So here's chapter 4.

So uhh... Galinda's friends. I took the name Milla from the canon, but she's nothing like the canon Milla (I presume) and I've created the character Angie (who actually appears in another story of mine).

I guess that's it. Enjoy :) Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, followed and favourited thus far.

Chapter 4

Avaric and Boq were halfway to Munchkinland when they realized that they had forgotten to pick up Fiyero.

Avaric had been so excited thinking about the trip, that on Thursday morning, he had driven straight to the train station where he met up with Boq. The two of them had then boarded the train, chattering happily as it moved through cities and cornfields, until Boq realized that the prince wasn't with them.

Now, standing on platform 7 of the Munchkinland train station beside the Southland Tours train, the two boys were jittery and nervous, fervently hoping that the prince would somehow... magically... be able to make it on time.

"I can't believe you," Boq snapped for what seemed like the fiftieth time, "How can you forget your best friend?"

"You didn't realize he wasn't there either." Avaric reminded him, stubbornly.

"But I wasn't the one who was supposed to pick him up!"

Avaric glowered at him, but then sighed deeply. "I really hope he doesn't get left behind."

"Think of the bright side... considering you forgot to pick him up, you might not even miss him." Boq reasoned.

Avaric shot him another dirty look.

"Shut up, Boq. Why don't you just go... socialize or something. This is the town of your people isn't it? Go be short and... munchkinny with the locals and stop irritating me."

"Why? So you can leave me behind too?" Boq challenged.

"Are you never going to let this go? You could have said something at the station. But you didn't. You forgot him as well!"

"Yes, but I was the one who realized he was missing. If it were up to you, you probably wouldn't have realized he wasn't there until you got back to the Vinkus and he beat the crap out of you."

"You are such an ass... and Fiyero couldn't beat the crap out of me."

"Yes he could."

"No way, man!"

As the two boys bickered, a cluster of three girls, standing a few feet away from them on the same platform were also anxious and jumpy.

"I can't believe Elphie isn't here!" Galinda was saying as her eyes roamed the crowd, hoping to see a flash of green, "It isn't like her to be late."

"Maybe her father changed his mind," Angie suggested, "He's really strict, right?"

"Maybe... but he wouldn't do that, would he?" Galinda asked, her brow creasing in worry. "I mean... No one's that cruel."

Angie shrugged, "I don't know anything about the governor. I've only seen him once. He was walking on a road wearing a long coat and he looked really scary."

"Maybe she had an accident," Milla piped up, "Maybe her carriage slid on the road and crashed into a milk farm and she is now lying wounded among the cows crying for help... but no one can hear her. Because the farmers are on that strike."

Galinda gaped at her, "Why would you..."

"What's a milk farm?" Angie interrupted, wide-eyed, "Is it where bottles of milk grow from the ground?"

Galinda decided to ignore the two of them, and continued looking desperately through the crowd instead, when a voice on the loudspeaker made an announcement that their tour would be leaving in five minutes.

"No!" Galinda shrieked at the bodiless voice, "She's not here yet!"

"Let's go, we don't want to miss it too," Milla said.

"I'm sorry, Lin." Angie said, giving her a sorrowful look.

"We can't leave without her!" Galinda looked stricken, "We can't!"

But as the crowd rushed onto the train, Galinda and her two friends were swept aboard, along with Avaric and Boq... all of them still fretting about their missing friends.

Fiyero reached the platform just as the last of the students trickled off it and onto the awaiting train. A sense of panic rose up in his chest.

Oh shit!

The thought of missing the train after that long trip from the Vinkus was an extremely unnerving concept and though the train wasn't moving yet, Fiyero wasn't about to take any chances. He broke out into a sprint.

Bloody Avaric, he thought aggressively, See if I ever ask that idiot for a ride again.

With a grunt, he managed to jump into the first open compartment he could find, right as the train let out a shrill sigh and began trudging down the track.

Yes! Oh thank Oz!

