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Disclaimer: *groans and glares at the pesky news reporters* For the last time, Spring Awakening is not mine!

Preparations

Wendla Bergman strolled happily down the main street of her hometown. She had reason to be skipping, she had to make the most of it. Fall semesters would be starting soon and she would not be able to do such childish things at her age. But she loved to do them anyway. Also, there was the news that Moritz had recently earned an apprenticeship under the local carpenter. Wendla had been over to visit him once. It wasn't a pleasant visit, the carpenter had quite a temper and would get upset with Moritz over every little mistake. There was also the fact that he hadn't seemed to have a liking for Wendla. In fact, she believed he found her annoying and would constantly avoid looking at her.

"Wendla? Is that you?" a woman's voice asked behind her. Wendla turned to find Frau Gabor.

"Yes, Frau Gabor. It's I," Wendla looked down at Frau Gabor's large bundle of groceries. "May I help you with those?"

"Thank you, Dear," Frau Gabor said, approaching her. She was met halfway by Wendla, who was handed a sack full of bread. Frau Gabor sighed in relief. "I didn't know how I was going to make it home."

"How is Melchior?" Wendla asked.

"Oh, that boy. He's already thinking of another way to change the world. This time it involves some kind of flying contraption," Frau Gabor said with a shrug. "I don't understand half of it, but he seems to know what he's talking about."

"I would have to disagree with you," Wendla said, switching the load of bread from one arm to the other.

"How do you mean?" Frau Gabor asked.

"Melchi has a wild imagination. So if there's anything that he knows how to talk about, it would be something that he doesn't completely comprehend," Wendla answered, giving Frau Gabor a smile. Frau Gabor returned the gesture.

"How did you get to know so much about my son?"

"We've been friends since we were children. I remember whenever we would play in Fairyland, Melchior would always be leading the way. He would have to explain everything that we were seeing, half of it must have been from the top of his head," Wendla said, looking day-dreamily at the road ahead of her. She could see Melchior holding his sword that could vanquish any foe, Moritz with his staff that could cast any spell, and herself with her wand that could give everyone the courage they needed to face their enemies. Then their parents would call them and they would have to put down their sticks and promise to meet each other the next day to start a new adventure.

"Wendla?" Wendla broke from her trance to find Frau Gabor standing at the door to the Gabor home. "Would you like to come in?" Wendla immediately nodded and entered the doorway.

She followed Frau Gabor to the kitchen and set down her sack of bread at the main table. Frau Gabor immediately retrieved the bread, brought it to the cutting table, and began to work on dinner. "Would you like to stay for supper?" Frau Gabor asked.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to intrude-"

"It's no trouble. I've bought too large of a portion of meat, and I would hate to see it spoil," Frau Gabor said as she brought out a rather big portion of meat from another sack. She smiled as she heard Wendla's stomach growl. Wendla found herself blushing.

"All right," Wendla said, covering her red face.

"Splendid. It will be ready in just a minute. Melchior!" Frau Gabor shouted down to one side of the house. Melchior appeared out of one of the rooms and entered the kitchen to find his childhood friend.

"Wendla! How are you?" he asked, immediately breaking out into a smile.

"I'm well. It appears as if I'm staying for supper. I hope you don't mind," Wendla said.

"No, not at all," Melchior said, looking around. "We can go to a different room if you would like to sit down."

"That would be fine," Wendla said. Melchior turned around and motioned for her. Wendla followed him into the sitting room. Melchior walked behind a chair and motioned for Wendla to accept the seat. She did and a few seconds later, Melchior had sat in the seat next to hers.

"So how is Moritz?" Wendla asked after a few seconds of silence had ticked by. A door opening and closing answered her.

"It seems you'll be able to ask him yourself," Melchior said, rising from his seat.

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