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This was it: the event she had been waiting for all week. Galinda could hardly suppress her excitement and – yes, she had to admit it – fear. Fear that her Plan would fail along with Boq’s possible feelings for her. However, it wasn’t as if she did not possess any feeling-inducing qualities, for she knew she possessed quite many of those. Her good looks, for example. Still, there was nothing she could do to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

Galinda opened the door to Boq’s room and entered as inconspicuously as possible (it wouldn’t do to have a girl in a boy’s dorm, and she wasn’t fond of negative attention), checking first to ensure that both Boq and Grefin were out of the room as planned. She then went into their bathroom to do some last minute touch-ups on her hair and make-up. Once she was more than satisfied with her appearance (“Oh Galinda, your lips look simply ravishing in that Strawberry Cake-scented lip gloss you have on, and your eye shadow brings out every single blue speck in your eyes – you are sexalicious, Galinda dear, oh yes you are.”), she stepped back out into the room and was about to finally launch The Plan when she heard a knock on the door.

“Booooq?” a female voice called out, her pronunciation having a greater resemblance to a chicken squawk than a name. “Boq, you horrendible boy, I have not received your apology letter and I daresay it’s long past due. I told you you’d better give it to me or I would become very angry, and that’s exactly what I am now. In fact, one might say I am seething, or furious, or fuming, or irate, or infuriated, or – oh, what does it matter, you probably don’t care how pissed I am at you. You didn’t care when I ran out of the theatre crying, so I don’t know why I’m standing outside your door like this. Actually, I do: I want my letter of apology, and I want it now. I know you’re in there!”

Throughout Lilli’s entire spiel Galinda stood silent and motionless, not wanting to let on that someone was inside, and remained that way for awhile as Lilli continued to rant on and on about her anger.

“Fine, if you want to ignore me, go ahead and do so. Just remember you have an enemy now.” Lilli waited a few clock ticks before concluding, “I guess you’re really not there then. All right, I’m leaving. Goodbye, Boq.”

Galinda breathed a sigh of relief. She had successfully overcome her first obstacle, and she hoped that set the precedence for the remainder of her Plan.

Feeling particularly pleased with herself, Galinda decided there would be no harm in spending a few minutes to apply the detective skills she had learned from those library textbooks to a real-life situation. Not that she remembered any. What she was really doing could be classified as snooping around, though Galinda considered that practice to be beneath her.

It didn’t take her long to figure that the neater side of the room was probably Boq’s, but what settled the decision was the fact that one bed was a foot shorter than the other. Galinda threw herself onto his bed and buried her face in his pillow, and breathed in the lovely, manly scent of…body odor. Oh, how gross. She retrieved a bottle of Eau Irresistible from her purse and sprayed the perfume all over his linens.

Galinda then moved on to her next order of business: his desk. She rummaged first though the papers on his desktop (mostly schoolwork), then through his drawers (mostly letters from his family – and schoolwork), and finally through the shelves on top of his desk (even more schoolwork). There was nothing about her: no half-written love letters, no ripped out diary entries, not even the love note she’d sent him. However, she refused to give up.

…And she didn’t need to.

For there, on top of the adjacent dresser, was a small chest labeled Galinda in a neat cursive with multiple hearts surrounding her name. She smiled – there was no way he didn’t love her. With this substantial piece of evidence, how could he not?

It didn’t take Galinda long to find the key, taped on the underside of the box. She thrust the key in the lock and turned it, and with a click it opened. Nearly bursting with excitement, she plunged her hand into the multitude of notes, drawings, and poems, and took one out.

Great
Awesome
Lovely
Intelligent
Not ugly
Delightful
Always cool

She couldn’t help but smile to herself. He cared that much to write a poem about her? It was…oh, it was beautiful, with words of such eloquence that she had to wipe away a lone tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. Another one, she had to read another one.

There once was a lady named Galinda,
Who was very full of splendor-a.
By fine Boq she was loved,

And then came the turtle dove,
Who granted them peace from the Nessa.

Oh, sweet Oz, this was the best day of her life. He was such a good writer! Not only did she have a boyfriend who was totally cute and manly, but one that put the Oziad’s author to shame as well.

She withdrew a torn piece of rose-scented parchment.

Dear Diary,
I saw Galinda again today. She is such a wild thing, she makes my heart sing.
You know, last night I had a dream. I found myself in a wonderful land called Galinda-loves-Boq Land. I was all hot because I was thinking about Galinda, my – well, that’s personal information, and I was ecstatic. Then, out of the heavens, came Galinda the Great. She said, “I’m in love with you, Boq.”
And then I woke up.
Now I keep a single flaxen curl I found on the floor by her seat under my pillow at all times-

Was she to laugh or recoil in disgust at this?

