A/N: Silly. I have no other comment : D


Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, Fiyero thought to himself, using it as a mantra. He had no idea what it meant, but it gave him strength anyway. He was leaning against the brick of the science building. Waiting to sting.

No, not sting! He thought, interrupting his chant. I have to be sweet, but I have to be strong and confident at the same time. Float like a butterfly, sting—

Elphaba exited the building then, gliding as if she were an angel. And, to Fiyero, she was. He was so lost in the beauty that was Elphaba that he had forgotten his mission completely. He was completely speechless when she approached him.

"What are doing skulking around here? I thought you avoided all things scholastic."

"Bees?" Fiyero said, his mantra becoming his own personal kiss of death.

Elphaba rolled her eyes. She floated away from him, and Fiyero suppressed a whimper at his bad luck and faulty brain.