Not sure why, but here's a pronunciation key that probably would have been more helpful in the first chapter…=D

Faolen- Fowl-lin

Srithentic- Sert-ren-thick

Ranier- Rain-near (from a few chapters back XD)

Cow-Moo.

Have a nice day.

After Galinda and Elphaba dropped off their drunken friends at their dorms, they returned to their own, tired and slightly annoyed. Elphaba flopped into her bed, ready to sleep.

"Oh, Elphie!" Squealed the Blonde.

"Oh Oz, Galinda, please, I just want to sleep."

"Well fine then, if you don't care about what I have to say!"

"No, no I don't. Good night."

"Elphie!"

"Whaaaaaat?" Sighed Elphaba, exasperated.

"He's perfect!" Squealed Galinda.

"Faolen?

"Who else?"

"Isn't he gay?"

Galinda jaw dropped slightly.

"Uh, no. W-why would you think that?"

"Well, I've already heard that he was gay before, this sudden relationship he has with you, to me just seems like a cover up to get the press off his back about it."

"And how could you possibly have known about him before?"

"I watch the news, Galinda. Also being a history major whose studying politics helps too."

Galinda was suddenly compelled to tell Elphaba the truth, there was no way she could possibly fool her roommate; she was a genius.

"Besides," Elphaba continued, "He's considered attractive, how could he not have had a girlfriend before?"

"Maybe he didn't want one?"

"Why not?"

"There could be a bunch of reasons!"

"Not convinced."

Galinda couldn't take it anymore.

"Elphaba Thropp, I'm about to relay a secret so dark, you can tell absolutely tell no one! Not a soul!"

Elphaba rolled her eyes.

"What is it Galinda? Are you madly in love with Boq?"

"No! And isn't it pronounced Biq? Anyways, you're right, about Faolen that is. He is gay." The Blonde quickly explained their predicament.

"And you're ok with this? Galinda, he's using you!"

"Its fine, Elphie! He's my friend; I'm doing him a great favour!"

"You just have a crush on him."

"So? He smells like cinnamon! How many boys do you know smell like cinnamon?"

"Alright, fine, whatever. Now can I go to bed?"

"Fine, go to bed. You mean green thing you."

Elphaba smiled, "Nighty night."

Faolen woke up the next morning with a pounding headache.

"OH MY OZ, AVARIC, I SWEAR TO YOU, I'LL NEVER DRINK AGAIN." He said as he threw up in the toilet.

"Aw come on dude, don't give up the joys of alcohol!"

"Ugh."

"Hey, look at today's paper! Dude, you're on it!"

"Again?" Said Faolen, mortified.

Avaric started reading out loud.

"The Prince Fiyero of the Vinkus and his girlfriend, the green Elphaba Thropp, daughter of the Governor Munchkinland, were seen drunk and causing a ruckus with previously thought to be gay Faolen Srithentic and his own girlfriend, Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands. The four were with Nessarose Thropp, sister of Elphaba, and her boyfriend, Boq Tinstien at a local pub at Shiz University called the 'Beer Box.' See below for a picture of the six, drunk and causing a riot."

Avaric looked up.

"Dude, how could you not invite me?"

"A picture? They have a picture! Oh dear Oz."

"Well, what'd you expect, bro? I mean a prince, the daughters of a governor, and the son of a Prime Minster all together and drunk, that's epic article material right there."

"Screw it." Mumbled Faolen, "The past's past, there's nothing I can do to change it."

"Atta boy!"

Faolen started getting dressed in his orchestra uniform; a black dress shirt, black dress pants, with a red blazer and white tie.

"Hey, did you know that Galinda has blue eyes? Specifically azure." He mumbled absent mindedly as he fixed his tie.

Avaric took out a brush and canvas and quickly painted something. He flipped it around and showed Faolen.

It was a simple painting of every shade of grey mixed with every shade of blue.

"Pretty ain't it? Since you brought it up, I felt like I had to paint eye colours. Looks like the ocean on a stormy day."

"You my friend are an artiste." Chuckled Faolen as he stumbled out of the dorm with his violin case.

Galinda Upland sat at the back of the room, listening to the conductor scream at the members of the orchestra.

"AND THAT'S WHY YOU'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING!" He screamed to one of the flute players.

"Oh stop crying! Don't make me hit you!" He spat, "…hit you verbally of course, I'm not allowed to touch you."

The poor flute player bit her lip in an attempt to stop crying.

"Let's try again people! From bar five!"

The orchestra started playing what Galinda thought was wonderful and beautiful music.

"STOP! Terrible, absolutely terrible! Oz, I need a coffee."

With that he stormed out of the room.

Wow. How could Faolen and the rest of these guys put up with him…? Thought Galinda as she skipped down the walkway to where the violins where.

She quickly put her hands around the eyes of a Blond in the front row.

"What the-?" He mumbled.

"Guess who?" She said cheerfully.

He turned around.

"Oh, hey Galinda. What are you doing here?" He asked as he took off his glasses and cleaned them.

"I wanted to hear you play of course! You guys were great; don't listen to that meanie of a conductor."

"He's ok once you get used to him."

Galinda raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the flute section.

"Well, I'll admit it's hard to get used to him." Smiled Faolen, "Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Nope, Fiyero pretty much burned down the science lab in chemistry, so we got the rest of the day off!" Squealed Galinda.

"Uh huh…"

Faolen was suddenly blinded by a flash of light.

"Gah! My eyes! What was that?"

"Oh, it's the paparazzi." Said Galinda as she flipped her hair.

Another flash, Faolen saw that it came from behind one of the house plants.

"Well why are they here?" He muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

"We're supposed to be a scandalacious couple or something. They've been bothering Fiyero and Elphie too!"

"Great."

"Anyways, we'd better give him what he wants."

"What does he want again?"

Galinda leaned in and kissed him.

"Hmrpf!"

"You can't break away, he's right there." Whispered Galinda.

Damn it. She's smarter than she looks.

Galinda eventually pulled away, with a smug smile on her face.

Faolen was not amused.

"I'm grumpy now. Thanks Galinda."

"Oh come on, you liked it! You know you did."

He rolled his eyes.

Phfff, liking it a little doesn't mean anything.

"Now then! I thought we could do something together today!"

At that moment, the conductor stormed back into the room.

He tapped his baton on his stand rather violently.

"Alright, everyone, let's try again from the top!"

"Can't, Lin, I have a feeling practice will go on for more than a little while today…"

"Why's that?"

"HEY!" Screamed the conductor, "YOU, TRUMPET PLAYER! Get your high C right! You sound like a farting chicken! Pathetic!"

He then bursted into a rant on how the trombones were better than the trumpets, and if the trombones were better than the trumpets, all hope was lost.

"That's why." Said Faolen with a smile.

"WHO'S TALKING?" He whipped his baton at the unsuspecting percussionist.

"Dude! Watch it!" Yelled the percussionist as he ducked and covered his head with his arms.

"SHUT UP. LET'S GET STARTED BEFORE I HAVE ANOTHER HEART ATTACK." He proceeded to start conducting with his hand.

"You better go Galinda, we'll do something tomorrow, I promise."

"Alright then, meet up at the park tomorrow at ten!"

"YOU! BLONDIE! Get out of here! You're distracting my violinist!" He pointed a metronome at Galinda threatenly.

"I was just leaving!" Squeaked Galinda as she hurried off.

"AND STAY OUT!" He screamed as he hurled the metronome at the door.

She was only a little distracting…Thought Faolen as he started playing.