AN: I am SOOOOOOOOO sorry about the wait! If I had an excuse, I'd give to you, but me no has! OH! Guess what? I haven't been horseback riding in what feels like EONS, but today I was FINALLY given the chance to get back on a horse again, and you can bet your sacred Wicked merchandise I got up there! And, guess what else? I rode bareback for the very first time in my life! When I used to ride, I was always on a Western style saddle, I've never ridden in an English, and I'd never done bareback, either, but today I went bareback! It was SO exciting for me! (please be mature about this next part) Since I was sitting basically right on top of the mare's spine (her name was Frosty), my crotch area hurt a little when I got off, and I also discovered that since there's no saddle, there's (obviously) nothing between you and the horse but your jeans (if you're wearing them. my friend i was with had on shorts), and because of that, since both the rider and horse sweat, you're kind of trading sweat with the horse in a way. I'm sorry, I know I'm rambling, it was just so exciting and I had to share it! ON WITH THE DRABBLES!


Her hair, her hair falls perfectly without her tryin'

She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day

Fiyero felt something hit the back of his head and lost his grip on the tree branch he was dangling from. He felt all the air go rushing out of his lungs as he landed flat on his back. He heard laughter and opened his eyes to find Elphaba leaning over him with her hand on her hips. "Are you alright, or should I start making funeral arrangements?" she asked jokingly. Fiyero barely heard what she was saying, though, because he was distracted by the way her hair was falling over her shoulders like liquid ebony silk.

"You have pretty hair," he said somewhat stupidly. She rolled her eyes. "And you have an absolutely lovely cut on your forehead just above your left eye." she replied as she sat down next to him. Fiyero touched the spot she'd indicated and winced. He looked at his hand and saw blood on his fingers. There was a cut.

"Ouch," he said. Elphaba laughed. "Hang on." She took off the apron she was wearing and dipped the corner into the nearby creek, then started to gently dab the cut. He winced when the fabric touched his forehead. "Oh, don't be such a baby, Fiyero!"

"Yes, dear." She smiled. For a few moments, they just sat there, not saying anything. Then Fiyero started grinning like an idiot. "What are you so happy about?" Elphaba asked. He shook his head. "Nothing," he said as he sat up. "I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"How beautiful you are."

AN: I have no idea why I decided to start the chapter with Fiyero dangling from a branch. I just had this sudden idea, like, "why not have somebody climb a tree?" but I couldn't really think of a way to start a drabble for these two particular lines with something like that, so this was my compromise.


Me: Do I own it now?

Elphie: No.

Me: How about now?

Fiyero: *sigh* No, Maggie.


Me: How about now, do I own it NOW?

Glinda: NO, Maggie, you still don't own it!

Me: Oh...Do I own you guys?

All three: No!

Padmalia (OC who has yet to be posted): You own ME!



Me: Do you want the truth?

Mali: Yes.

Me: To be totally honest, it' because you're kinda bit**y.

Mali: *sulks in corner*

Me: Anyway, the point is, I, sadly, do not own Wicked, or any of its characters, nor do I own this awesome song...or Glee...or the episode this song is from...or Finn Hudson...or Kurt Hummel...I DO, however, own the barefoot red-head known as Padmalia, and in case you're wondering, yes, her name is, in fact, based on the name Padme from Star Wars.