He sighed with victory, congratulating himself on just having made it by the skin of his teeth and was about to go into the empty compartment, when something caught his eye. Leaning out to peer at the moving platform, he realized that something was running towards the train, making an incomprehensible sound.

Fiyero squinted to try and make out what it was, when he realized with a jolt that it was a girl.

And not just any girl... a girl with green skin.

She was sprinting beside the vehicle as it started gaining speed, her long, black skirt billowing behind her.

Fiyero was rendered paralyzed, staring open-mouthedly at the figure that was slowly coming closer. He was only brought out of his shock when she shrieked "I need to get on this train!"

Jumping into action, Fiyero held onto a railing and leaned forward, stretching his hand out towards her. She grabbed it, and he pulled her into the train compartment just as the train broke out into full speed. She fell into his arms, dropping her suitcase onto the floor of the cabin where it opened, spilling its contents everywhere. For a brief moment, he found himself holding her, their eyes interlocking... but she quickly ducked her head and he let go of her, moving back into the empty cabin.

"It's a good thing that wasn't you, huh?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

He suddenly felt oddly sheepish.

"Huh?"

He gestured towards the fallen clothes.

"It's a good thing... I didn't fall to the floor of the train and explode?" she asked slowly.

He actually had no idea what he had meant to say and responded instead with a rueful smile. She gave him a strange look and then bent down, picking up the fallen clothes.

"Thanks," she murmured, not meeting his gaze. Fiyero gave her a small nod.

Dumping his backpack on the side, he looked around the compartment. It was small and completely empty, with no seats or windows. The walls were plain except for the exit on the side and a door leading to the other compartments. He walked over to it and tried opening it, but eventually came to the conclusion - after ten minutes of rattling the handle - that it was locked.

I'm stuck in an empty luggage compartment with a green-skinned girl.

Fiyero wondered again how he always found himself in such weird situations.

He turned to look at the green girl who had - in the mean time - settled herself into a corner of the cabin, and was now reading a book with a pair of glasses perched on her nose.

"The door is locked. You wouldn't have a key by any chance, would you?" He asked.

She gave him another odd look and then returned to her book without responding. Obviously it had been an extremely lame joke - if you could even call it a joke - but Fiyero felt a brief flush of annoyance that she didn't even acknowledge that he'd spoken. Why wasn't she talking to him?

"I'm Fiyero."

She didn't even look up from her book. "Elphaba."

"I've never heard that name before."

She remained silent.

"But you probably hear it all the time," He joked.

More Silence.

"You know... since it's your name and all."

She gave a small cough and Fiyero shifted uneasily in his place, trying to think of something else to say.

"So..." He said, finally. "Excited for the tour?"

"Quite."

"Me too. But I hate trains. You know what they say." He smirked, "Trains are a pain."

Silence again.

"Actually no one says that. I came up with that myself...My dad says I'm a poet."

She gave an irritated sigh. "Do you mind? I'm trying to read."

He scowled.

What a buzzkill, he thought, Just my luck that the one time I get to be stuck in an empty train cabin alone with a girl, she has to be a broccoli-coloured bummer.

But there were another two hours until the first stop and due to the lack of windows and people, Fiyero knew that he had nothing to do aside from either sleeping or trying to get this girl to talk to him.

And Fiyero had always said that he loved a challenge.

Smoothening his hair, he sat down beside her, forcing himself in the small space between her and the door of the compartment. She glanced up at the large empty area in front of her and then shot him a look.

"Do you mind?"

The stuffy way she spoke reminded Fiyero of one of his old governesses.

"Not at all." He said, nonchalantly.

"The whole compartment is empty."

"I know."

He stretched his arms and gave a loud, fake yawn. She rolled her eyes and went back to reading.

Fiyero had always told other guys that the two most effective ways of getting a girl to talk was either flirting with them or irritating them. "But when dealing with a difficult girl", he advised, "You should use both. If possible, at the same time."

