Happy New Year's Eve everyone! I can't believe I got another chapter in before the new year. I'm so proud of myself. :D
I was going to make this chapter much longer, but I decided that i'd just have more chapters. :) So here's the 4th chapter.
Warning!: This chapter contains an overload of Fiyerba fluff. Do not read if you are a Fiyerba addict.
Side effects include uncontrolable giggling, smiling, other things that would make your friends and family wonder what's wrong with you, and an unprecedented urge to go see the play, listen to As Long As You're Mine over and over for hours, and scream for him to kiss her already.
If you experience any of these side effects, please call the Fiyerba hot line, operators will be standing by to take your call and try and help you. (We really doubt they will help.)
Disclaimer: Dont' wish, don't start, wishing only ruins the heart.
Elphaba walked toward the library in the brisk morning air. She had some free time this morning and decided she would finish the homework she had started last night. She smirked, knowing that anyone she didn't want to see would not be in there.
She walked up the stairs of the building, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one saw her, before slipping inside.
The library was quiet, as normal, and Elphaba sighed internally. She placed her things at a table in the back and began her work. Soon, she was completely finished. She glanced at the clock and groaned at the fact that she still had an hour before class. She was definitely going to stay in her safe haven so she decided to pull out the spell book that had been nagging at the back of her mind.
She flipped through the musty pages, careful not to tear them, unsure of what she was looking for, but looking for it nonetheless.
Her nimble green fingers stopped at a page that had a small dog-ear. She looked at the page and recognized it immediately. It was the page that had the switching spell on it.
Her mind rapidly started putting the pieces together, her heart rate speeding up as she reread the spell description.
Causes anyone within the vicinity of the cast to think the caster is someone of the casters choosing for 72 hours.
Elphaba could've sworn her heart stopped after reading this.
"What I wouldn't give for a day or so in Galinda's shoes."
Her quick mind had put the pieces together long before she had finished reading. She tried to calm herself, telling herself that the spell wouldn't have been powerful enough to affect everyone at Shiz. Or could it? She didn't know anything about the range of spells, and she had done strange, powerful things like this before without her even knowing it.
Her breathing back to normal, she made a mental note to ask Madame Morrible about spell ranges in her sorcery class that day, before jumping to a permanent conclusion.
She was so deep in thought that she didn't even notice someone else come and sit down across from her. She only noticed when she felt something press against her arm.
She looked up straight into the face of Fiyero, who was smiling at her and sliding a book towards her. She glanced down and saw that it was one of hers. (Thankfully she hadn't needed it last night.)
"You left this yesterday when you raced out of class." Fiyero said, placing the book in her hands. Elphaba took it, only nodding in response since she didn't trust herself to speak as the familiar heat crept to her cheeks.
"How did you find me here?" Elphaba said quietly, after she put the book up.
Fiyero laughed at that, making Elphaba glare up at him.
"Elphaba, everyone knows they could find you here."
Elphaba cursed silently, knowing that was true. Thank the Unnamed God none of Galinda's friends (well, used to be friends) would never be caught dead in the library.
"Fine, whatever. So you've returned my book. Now you should be running out of here away from me to Galinda, so why aren't you?" she snapped, turning away to hide her face.
Fiyero chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder, causing her to stiffen at the contact.
"Because I want to do the exact opposite of that." he said, turning her so she was facing him again. She had just enough time to compose herself before looking him in the eye.
"Excuse me?" Elphaba replied, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't want to run away from you." Fiyero said, scooting closer to her as if to prove this point. "and I definitely don't want to go to Galinda. I'd much rather stay here with you." he placed his hand on her arm, immediately causing her stomach to flip, and the too natural heat to creep back to her face.
She shook herself, telling herself to focus instead of melting at the warmth in his blue eyes.
"Why?" she finally said, kicking herself for not coming up with something more clever.
Fiyero shrugged, leaning back. "I told you. I don't like Galinda that much anymore. She's sweet and all, but I'd rather us just be friends. I want to be with you." he stressed the word 'you', leaning forward slightly.
Elphaba felt her breath hitch, her heart accelerate and do a little happy dance. He, Fiyero, wanted her, Elphaba the green skinned freak, over Galinda, the most popular and prettiest girl in school. She felt a small smile creep onto her lips, but stopped herself.
He didn't mean what he was saying. He was under a spell. He thought she was Galinda so of course he was going to treat her that way. The small smile was quickly wiped off as her brain processed the information. She looked away, her head lowered and her eyes averted.
"No Fiyero." she said quietly. "You don't know what you're saying. You think I'm someone that I'm not. You have me confused with someone else."
"Elphaba, how could I ever mistake you for anyone else? I-" he started softly, but was cut off as Elphaba shot up from her chair, looming over him and glaring down at him.
"Oh of course, forgive me I forgot. How could anyone mistake me for someone else?" she hissed, whirling around and grabbing her things.
"Elphaba, I only meant-I didn't mean it like that!" Fiyero tried, stumbling over his words in surprise.
Elphaba whirled around to face him, her face full of rage, and behind that, hurt.
"Like everyone else, you refer to my looks and you make fun of them. Who could ever mistake the green artichoke for someone else? And I thought you were different from everyone else Fiyero, but I guess I was wrong about that to."
She stalked away from him toward the door.
"Fae! Wait!" he called, racing after her.
She froze in front of the door, her heart rate climbing for the millionth time that morning. She was going to have a heart attack if that didn't stop happening.
"What did you call me?" she whispered, not turning to look at him.
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck and saying, "Well, I know you don't like Elphie, so I came up with Fae. Do you like it?"
Elphaba didn't say anything for a moment, just stood there. Finally she muttered out, "I have to go." and raced out of the library, her black braided hair trailing out behind her.
Fiyero couldn't help imagining how pretty it would've looked loose; almost like a cape…
He sighed again for many reasons and aimed a kick at a nearby bookshelf, resulting in him hopping up and down in pain like a fool. He cursed himself and headed off for his class, his spirits dampened.
Elphaba walked quickly towards her class (even though she still had about 15 minutes before it started) her head down, willing herself not to let tears fall. She would not permit herself to cry. She was stronger than that. But she couldn't ignore the hurt and disappointment tearing at her heart. The one small flame of happiness that had been lit by his nickname for her could not extinguish the anguish.
She had thought Fiyero was better than that. She thought he had looked past the skin and seen her for who she really was.
She stopped outside the class building and leaned against the side of it, sighing in frustration.
Of course, he does think you're Galinda, so he could have been referring to her beauty. the small rational voice in her head said.
"Yes, but he still said what he said, and it still hurt either way. Especially coming from him." She whispered to herself.
"Ugh!" she screamed as fresh frustration washed over her. She needed to find a way to reverse that spell so her life could go back to normal.
She laughed bitterly to herself at the irony as the bell rang. Who would've thought she would ever missed her old life so much.
Okay, so let me know what you think! I proof read it, so if there are any mistakes I'm sorry. I do this while looking at my notebook instead of looking at the screen or the keyboard. :D
Free champagne for anyone who knows what the bookverse in there is.
Oh, and let me know what your New Year's resolutions are! Mine are to finish more chapters faster, get better grades, and spend more time thinking about Wicked. :D
Happy New Year!