-to always keep her in my memory. Always.
Not that I need much help.
Oh, and another thing: why does that goshdarn Nessarose always have to interrupt a Moment between Galinda and I? I was just about to walk up to her the other day when that stupid girl came rolling up in her Nessawheel.
LEAVE ME AND MY WOMAN THE FLYING FREAK ALONE, NESSA.
Sincerely,
Boq

Wow. That was one of the most touching – and oddest – notes she had ever read about herself. He cared about her…he really cared about her, which was sweet, but at the same time it was a total turnoff. Come to think of it, it had always been a total turnoff, hadn’t it? And if one really came to think of it, what had changed about Boq since the publication of the magazine article about …oh, yeah.

Caz Frone.

All doubts were thrown aside as Galinda remembered the reason why Boq had become so popular so abruptly. She could learn to accept him for who he was, couldn’t she? Perhaps she could even change some of habits to mold him into an almost-Caz Frone and hire an agent, or give him a makeover and take him shopping, or –

“I – think – it’s – safe – to – go – in – side – now.”

“And why wouldn’t it be?”

Galinda took a sharp intake of breath as she heard right outside the door a pair of voices that sounded distinctly like Grefin’s and Boq’s.

“Who knows, there could be someone in – side – our – room.”

She heard the doorknob jiggle slightly and realized that Grefin was testing it to see if it was locked – and it wasn’t. Hopefully he would be able to give her a few minutes to finish up.

“Stop being ridiculous, there’s no way that could happen unless one kept the door unlocked or they gave away their key. You didn’t happen to do any of that, did you?”

Galinda shut the lid before placing the key back under the small chest and finally, finally launching The Plan.

“Noooo. Listen, I – oh! I forgot, I saw a pfenix outside earlier today, and I wanted to show it to you.”

“A pfenix? Here, on a college campus? That’s crazy, Grefin, and I’m sure it would be long gone by now.”

“You never know, it could–”

“Open the damn door.”

As she closed the door to Boq’s closet behind her (those lucky boys, they each got a closet of their own), Galinda breathed in the overwhelming combination of unwashed socks, half-eaten lunches long since unfinished, and – oh Oz, was that a dead mouse over there in the corner? She suppressed the urge to cough (or vomit) and placed a tube of Lip Smackin’ Pink lip gloss from her purse right under her nose, using it as an air freshener. Galinda managed to find a place to sit after quietly clearing away a pile of clothes just as they walked through the door. It was uncomfortable, yes, but if all went as planned the end result would be well worth her initial discomfort.

Oh, she could picture it now…He would open the closet door in search for his nightclothes, but would instead find an even better nighttime accessory: Galinda. Galinda looking her finest. Her breathtaking beauty would cause him to forget all about those nightclothes and he’d take her in his arms and kiss her and then he’d bring her to his bed and they would have the best night of their lives and–

“Sweet Oz, what is that smell?” Grefin said. “It’s like a pack of girls invaded our room – I mean, well, you know. Hypothetically.”

“What smell?” A pause. “Oh, that strawberry-ish one? It’s not so bad,” Boq said. Galinda smiled.

“If you consider Morrible’s early morning breath to be not so bad, then no, our room doesn’t smell so bad at all.”

Boq laughed. “Seriously now, why does our room smell like a gi–?”

“Speaking of girls, has Lilli given up yet?”

“No, not really. You want to know something weird, though? I ran into her on my way up here and she gave me the oddest look and then yelled at me for sneaking out of my room. First of all, the only way to leave one’s room is through the front door; exiting through the window is near impossible, although I doubt it hasn’t been done before. Secondly, I haven’t been in my room since this morning. Isn’t that strange?”

“Uh, well, we’re talking about Lilli. She’s…weird?” Grefin said, with a trace of nervousness heard only by Galinda.

“True,” he said, and a few minutes of silence elapsed before he spoke again. “Uh…Grefin? What are you doing?”

“Wha-what? Oh, nothing, I was just, uh, seeing if our room had changed in any way. You know, since there was a weird smell in here, we might have had an intrud – I mean, well, my neck needed exercise. You know how it is.”

Galinda silently clapped a hand to her forehand in frustration. Had Grefin ever heard of subtlety? Or inconspicu-whatever? In other words, not letting on that something was indeed awry?

“No I don’t, but that’s all right. Listen, it’s been a long day and I’m about ready to fall asleep right now.”

“Are you? Well, if you are, I might as well do the same. It’s not like there’s anything at all to do.”

“Exactly.”

Galinda’s heart leapt to her throat as she realized what this meant: that Boq was going to bed now, that in a few minutes he would open the closet door, that in a few minutes The Plan would fully come to life

“Grefin, where’d I put my nightclothes?”

“Under your pillow.”

“Oh. Thanks.”

Galinda’s jaw dropped. This was a problem. A big, big problem. Oh, she had to get out of here before dark, or…or…or she’d be stuck here all night. All night long. In a closet with a dead mouse.

“Good night, Grefin.”

“Good night, Boq.”

The lights shut off, leaving Galinda all alone in the darkness of the closet.

Good night, Galinda.