Okay, I know we shouldn't be starting another story when I haven't finished the ones I started, but hey !we're wicked!

So, this is a story that I daydreamed about in my B-O-R-I-N-G math class, but…

I hope you enjoy! And yes I will continue The Behind The Curtain series.

Thank you TheWitch'sDorothy for helping me!

Happy reading!

Elphaba dangled her feet into the pond, digging her nails into the orange's peel. Fiyero sat beside her, fishing.

The two ten-year-olds hoped one day that they could swim in the pond, but Elphaba's father said they couldn't, since it was Fiyero who could get hurt.

Elphaba didn't mind her father very much. If she stayed away from him, he stayed away from her. Just like bees. You wouldn't get stung if you were careful.

"So tomorrow I move," Fiyero said, breaking the silence.

"I wish you didn't go," Elphaba whispered. "I wish you weren't a prince." She took a bite out of her peeled orange, the juice dribbling down her overalls.

"I wished that, too," Fiyero said, watching Elphaba eat. "I wished that Vinkus could find somebody else."

"No, you don't," Elphaba said. "you like being a prince. You like the servants, the luxury, the feasts…"

"…And the studying, the touring, the classes, the princesses swarming all around you…" Fiyero rolled his eyes. "It's hard for that part. I really don't want to move. You're my best friend."

Elphaba's orange suddenly tasted bitter. Fiyero thought she was his friend? He was a whole year, three months, 24 days, and 34 seconds older than her. She remembered when they figured this out. It was a high moment of pride for Fiyero. He stood and proclaimed that he was the best boy in all of Oz.

"If you'd say that, I'm the best girl in Oz."

"You can't be. Galinda, who lives down the street, is better than you."

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is NOT!"

"Is TOO!"

It hurt Elphaba's feelings, but it was true. She had then formed a irrelevant rivalry with young Galinda Upland. She was so blonde, but Fiyero liked her. Elphaba, remembering all of this, was glad he was moving. Well...for the moment.

"So," Fiyero said, snapping her out of her thoughts.

Elphaba continued to stare at her orange as if it had grown an arm.

"Hey, are you okay?" Fiyero nudged her arm.

"Uh…yeah?" Elphaba said blankly.

Fiyero grinned. "c'mon, cheer up. I'll still write." He looked up as his mother called his name. "I'll race you to my house."

Elphaba grinned back. "done."

The ran over across the street, and Elphaba won, of course. She always did. And the same conversation came after.

"No fair! You're a girl!"

"Doesn't matter!"

Then Fiyero smiled, just the same as always, and went inside the house.

But the problem was, Elphaba knew it wasn't going to be the same once he left.

Not the same at all.

She went home to hear her baby brother crying. Normally, she would have tried to help, but she only frightened him even more, so she left Nessa to it.

She went to her room and pulled out her favorite books. They normally soothed her, but now it was different. Tomorrow, her best friend would leave.

Then Nanny would tell her to find a new friend on the block—she was hinting at Galinda, but that wouldn't happen—and then Elphaba would be left all alone.

Just two days ago, Fiyero's parents had told him they were moving back to Vinkus where he could live and get used to. Then, he would be crowned king when he grew up.

Did Fiyero really not want to move? Was Elphaba really his friend?

She remembered when they first met.

The moving truck pulled into the driveway of the house across from thiers, and Nanny and Frex went over to see who moved in. Nessa wheeled out with Shell in her lap, and Elphaba stayed inside, of course.

A woman and a man came out—both looked in their early thirties, with lavish clothes. The thropp family bowed, realizing something.

Elphaba, watching from her window, decided to go down herself.

Opening the front door, she caught a glimpse of a boy her age, kissing Nessa's hand.

Even from behind her, and all the way across the street, Elphaba could see Nessa's ears and neck go completely red.

Elphaba saw that the boy was handsome, with a playful grin and locks of golden waves, but she didn't get her hopes up.

She never did. She knew she'd never find anyone.

But she went across the street, finally getting nervous and turning around, but then she heard, "And who's this young lady?"

And she had to stay.

So she introduced herself, ingoring Frex and the boy, who stared at her, and was taken in warmly.

"How old are you, miss?" the man smiled.

"Nine," Elphaba said.

"Why, that's Fiyero's age!" the woman said. "Fifi, come here. This little girl's your age!"

the boy shuffled forward.

"Well, then, boy, say hello!" his father said. "go on, I'm sure she doesn't bite."

The boy looked at his father worriedly.

"Fiyero," his mother said sternly. "say hello."

The boy looked down at the ground.

"Um, that's okay," Elphaba said, stepping back. "he doesn't need—"

Fiyero stepped forward quickly and kissed Elphaba's hand.

Elphaba stood there, glued to the spot, perplexed. Nessa giggled, and Elphaba noticed how hot her face felt.

She hoped it didn't show.

Elphaba snapped out of her thoughts, realizing that she'd been staring at at a page in her book for a while now.

Nanny was calling her to dinner.

"Fiyero's moving tomorrow morning," Elphaba said sadly at the table.

"What?" Nessarose said with concern.

"Baga?" Shell asked, sensing something was wrong. He banged his bottle on his high chair.

"I thought his name was Fifi," Nanny said. She was getting old, and didn't really remember things.

Elphaba smothered a smile. "No, Nanny, it's Fiyero. Fifi's his nickname."

"What in Oz? Fifi? Is he a dog?"

"No, Nanny," Nessarose said, not kepping the laughter out of her voice. "he's a person."

"FREX?" Nanny yelled across the table. "Why would a dog be moving?"

"Nanny, it's a person, not a dog."

"But you said it was Fifi." Nanny got up and left the room, shouting, "Here Fifi, Fifi! Come here, puppy! You don't need to move!"

Frex buried his head in his hands as his daughters giggled.

Shell continued to gabber in his own language.

"Nessa?" Elphaba said, twirling her finger in the air as both girls lay in bed. Neither one could sleep. There would be no more Fiyero.

No more Fiyero.

The thought seemed inbearable.

"Yes," Nessa replied. Her voice seemed choked. Elphaba got up and patted her arm.

"I'm going to miss him, too."

Nessa smiled at her sister.

"Nobody is going to miss him more than you."

Elphaba looked down. "I know it," she said. "but he promised he'd write."

"Well, that's good." Nessa said. "and maybe someday he'll come down to visit us."

Maybe. Someday. Visit. Write. The words seemed terrible.

Fiyero lay in his bed just across the street, thinking of just two people.

Galinda. She'd brought him flowers the other day, told him how sad she was when she heard he was moving. But there was something odd about her…she seemed so crazy, yet in an innocent way.

Elphaba. His best friend. He hoped she would come down to say goodbye to him. Well, of course she would! Friends don't leave friends behind.

The next morning, she did come down. And gave him the longest hug.

He could feel her shoulders shaking.

"Don't cry," he whispered. "it's not worth all that."

She nodded, and then he smiled and teasingly gave her a kiss on her hand. He said goodbye to the others.

And then she was wheeling Nessa, with Shell in her lap, down the street, waving to her best friend as the carriage turned the corner.

And that was it.

He was gone.

Don't forget me! Elphaba pleaded in her mind. Please, Fiyero. I'll do anything, be anything, just don't forget me!

Don't forget…

But, sadly, the world isn't always as perfect as it may seem, and certain people forget.