First off, I apologize dearly for the wait. School has gotten very hectic, I'm once again starting up making dolls for the Renaissance Faire I work at, and the fact that we had a death in the family recently shot my motivation to hell.

But it's better now, and I thank you guys for not flaming me when I went on my hiatus, like people did on my old account. You guys are awesome, all of you.

And, as always, thanks to Elphaba'sGirl, Melanie, RavenCurls, gothicbutterfly95 and Muffinsweep11 for the reviews. I'm truly grateful. (And thank you Muffinsweep11 for reminding me I had this pending, I almost forgot about it. w)

Enjoy~

"… You really want to know?" Elphaba murmured, looking Fiyero in the eyes, trying to see if he was tricking her. No one cared, no one ever wanted to know her side of the story, she couldn't possibly fathom why this boy did. "Yes, yes I really want to know, Elphaba…," Fiyero pleaded, smiling softly, as to try and reassure he that he was sincere.

"Well, it's complicated…," she whispered, looking away.

"Alright then," Fiyero soothed, "How about you tell me a little bit about yourself first. Is that alright?" Elphaba gazed at him, almost unbelievingly. This had to be a joke, she thought. Fiyero could tell she was uncertain, so he tried to start her off. "You said your last name was Thropp, right? Like, Frexspar Thropp's daughter, or am I wrong?"

"His oldest daughter, I have a younger sister named Nessarose," Elphaba stated. "But if she's younger, then shouldn't you be the… wait, don't answer that. I think I get why," Fiyero corrected, looking away. Elphaba just scoffed, "She would have been the Governess of Munchkinland whether I was the Wicked Witch or not." "But… why?" Fiyero asked.

"Because my father hated me—with good reason, actually."

Fiyero glared, "If you say it's because you're green, all I can say is that it's most certainly not a good reason, Elphaba."

The girl blinked, honestly surprised as his words, but then she corrected him, "It's because if I hadn't been born green, my mother would never had needed to chew milk flowers to prevent Nessa from being green, my sister wouldn't have been born prematurely and she wouldn't be crippled… and my mother would have woken up."

Fiyero couldn't find the words to say. He was shocked at the twisted logic that the late governor had used to find an excuse to hate her. Who would say something like that?

"I… I'm so sorry, Elphaba."

"Don't be," she shrugged, "it's true." "No it isn't!" Fiyero snapped, staring at her, "It's the milk flowers fault! Not yours…"

"Can we change the subject, please?"

Fiyero sighed, "Fine… is why you're wicked okay, or is it a bad time to be asking?"

"It's fine," Elphaba shrugged," And it's simple, really. I defied the Wizard—I didn't want to go along with him discriminating the Animals, so I took the Grimmerie and ran… well, flew, really."

Fiyero tilted his head, "Come again?"

The girl let out a small laugh, "My broom. I had to cast a levitation spell on his monkey servant Chistery, and it caused him to grow wings. Turns out, the spell had affected all the other monkeys in cages, too. The Wizard said they'd be good spies, and turns out, he was the one behind the Animals never speaking. So, I ran up to the cellar and tried to cast the spell on myself, although it instead made the broom I had used to barricade the door with." She closed her eyes to remember it, a small smile forming on her lips, "You should have seen Glinda, she was freaking out so bad."

"Wait, Glinda, as in Glinda Uppland!?" Fiyero gawked, his eyes widening.

"Of the Upper Upplands," Elphaba mocked, in a high, somewhat irritating voice.

"Why didn't she tell me…?" Fiyero muttered. "You know her?" Elphaba asked. "She's been my girlfriend since back at Shiz."

"Oh," she responded, not exactly surprised. Everyone knew Glinda. Everyone loved Glinda. It was just how things went. "Did you ever attend Shiz?" Fiyero questions. "Yeah, my first year was when my sister was finally old enough to go. I only went to watch after her… were you at Shiz?"

"Nope," Fiyero shrugged. "What university did you go to, then?"

"… None. I was homeschooled."

Elphaba blinked, "Why?"

"I'm… well… the soon to be King of the Vinkus…?"

Elphaba's jaw fell, "You mean the one that can't take school seriously and has a reputation of being a womanizer?"

"No no, it's not like that! I mean, it is, but there's a reason!"Fiyero protested.

She scoffed, "Okay then. Now it's your turn to explain yourself, Fiyero."