Hey hey hey! Did you guys miss me? I know I haven't updated ANYTHING in like the past 2 years, so you guys probably forgot about me… but I decided for old time's sake to write an ending for this supposedly "One-shot", so… here ya go… Enjoy… :)

PS: I may or MAY NOT be updating my others on fanfiction, but I have updated my story on fictionpress, so check it out if you want.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked… sad face… or Boq… even sadder face… :( MOVING ON! :D

Boq rushed offstage as beads of sweat collected along his forehead. He quickly took off his awkward beanie and ran his fingers through his short, prickly hair. He felt an instant rush of adrenaline as he had finished the last chord and the hall erupted with deafening applause. Backstage, the other performers patted him on the back and complimented his playing.

He sat behind the velvet curtain for the rest of the night, looking out into the audience. They liked it, he told himself. They actually liked it! But none of that matters if she didn't…

Once all the acts had finished, Elphaba went to find Boq before the winners were announced.

"Hey! You were great!" she whispered. "Wasn't that fun? Didn't I tell you?"

Boq looked at her warily. "If 'fun' is a word which here means 'scariest thing you've ever done in your life,' then yes, it was very fun!" he squeaked back. Elphaba rolled her eyes and looked out at the stage where the MCs, Crope and Tibbett, were calling the names of 3rd, 2nd, and 1st runner-ups. The three bands walked onstage to received their prize of a cheap plastic trophy and "the feeling of accomplishment," at least that's what it was according to Madame Morrible.

"And the winner of this year's Shiz Academy Talent Show is…" Tibbett said in a suspenseful tone as Crope opened the envelope and announced, "Pfanee and the Pfanettes!"

A shrill squeal was heard somewhere backstage and four extremely made-up clone-like girls ran onstage and Pfanee accepted their prize (which consisted of a real trophy and a $20 gift card to the Shiz Boutique) tearfully. Crope gently ushered them offstage just as she was about to make a speech thanking hundreds of people, which included their fictional "manager".

Boq sighed contently and turned to Elphaba. "Well I didn't win. But it's fine. I think I'll go back to my room now," he said calmly as he picked us his guitar.

"Oh wait!" Elphaba called as he opened the stage door to go. "I have a message from an anonymous source for you to meet someone by the big oak tree in an hour…" she smiled slyly and raised an eyebrow.

"What? Who? It better not be Avaric making fun of me and locking me out of the building… again…" he whimpered.

"No, it's not Av. Just be there, trust me, you won't regret it," she reassured him.

Boq wrapped his small, threadbare blazor around himself as a cool rush of autumn air nipped at his heels. The enormous oak towered over the Munchkin and cast a strange shadow over the entire campus. He sighed and sat on a bench below the tree's threatening branches.

Who would want to meet me this late at night? He thought to himself. What if it's a murderer? Or a mugger? Or what if Fiyero's mad that I wrote a song for his girlfriend? But he then reminded himself that Fiyero wasn't the jealous type, nor was he the violent type. And besides, he reassured himself. He's definitely head-over-heels crazy in love with Elphie. He can never take his eyes off her. But if it's none of them, then who could it be?

"Boq?" a small voice called his name. He whipped around to see Galinda walking towards him slowly in a trance-like state. He stood up, a little too quickly, stumbling as he did, and waved awkwardly at her.

"H-hi, M-miss Galinda," he managed.

"Hi, Boq," she said back. There was silence except for the clicking of her heels against the pavement. Even when she reached him and they stood only ten inches from each other, neither spoke. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of staring into each other's eyes, she broke the silence.

"Um, Boq?" she stammered. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," he answered, fighting off the powerful urge to reach for her had.

Galinda took a deep breath. "Did you really mean what you said in your song?" Boq suddenly panicked. Oh no! he thought. She didn't like it! She's going to say that she just wasn't to be friends or something! What do I do? What do I do? He stammered and stuttered, searching for something to say. But despite his complex thought process, his gut feeling and big mouth betrayed him, and he blurted out, "Every word."

Galinda, however, did not seem phased by his declaration. She simply stared at him blankly. This scared Boq, as he was unable to read her emotions usually radiating from her pale, blue eyes. Suddenly she grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards her in a kiss. Boq felt his heart skip about twenty beats and his entire body stiffened.

But as she wrapped her arms around his neck, he relaxed instantly and held her by her waist. Eventually, she pulled away and looked at him. Boq had entered a strange euphoric state and gazed back at her.

"I take it this means you like the song then, huh?" he said, panting. She laughed slightly and smiled, glancing at her pink, diamond-studded watch.

"Oh no!" she gasped. "It's past midnight! I need to get my beauty sleep!" She started to collect her sweater and bag when Boq grabbed her hand.

"Wait!" he whispered. "When can I see you again?"

Galinda giggled. "Oh Boq, we literally see each other every day!"

"No… I mean… see you," he said solemnly. She looked back at him and said, "Same time, same place?"

He simply nodded, but suddenly cried to her, "I love you!" and clamped his mouth shut. Luckily, he didn't think she heard him, so he smiled giddily and began his walk back to his room to be occupied by sweet, Galinda-filled dreams.

"So how'd it go?" Elphaba asked as Galinda tried to sneak back into their room.

"What? How'd what go I don't know what you're talking about," she blurted out. Elphaba put down her book and took off her glasses, an obvious warning whenever she wasn't buying a lie.

"Oh please! I knew what you were planning when you gave me that message! You two might not ever admit it, but I know what you were doing that whole time, and that's good enough for me. Goodnight," she said as she turned her lamp off and burrowed into the grey sheets that covered her head.

Galinda stood there, shocked. How did she know? She thought, but then she chuckled to herself. Haha! Oh yeah! Duh! Elphie knows everything!"

She slipped into her nightgown and fought her way into bed with layers of thick, frilly sheets and blankets. As she slowly drifted into a contented sleep, she could still hear Boq's song playing in the back of her mind. She smiled and fell asleep.

Well? Is that what you had in mind for an ending? Or did I just screw up again? Well just review and I'm gonna go cuz now I feel sick… so bye… bleh… :(