Elphaba raged.

"No..it's not like that!"

But it was too late. Elphaba had already locked herself in the washroom.

At least Galinda didn't hear that.

But Fiyero got up to leave and saw Galinda silently weeping in the doorway of the closet.

Closing the door behind him, he paused just outside to hear what Elphaba was saying.

"It's okay Galinda, he obviously wasn't who we thought he was."

"But Elphie, he was my Prince Charming."

Sounding doubtful, Elphaba tried to comfort her. "Galinda, life isn't a fairytale."

"MINE WAS! With a happily ever after and everything! But he clearly doesn't love me Elphie." Fiyero could tell she was still crying.

"Galinda it's just a dance."

"This dance meant everything! We were going to be the happiest couple ever! We're both so perfect, we deserve each other!"

"No one's perfect Galinda."

"That's easy to say coming from you."

Trying to control her temper Elphaba said, "There is no such thing as a fairytale. You have to work hard in your life and make it work for yourself. Believing in something won't get you by."

"But it sure as hell helps." Galinda argued.

And with that, Fiyero walked away.

Avaric couldn't help laughing. "You screwed it up now dude."

"Thanks for the help." Fiyero wanted to crawl under the bed covers and die, but he braved it and told Avaric the latest chapter. "What do I do now?'

"Hope that one of them forgives you or you're forever alone with your buddy Avaric."

How can this guy be so easygoing?

"What are you doing now?" Fiyero saw Avaric hunched over the desk and knew it wasn't schoolwork.

"An experiment." Avaric moved away to reveal four fireworks taped together. "I was saving this for the dance, but I think you could use some cheering up today."

Before Fiyero could stop him, Avaric lit a match and launched the contraption out the window, where it lit up the night in green and pink flames.

Fiyero felt a twinge of regret. Is everything mocking me tonight?

There was a knock at the door. "Open up this door at once!"

Avaric scrambled to hide the evidence and dove onto his bed.

Fiyero answered the door. "Hello Madame, what seems to be the problem?"

Walking into the room the headshiztress said, "Tell me who shot the fireworks and everyone goes to the dance."

"What fireworks?" Said Fiyero in a levelled voice.

Avoiding the junk on the floor, Morrible moved to Fiyero's bed where Avaric had left the packages that the fireworks came in.

Of course Avaric had bought the brand titled "Teacher's Natural Enemy."

"Master Fiyero. You won't be attending the dance. If I catch you there it means suspension."

Morrible and her overly large behind left the room.

Fiyero glanced at the clock: 11:59

Yup, this is officially the worst day of my life.

Bleh. I deplore these unhappy chapters!