AN: GUYS, I AM SO FREAKING PSYCHED! A week from tomorrow, I'm gonna get to see Wicked for the third time, and guess who's playing Fiyeraba? DEE FREAKING ROSCIOLI AND CLIFTON FRICKNG-FRACKING HALL, THAT'S WHO! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THEM BEING IN THE COMPANY THAT COMES TO /MY/ AREA?! OH MY FREAKING OZ, I CAN'T EFFING WAIT, I'M FREAKING OUT HERE! And it's gonna be my dad's first time seeing it, and I can't wait to see Clifton do "Let the green girl go," or Dee's "We can't all come and go by BUBBLE," and I am FREAKING OUT OVER THE VERY THOUGHT OF GETTING TO SEE THEM DO ALYAM! I've been listening to the soundtrack for the past WEEK to get ready, not that I need to refresh my memory or anything, I mean, I know every word to every song backwards and forwards and in my sleep right off the top of my head!
BUT OH MY GOD, IT'S NOT GETTING HERE FAST ENOUGH, YOU GUYS!
Oh, and also, Wicked, unfortunately, doesn't belong to me. If it did, I wouldn't be sitting in history looking at pictures of trench-foot or pretending to write back home like I'm a soldier IN the trenches, and I wouldn't have taken home a fake baby last weekend for my child development class. I'd be backstage at the performances being done at the Gershwin 24/7 and glomping the actors left and right and hanging out with Adam Lambert instead of just having dreams about it.
And yes, I know this chapter's kinda short, but I wanted to share the news, and I was a little stuck, so just bear with me and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can, alright?
OH, and one more thing before I forget! Yes, I know that there's no Shakespeare in Oz, but just pretend, okay? Which reminds me, I also don't own any of the plays mentioned in this chapter, they all belong to the Bard. n_n"
Much love, my pretties!
About a week or two later, Fiyero walked into a second-hand bookshop hoping to find something he could send to his mom for her birthday. She loved old books, so hopefully there would be something in here that she'd like. What he didn't expect to see when he went in was a girl with ebony hair and emerald green skin sitting behind the counter.
"Elphaba?" he said in disbelief. She looked up and smiled when she saw him, marking her place in the book she was holding. "Fiyero, hi!" she said. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for a birthday present for my mom," he said. "She likes musty old books and stuff, I don't know why. What about you?"
"Plotting to overthrow the Wizard," she replied sarcastically. He snorted with laughter. "Working, what does it look like, dummy?"
He decided right then that she had a beautiful smile. She brushed some hair out of her eyes. "I work here part-time," she explained. "I told you I worked, remember?" Fiyero nodded as the memory came to him. "Right, right," he said. "I just didn't realize you worked here, that's all. When you said you worked at a bookstore, I guess I just kind of assumed it was someplace a little more, I dunno..."
"Not dusty and dingy?" she suggested. Fiyero laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, sure," he said. "I guess that works."
Elphaba slid off the stool she was sitting on. "Well," she said, "if your mom's into musty old books, you definitely came to the right place. This is basically where books come to grow mildew and mold. I'll help you find something if you want. Exactly what kind of 'old' are we talking about here?"
"Traditional romantic tragedies, mystery...Anything, really, as far as genre, she just likes the literary masters."
The green girl nodded. "I can relate to that," she said. "And as it just so happens, we just got a bunch of Shakespeare in. Romeo and Juliet, The Tempest, Twelfth Night, A Midsummer Night's Dream, The Merchant of Venice...Any of that sound good? Or does she have those already?" Fiyero thought for a few moments. "What about Hamlet?" he asked. "I mean, she had a copy of it, but it accidentally got knocked into a fireplace at some point in time and she had to get rid of it, and she's been wanting another copy, so if you've got that, it'd be really great, I'd owe you one." Elphaba smiled and motioned for him to follow her. "Just so happens we do have a copy," she said as she led him through the maze of shelves. She stopped at a bookcase against the back wall of the store and ran her finger along the spines of some books. "It should be riiiight...Ah! Here it is."