He shifted in his seat, trying to figure out a pick-up line to use, when he felt something uncomfortable behind him. He pulled it out, realizing with amusement that it was a bra.

"Is this yours?" He asked her, innocently.

Spotting it, she gasped and grabbed it from him, her cheeks flushing.

"That was fast," he said, his eyes twinkling, as she opened her bag and hastily shoved it inside. "Usually girls wait a whole dinner before giving me their bra."

She turned to look at him with horrified eyes. "Excuse me?"

Fiyero shrugged, "I'm just saying. Based on my experience with previous dates, usually I have to buy a girl dinner first."

She rolled her eyes, turning back to her book. He thought he heard her mutter jackass under her breath, but he couldn't be sure.

At least the 'irritating her' bit was coming along.

"You know," he said, moving closer to her, "You remind me of something I saw in my garden this morning."

She spun around to face him, her eyes flashing. "Grass? Because I'm green? Is that what you were going to say?"

Ouch. Fiyero bit back his words, shocked by her assumption. This girl clearly had never been hit on before.

"Um no, I was going to say a flower. Because it's beautiful. Like you."

She looked even more horrified at that. She watched him wordlessly for a minute before a look of realization crossed her features and she groaned, turning back to her book.

"You could say 'thank you, you're beautiful too'," Fiyero suggested.

She gave him a weary side-glance.

"Look, I don't know what you're trying, but if you could just leave me alone, that would be great."

Fiyero nodded, but began whistling Katy Perry's Last Friday Night as soon as she turned back to her book. She clenched her jaw.

"Do you mind?"

"What? Not a Katy Perry fan?"

"I'm trying to read, and your whistling is distracting."

"California Girls? I Kissed a Girl? Hot and Cold? Oh come on, you must like Hot and Cold!"

She glared at him and he raised his hands in submission. She returned to her book and he looked around the empty cabin, bored out of his mind. The silence was absolutely agonizing, not to mention, it had already been more than five minutes and she still wasn't giggling at everything he said. Clearly something was very wrong with her.

I just need to try harder, he decided finally. It wasn't like he had anything else to do.

"So, what book are you reading?"

"It's called Emperor Penguin," she replied, brusquely.

"Oh cool. I love penguins."

"It's not about penguins. It's about a secret society called 'Emperor Penguin'."

"That's too bad," He paused and then added, "I've always felt like penguins are the most magnificent creatures."

She peered at him from the top of her glasses, "How so?"

He could hear a hint of surprise in her suddenly softened voice.

"There are penguins called the Little Blue Penguins and they nest under people's homes and make braying noises so people think that there's a donkey nearby." He said, snickering.

"You truly are a poet," she said, dryly.

"I try."

She exhaled sharply.

"Look... Fiyero, was it?... Can you please just leave me in peace? All I want to do is to read my book, alright?"

"But I don't have anything to read... so unless you want to share your book with me, I'm going to have nothing to do."

"That's not my problem."

"That's extremely rude."

"Again, not my problem."

"I guess we'll just have to share the book then."

Fiyero leaned over her, blocking her view as he peered onto the pages.

"Who's Roberto? And why is he 'clutching his face in agony'?"

She was getting extremely irritated now.

"Look, can you just..."

The sound of the door opening stole Fiyero's attention and he turned towards it, his face breaking out in a grin.

Standing in the doorway, peering in, was the cutest girl he had seen in a while. She was short, with blonde ringlets and the sweetest pink lips. He scrambled to his feet, running his fingers through his hair as she walked into their compartment.

Her cerulean eyes, however, were not on him.

"Elphie!" She shrieked in a pitch that Fiyero was sure had permanently damaged his ear-drums.

She ran up to the green girl, waving her arms in delight, "We thought you had missed the train! We were so worried!"

"Nope, I made it." Elphaba said, smiling wanly.

"What are you doing here silly? Come and join us in the other cabin, we..."

She finally noticed Fiyero. Her voice faltered and a shy smile crept over her face, "Hi..."

