Rifiuto: Non Miriena

School started the following Monday, and Elphaba settled into her classes without any problems.

Well, except for one.

She ended up sitting next to this guy in her Life Sciences class that looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't put a name to the face. So it was after that class that he decided to introduce himself- or remind her.

"Elphaba! Elphaba, wait up." She turned, to see the guy rushing towards her.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, remember me?" After a moment, she shook her head.

"No, why would I?" She asked, but before she could open her mouth to say something else, he leaned down to capture her lips in his in a sweet kiss. Her eyes widened as his eyes closed, and she pushed against him for several minutes, but he took her hands, sliding his fingers through hers as their books fell to the ground at their feet. He broke the kiss every so often, always capturing her lips again. With their books on the ground between them, they stood suspended in time, locked in a sweet kiss very reminicent of their first kiss that summer eight years earlier at the lake.

After twenty minutes, they broke the kiss, and she pulled away, looking into his eyes.

"Y... Yero?" He nodded, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I... I can't believe I didn't recognize you." Then, she threw her arms around his neck. "How are you?" She asked, when he'd set her back on her feet.

"I'm doing good. And you... you seem to be doing great." She nodded.

"Yeah, I got her last weekend-"

"I know. I ran into you at the Wilted Rose."

Her eyes widened.

"That was you?" He nodded. "Oh Oz, I'm sorry, I can't believe I didn't recognize you then!"

"That's... that's okay. You had your mind on other things." She laughed softly. "Do you want to go for coffee? I've got a-"

"Break? So do I. Sounds good."

Then, they picked up their books and left campus, going to the Wilted Rose and slipping into a table after ordering their coffee. "So how have you been?"

It had been eight years since she'd seen Fiyero. The'd met when Fiyero's father had come up to draw up a treaty with Frex, and become good friends. Fiyero spent summers with Elphaba and her family, going to the City with Nessa, going to the lake with Shell or staying at Colwen Grounds. She'd developed a crush on him, and he on her. They'd met at age six, and become best friends, sharing everything from food to books to toys- including their first kiss.

And now, as they sat in the Wilted Rose, Elphaba felt that memory coming back full force.

"What are you blushing about?" He asked, a smile on his face. She covered her face with her hands quickly.

"I... I was just thinking about my dorm."

"You're dorm?" She nodded.

"Yeah. It's got the numbers of our first kiss."

"Our first kiss? Elphie, I'm not-"

She leaned close. "Crage Hall, fifteen sixty." She whispered. He stared back at her, speechless.

"You're kidding." She shook her head.

"No."

"Wow... okay, I get it."

She blushed, staring into her coffee. They sat at the cafe for the next two hours, talking and catching up. And when they left, Elphaba accompanied him to his dorm- mainly because she wanted to spend time with him, and figured it would be good for them to catch up without the noise of the cafe. As they climbed the stairs of Briscoe Hall, she realized that being near her childhood friend still brought on the butterflies, and she blushed.

Finally, they made it to the third floor, and walked down the hall, passing a lobby with a fireplace, a meeting room, and a little library like her dorm, until they came to his dorm. She noticed that the doors were almost identical to hers, and when she looked at the numbers on the door, she felt her breath catch, as chills once again rushed up her spine.

1560.

"Um... uh... Yero, d... do you-"

He looked at her, before looking at the number. "Yeah, I know. Some coincidence, huh?"

"More like creepy." She replied, as he slid the key into the lock and turned. He thought a moment before shaking his head.

"I prefer to think of it as fate." He said, smiling at her, hoping she took it as a joke, which she did. Once he opened the door and they entered, he directed Elphaba to the sofa, before fixing a couple cups of tea. Once they were settled on the sofa, they continued their talk. Eventually however, their catching up turned to old memories, and soon, Fiyero found himself kissing his childhood friend.

As his hands moved around her waist, under her shirt and began working on the hooks of her bra, Elphaba pushed him away.

"Okay I think we'd better stop."

"Sorry Elphie. I got carried away." She nodded.

"I know." Then, she stood. "It was good to see you again, Yero." She said, as he stood.

"You too, Elphie." Then, he wrapped her in a hug, before kissing her. She pulled away, going to the door, and leaving, giving him her brightest smile. As he watched her walk down the hall, he called, "Elphie!"

She stopped and turned, waiting.

"I... I love you!"

She didn't say anything, just nodded and continued on. Once she was gone, he closed the door and leaned against it, wondering why in Oz he'd decided to spill his guts to the entire hall.