Author's Note: Hi everyone! This is my first published FanFiction, reviews are welcome! I have the next few chapters written, they just need some editing. Expect the next chapter by later on today. This is meant to be sort of light-hearted. Pairings are Musical based, but there are Book references regarding characters later on. -JNCR
Disclaimer: Wicked does not belong to me, the Book belongs to Gregory Maguire and the Musical belongs to Stephan Schwartz and Winnie Holzman.
Galinda walked arm in arm with her boyfriend Fiyero. She was happy this morning. It was almost Lurlinemas, which meant she would get to see her mother and father soon and there were no classes at Shiz for almost four weeks. Four whole weeks of pristine winter break. Oz, Galinda loved Lurlinemas.
Her blonde curls bounced perfectly. Everything about her was perfect. That's what Fiyero had thought made them perfect for each other. But, he had to admit, maybe perfect was not what he was looking for. I mean Galinda was beautiful, perfect hair, nice features, eyes blue enough to rival his own. The only thing missing was a proper mind. Sure, she wasn't an airhead or anything, but she cared far too much about looks and how she appeared to others.
Fiyero once cared about only looks and partying, but lately, things had changed. Well, not completely, but he was definitely having more perspective on life nowadays.
He guessed his parents were to blame, wanting him to attend classes at Shiz and live in the dorm with the other boys in Briscoe Hall. He learned a lot about life by living with boys from all different walks of it. And especially Galinda made him different. Maybe Fiyero wanted more than someone who would make the Vinkus look better. More than someone he could just tolerate for the rest of his life. Maybe he didn't want to spend the time he had left with Galinda and her bouncy curls.
There was someone else. That was the problem.
Elphaba. Galinda's roommate.
Elphaba was not a normal young woman, and Galinda would be the first to tell you. She enjoyed her own company, and shut herself in their dormitory room all of the time, reading anything she could get her verdant hands on until very late in the evening, or early in the morning. She had long black hair that was always braided, no matter what Galinda did or said to persuade her. And she was, well… green. Her hands were literally verdant.
Galinda was not one to tell anyone about Elphaba being her friend, or roommate, until they asked or Elphaba made herself known to them. That was exactly what was about to happen this chilly morning. Fiyero would not have even know the girl existed if not for this one day…
The pair walked across the town square, and sat at a coffee shop called The Dear Diamond. This was Galinda's favorite café because they keep heated lamps shaped sort of like umbrellas out on the terrace all year round, so even this chilly morning they could eat outside comfortably. Fiyero pulled out Galinda's chair, and she fixed her pink skirts to sit properly. He sat down across from her.
"Did Avaric say he would be coming?" Galinda asked, as Fiyero unfolded his napkin.
"He said he would do his best to make it," was his reply as he looked up, "but he's leaving this afternoon to return to his family for Lurlinemas." Why did she care about Avaric?
"Ah, well, that's very nice," Galinda said, with a fake quality to her voice. There was almost a shrill quality about it that made him cringe. Fiyero hated how she would act when they were in public, forcing him to talk only about what she deemed appropriate.
She changed the subject. Surprise.
"How are your classes at Shiz going?" she asked politely.
"Ah, well enough," he admitted.
"Do you know!" she almost shouted in excitement, her fist pounding the table. She looked around, shocked at her own actions, then lowered her voice to an appropriate tone and continued, "I heard they were going to start having classes where both girls and boys would attend the same lectures, in the same hall, at the same time?"
"Yes, it's called co-education," a voice from above them answered. Both Fiyero and Galinda looked upward, but it was Galinda's face that turned bright red when she recognized the girl. Fiyero used his hand to shade his face from the sunlight to be sure he was seeing correctly. Was she... green? No, it must simply be a trick of the light.
"Dearest Elphie," she said softly, "fancy seeing you here."
"Yes, Miss Galinda," the green girl replied sarcastically, "I saw you dining with lover boy here, and I thought I would drop in for a spot of tea." The final three words were said in a false, pompous accent. She sounded almost like Madame Morrible. Fiyero snickered under his breath. Galinda shot him a look and he corrected his behavior. The girl smirked.
"Please, join us, Miss…" Fiyero began, as he stood and pulled out a chair for Galinda's guest.
"Elphaba," she replied, "And I can pull my chair out for myself, but thank you, Prince Charming."
Fiyero had no idea what to make of this girl, who was clearly different from the rest. After all, she was dressed completely in black, only removing her black hood after she had sat down at their table. It was then he realized, with a shock, Elphaba really was green. It didn't bother him, but it did make him curious. Her features were pointed, but she was beautiful, in her own way.
"So, Miss Elphaba," Fiyero began in an attempt to break the silence, "do you, uh, attend class at Shiz?"
"Why, this is rather funny, isn't it?" Elphaba said lightly, "Galinda, you haven't told your Prince about me?"
"Elphie, please," Galinda began, looking down at her lap.
"Master Fiyero, I'm her roommate." Elphaba stated.
"How did you come to know my name?" He asked, after he realized why Galinda hadn't explained her rooming situation before. She was embarrassed.
"Galinda talks," she said simply, "sometimes too much in my opinion."
Galinda cast her eyes down to her napkin, and Fiyero was choking back laughter, his right hand balled into a fist at his mouth. Elphaba simply smirked again. Fiyero knew from that moment that he would get along famously with this girl.