Note: I DO NOT OWN WICKED (THOUGH I WISH I DID) AND THIS IS JUST A FANFIC.
Please, R&R and enjoy!
Elphaba looked up from her book, her huge army boots hanging off the edge of her bed. Galinda was up to something, she could hear that. A brush combed through the gold hair that was atop the popular girls' head. Elphaba gave a slight sigh and went back to reading her book.
"What in the world are you reading?" Galinda looked over at the green girl, who had a huge brown book in her hands.
"If you really must know, it's the whole version of the study…" Elphaba started.
"Oh, nevermind." Galinda sighed, looking in the mirror to make sure her hair was perfect. "Oh, there's a strand." She pulled at a stray hair on her neck.
"Oh, yeah, there's another. And another." Elphaba said sarcastically to the young vain girl in the mirror.
"Huh? I don't see any." Galinda pondered around for stray hairs on her head for the missing strands. Then, she realized her roommate was kidding her. "Elphie, stop! That's not funny! This is really serious! Fiyero is taking me dancing tonight at the Ozdust Ballroom again, but this time, we'll be alone." Galinda bounced with excitement at the thought.
"How amazing for you! Though I can't say I envy you." Elphaba tried to act nonchalant when talking about the Winkie Prince. But ever since that one night, she couldn't help but think of him at every waking moment. But if Galinda found out, she absolutely would hate her. Still, tomorrow she was leaving to go to the Emerald City to see the Wizard and she would be away from Fiyero and Galinda.
"Well you should! Really Elphie, I sometimes wonder if you're even female. I mean Fiyero for goodness sake! He is just so scandalacious!" Galinda was talking so fondly of the boy, that Elphaba had to smile as well with her best friend.
"Whatever you say Galinda." Elphaba continued reading her book, but then she couldn't resist asking, "Hey Galinda?"
"Hmm?" Galinda had her pretty pink tongue out to the left side of her mouth as she tried getting the curls exactly right with her finger.
"What does it take…I mean, what do you have to be to be…" Elphaba hated the new word. "'Scandalacious?'" It wasn't that Elphaba didn't know; she just wanted to hear Galinda's point of view on the word.
"Well, now that you ask…" Galinda stopped from her hair and turned to face the green girl, as if Elphaba had asked the most important question in Oz. But then again, for Galinda, that would probably be: 'What are the newest fall fashions?' "I guess to be scandalacious, one would have to be beautiful, very popular, and experienced." Galinda giggled, but when Elphaba didn't seem to get it, Galinda continued. "A very good example is me. And of course, Fiyero. I mean, he's a prince. A real prince!"
Galinda seemed elated at the fact that she would be marrying a prince. Since of course, that would make her a princess.
Elphaba, of course understanding that that was one of Galinda's reasons for wanting to marry Fiyero, then completely read Galinda's mind. "Well, but Galinda, aren't you a princess already?"
Galinda immediately giggled at that, though she didn't get the hint of humor in Elphaba's voice. "Well, if you say so…" Galinda giggled, once again, and she looked to see Elphaba give a roll of her eyes.
"Now Elphie, don't do that! You are the one who asked, after all." Galinda looked over to Elphaba, who was sitting there with the book in front of her face. But, behind the pages, Elphaba had her eyes closed as she daydreamed about her and Fiyero.
"Oh, I know. It's just that, well, I had another question for you." Elphaba couldn't believe she was about to ask her roommate this. But, she was and she wanted an honest answer.
"What's that?" Galinda asked, as she let down a wave of ringlets and then pushed them back up again, totally fixated by her beautiful hair. It was so pretty and she hoped Fiyero would appreciate all the time and work she had put into it. That was all she wanted was to make him happy. She then found herself humming a soft tune that they had danced to the first time and it had stuck in her head permanently.
"Galinda." Elphaba said, in a sterner voice than usual, for she had noticed the blonde was off track. Once again. Elphaba thought, but waited for a response. When none came, Elphaba had to repeat Galinda's name. "Galinda."
"Hmm? Oh right. Yes. So, what's your question, Elphie?" Galinda asked, as she continued humming the song in her head. It was such a beautiful melody that anyone who heard it would fall in love with it. Or in love with someone.
"Well, I was wondering, um, if you think I'm, well if I'm…" Elphaba took in a deep breath as she sat up and set her book down beside her. "Galinda, do you think I'm scandalacious?" Elphaba looked very embarrassed something she hadn't really ever experienced before. It was a strange feeling and she could feel her green cheeks grow red.
Galinda giggled, though she knew her friend was trying very hard to ask this. Galinda also knew that Elphaba was embarrassed and not usually very self-conscious, so she wanted to help. Maybe Elphie's changing. Maybe she DOES want to be popular! Maybe I could help her! The thought made Galinda elated, that she might be able to change the green girl to be more normal.
"Oh, Miss. Elphie, you are incredibly scandalacious!" Galinda answered, knowing that it was true, in at least one sense of the word. Even if Elphaba wasn't the ideal 'scandalacious' subject, such as Fiyero, Elphaba had some of the traits.
"Well, if that's settled, will you please pipe down and please stop that humming of yours." