2nd night we're running:
Seemingly Random Girl (SRG): *jumps out of car that just pulled up at the side of the school and runs for the door, catching it just as it closes behind Travis, then darting behind a corner to hide, then starts glancing around*
Me: *is walking around wearing the navy blue Ozdust dress that Elphie always has on under her uniform, along with one sock, my green makeup only half way finished, my braid coming undone, and the wireframe glasses crooked and about to fall off my nose*
SRG (whispering): Pssst! Maggie!
Me: *stops trying to pull sock back up and looks around*
Me: *sees SRG and gasps* Gracie!
Gracie: Shh! *glances around, then motions for me to come over*
Me: *is majorly confused, but obeys anyway*
Gracie: Nobody can know I'm back here!
Gracie: Shh! Lower your voice before someone hears you!
Me (whispering): Why can't anyone know you're back here?
Gracie: This is backstage! It's off limits to me because I'm not an actor!
Me: Ushers are allowed back here.
Gracie: I'm not an usher, either.
Me: Aw, jeezum, Gracie, chillax, would ya? *grabs her hand* You're my friend, we can just say that I'm giving you a backstage tour or something. *drags her into Ferman's room where all the make-up and stuff is*
MJ & Travis: *run over and corner me*
MJ: Maggie, tell Travis he's being stupid!
Travis: Me? You're the one being stupid! Come on, smack him or something, Mags!
Me: ...Okay, so what exactly am I missing here?
Travis: Look at the costume he's wearing!
Me: *glances at MJ* ...Yeah, so? I don't see the big deal, it's just the Sacred Outfit of Se-*lightbulb* OOOOOOOOH, I see!
Travis: Right. My point exactly.
MJ: He lost his claim to Fiyero last night when he didn't show up.
Travis: Um, excuse me, but were you the one who spent countless weeks being forced against his will to make out with someone who is not his girlfriend? NO, you weren't. That was me.
Me: Woah woah, hold up a second. *gets closer to Travis and looks up at him* Travis, are you...Are you saying that you...don't like kissing me?
Travis: Huh? Wha-No! No, that's not what I'm saying! It's just-
Me: Just what?
Travis: Just that...Uh...J-Just that kissing you didn't exactly feel...How should I put this?...It didn't exactly feel...right.
Me: So I'm a bad kisser, is that it?
Travis: Uh...W-Well, I, uh...
MJ: I don't think you're a bad kisser, Maggie. I think you kiss great.
Me: Thank you, MJ. *to Travis* Well, I guess that solves that little problem, doesn't it? *grabs Gracie's wrist and walks off with MJ to finish getting ready*
Fiyero: Dude, I saw the whole thing. *smacks him* YOU FREAKING IDIOT! YOU JUST MADE YOURSELF LOOK LIKE A TOTAL MORON, WHICH MEANS THAT NOW I LOOK LIKE A TOTAL MORON, WHICH IS COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE! HOW DARE YOU, TRAVIS? I THOUGHT I COULD TRUST YOU! I THOUGHT-
Travis: *passes out from shock*
Fiyero: *looks at him for a minute, then shrugs and goes off in search of Elphie for some snogging*
AN: I own nothing and nobody but myself. Gracie is the incarnation of my friend Twicked, who asked if she could appear and gave me three names that I could choose from to have her go by. Gracie is the name of the character in her school's upcoming play that she's auditioning for and wants to get really REALLY badly. This chapter is the grand finale, and I hope that everyone enjoyed this!
PS: As a totally unreleated side note, who noticed that I changed my username without me having to mention it, and don't you guys love my new one?