The four males walked back to the University in the pouring rain, by the time they reached the main foyer of Shiz, they were sneezing and coughing like there was no tomorrow.
"ACHOO!" Sneezed Avaric as he collapsed into a lush armchair.
Faolen sat in another one, sniffing miserably as Fiyero and Boq sat on a couch, fighting over a pillow.
Elphaba, Galinda and Nessa were already there, with towels wrapped around them.
"This *cough* sucks." Muttered Elphaba.
"Ah…ah…ACHOO!" Sneezed Nessa.
Galinda seemed to be the only one who wasn't sick, although the moment Faolen saw her he had to bite his lip and immediately avert his eyes to the ground in an attempt to stop staring. Her shirt was still damp, therefore it was also more transparent that usual…
"So, who won the game?" Asked Galinda.
Fiyero grabbed the pillow from Boq with a forceful tug as he answered.
"We did! You know, Elphaba, I won for you." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows.
In response, Elphaba went into a coughing fit.
"Great," She sniffed, "Now get a bowl of hot soup for me."
Galinda noticed that Faolen was red and avoiding looking at her.
"Are you ok?" She asked as she poked him.
"Galinda, the filaments of the cotton in your shirt have clumped together around the main fibers creating larger gaps between the fibers and therefore there is more of an ability to see through…"
"What? Faolen, I'm bad at science remember?"
Faolen swallowed.
Why is this even affecting me? I'm gay! ...right?
There was a sudden flash of light.
"Oz freaking damn it!" Croaked Avaric as he grabbed the pillow from Fiyero and threw it in the general direction of the flash, "GO HOME YOU DAMN CAMERA WHORE!"
"You guys sound terrible!" Chirped Galinda, "You know what? I'll get you guys some soup!"
"Get it from the cafeteria, Galinda! Remember what happened last time!" Called Elphaba after her.
Galinda huffed as she stormed off, "Fine!"
"What happened?" Asked Nessa.
"She burned a bowl of corn flakes." Answered Fiyero, "For some things, there's just no excuse."
"I don't feel so good…" Muttered Boq, "I think I have a fever…"
"I'm hot too, but that's not because of a fever." Said Avaric with a grin.
"You're so cool." Said Faolen sarcastically as he flipped his wet hair. It wasn't a Galinda flip, more of a he-quickly-ran-his-hand-through-his-hair-making-it-go-woosh.
Galinda came running back with trays of soup.
"Eat up peoples!"
Boq started shoveling the soup into his mouth.
"GAHH! IT BURNS!"
"That's cause it's hot, moron." Scoffed Elphaba.
"So! How are we all doing?" Asked a cheerful Galinda as she snuggled against Faolen.
"Sick." Muttered Nessa.
Fiyero sniffed.
"Reporter at 3 o' clock." Whispered Faolen to the girl next to him, "Laugh like I said something funny."
Galinda frowned slightly before bursting out into giggles.
After another flash of light, Fiyero stood up angrily and shouted, "HEY! YOU WANNA MESS? GET OUT OF HERE."
"C'mon kid! I'm just doing my job!" Moaned the reporter.
"GET ANOTHER JOB!" Said Fiyero as he whipped his bowl of soup at him.
The reporter cursed and ran off.
"Good job, Yero." Said Elphaba with a nod.
There was yet another flash of light.
"Another one? Dear Oz! Do you guys travel in packs or something?" Said Galinda with a pout.
Still adorable… Thought Faolen.
"Only sometimes, sweetheart, now smile for the camera!"
Avaric hurled his bowl of soup at the new comer.
"Watch it!"
Then Elphaba tossed hers.
"Damn kids!" He yelled as he ran out of the foyer.
"Stop wasting food!" Grumbled Nessa.
Faolen chuckled as he put his arm around Galinda, "Well then, now that they're all gon-"
This time there was a series of flashes blinding the seven college students.
"THAT'S IT." Fiyero stood up as he rolled up his sleeves, Avaric did the same.
"Elphaba, be a dear and hand me that lamp would you?"
"Of course, Yero." She said with a grin.
"Woah, calm down kid." Stuttered the reporter.
Boq took off Nessa's shoe and threw it at him.
"Boq! Why couldn't you throw your own?" Whined the girl.
"Relax, it's not like you're gonna use it anyways!" He took off the other one and threw it again, "There! Now you match!"
Faolen moved closer to Galinda.
"What are you doing?" Asked the Blonde.
"Just doing what you said, giving them what they want." He said with a shrug as he pushed his slipping glasses up.
Or doing what I want…
Galinda frowned.
…Well, I did say that, but…why can't he do this simply because he wants to? Oh right…
"I just remembered, I have a…test to study for, I gotta go." Mumbled Galinda as she pulled away and took off.
Elphaba raised an eyebrow at her friend's comment. Faolen was sitting there rather shocked, while Fiyero and Avaric were having a little 'talk' with the reporter. The Blond flicked at a piece of chicken in his soup, watching it bob up and down.
What'd I say?