Fiyero smirked, "I had no idea there were such gorgeous girls on this trip."

She giggled and it was like music to his ears. Yup... he still had it.

"I'm Galinda," she said, batting her eyelashes.

He sent her a wink, "Fiyero."

Galinda giggled again, and Fiyero noticed the green girl roll her eyes.

"I hope I see you around... Fiyero," Galinda said.

"You most certainly will."

He walked over to the door she had just come through and slid it open, holding it open for her. As she passed, she sent him another flirtatious smile. Due to his respectable upbringing, Fiyero held the door open for Elphaba - who was following Galinda, visibly struggling with her suitcase - as well.

"Those penguins can also make mooing noises," he whispered as she passed him.

In response, she shoved the edge of her suitcase into his knee. He held back a yelp of pain, shutting the door forcefully behind her.

Man, he thought, rubbing his injured knee, What a piece of work.

"Fiyero!"

Avaric felt a wave of relief wash over him as the blonde boy stumbled into their compartment. "You made it!"

"Yeah... and no thanks to you."

Fiyero sat down on the seat across from Avaric and Boq as Avaric sent him a sheepish smile.

"Sorry man, I don't know how I forgot."

Fiyero sighed exasperatedly and leaned back against his seat, entwining his fingers behind his head.

"Where were you for last fifteen minutes?" Boq asked.

"I came right when they announced that the train was leaving. So I jumped onto the first open car, which turned out to be an empty luggage compartment... and the door was locked, so I was stuck there. But get this, just as the train was leaving this girl comes running yeah? And I pull her onto the train..."

"A girl?" Avaric raised an eyebrow, "Is she hot?"

"Man, listen..." Fiyero looked quickly around the cabin before hissing in a low voice, "She was green."

"What do you mean?" Boq asked, blankly, "Like she was inexperienced?"

"You slept with her already?" Avaric gasped.

"No!" Fiyero crinkled his nose, "I mean she was actually green. Like her skin was green."

"What?" Boq snickered, "Why? Was she going for a costume party?"

"Dressed as what? A stick of celery?" Fiyero demanded.

Avaric snorted.

"No man!" Fiyero insisted, "She was actually green."

"So?" Boq asked, wide-eyed, "What happened?"

"What do you think happened?" Fiyero tugged at his collar, "It was just me and her locked in an empty cabin. She was all over me."

"Seriously?" Boq grinned gleefully, "The green girl couldn't keep her hands off you?"

"It was so weird, man. I was sitting in this corner, minding my own business, and she just totally pushes herself up against me! The whole cabin was empty and it was just her and me in this tiny space! So of course, I push her away."

"And then?"

"And then she kept asking me all these weird questions, like do I like penguins? And was I single?... and she kept using these lines on me..."

Avaric laughed when he saw how wide Boq's eyes were getting.

"Alright Fiyero, we're done with your bullshit." He said, shaking his head.

Fiyero snickered, "It totally could have happened, though."

"Yeah right."

"But guess what did happen."

"Wait," Boq looked confused, "So there isn't really a green girl?"

"Oh no, she was real," Fiyero shrugged, "Super boring though. Just spent the whole time reading and making snide comments. But her friend... Galinda... dude. She is hot."

"Are you sure you didn't just find her hot because you had been stuck with the green girl for so long?" Avaric snickered.

"The green girl wasn't bad looking," Fiyero clarified, "Just annoying."

"Man, I can't believe you were lying about her coming on to you," Boq said, clearly put-off "That was low."

Fiyero spotted a card clutched tightly in the Munchkin boy's hand.

"What's this?" He asked, grabbing it from him. His eyes scanned the page, "A party?"

"Yeah," Avaric grinned, "Tomorrow night at the hotel ballroom, after the sightseeing."

"It is going to be so great!" Boq agreed, "Dancing, drinking and hot girls!"

"Sounds awesome," Fiyero said, grinning.

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