She turned and handed it to him. "Thanks so much," he said. Elphaba waved it off. "It's nothing, really. What I'm here for. And you know what, just because I know you and you're one of the rare people who doesn't seem to care about my skin and because it's a present for your mom, I'll let you have it discounted, alright?" she said. Fiyero's face lit up in surprise. "Really? Wow, I—You don't have to do that for me, really. I mean, I appreciate the offer, but you really don't have to do that." Elphaba put a hand over his as the got back to the counter. "I want to," she said. When he didn't respond, she pulled her hand away, feeling a bit hastily. "Anyway..."
Neither one of them had missed the spark of electricity when their hands had made contact. It had run through both of their veins, making the small, fine hairs on the back of their necks stand on end. As she worked on punching numbers into the register, Fiyero swallowed a bit nervously. "Um...Elphaba?" he said. She glanced up at him. "Yes?" she asked. Fiyero rubbed the back of his neck, which was a habit he had when his nerves were worked up. "Well," he said, "I was just wondering if maybe, um...maybe...you might possibly be interested in, um...well...getting some coffee or something together some time?"
Elphaba looked up, her rich brown eyes wide and her hand partway outstretched to give him the copy of Hamlet. She blinked a few times to snap herself out of it. "Um...y-yeah...sure, uh...Yeah, I'd love to, that'd be great," she said. "Um...when did you have in mind, exactly?" Fiyero considered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Can you do tomorrow, maybe, I dunno, about...ten-ish in the afternoon?" he asked. Elphaba handed him the book, then grabbed her bag and pulled out a small book, which turned out to be a calender. She nodded. "Yeah, I can do that," she said. "The Rosewood?" Fiyero rolled his eyes. "Um, duh," he said matter-of-factly. "Where else? They've got the best damn coffee in the entire city, no shit we're going to the Rosewood."
"I'm not religious, but I'll give an amen to that!" Elphaba declared.
They both laughed. "I'll see you tomorrow, then," Fiyero said, and Elphaba nodded. "I'll look forward to it," she said. Fiyero grinned. "Me too. I'll see you later."
"Alright. Bye, Fiyero."
After he'd gotten a little ways down the street, Fiyero stopped, looked over his shoulder, and couldn't stop a big grin from breaking out on his face as he let out a whoop of triumph.
AN: Yaaay for that slightly awkward first coffee date and/or the planning thereof! lol. OMIGOSH, okay, I've got a crazy story to tell you guys about something that happened on the Facebook roleplay recently!
Okay, so one of my pages was helping a friend out with something, and there was a crazy guy involved, right? Threatening Jojo's friend, okay? And there's a couple Wicked pages that are doing a crossover thing with Wicked and Catch Me if You Can, and my Fiyero is real good buddies/partners with the Fiyero who's doing the Hanratty role, Fiyero Carl Tiggular, who goes by Carl, and so MY Fiyero goes and gets involved in the craziness with the guy threatening Jojo's friend, right? And Jojo is dating one of Carl's sons, Rob, who is in the process of learning how to shoot a gun, sort of an FBI agent-in-training, and so he comes to help, too, right?
And so, anyway, Fiyero and Rob show up to help, and then Fiyero pulls out his switchblade, and the crazy guy, Cal? Without ANY WARNING, his admin has him SHOOT FIYERO IN THE HEAD. And so Fiyero was dead, which I had never planned on happening! And I was PISSED, because that is MY page, I should decide what happens to him, and I got NO warning, it just HAPPENED, which really made me angry. And so me, Deia (Cal's admin), Rob's admin, and Rose's (Jojo's friend) admin all had to get together and make plans to go back and re-do the whole thing to where Fiyero got to live, and it was CRAZY.
Anyway, I just wanted to share that with you 'cause it was interesting, to say the least.
So, anyway, yeah, I'm gonna go work on the next chapter now while my family and I watch the Blues Brothers and I continue to internally flip out over getting to see Dee and Clifton in a week and a day.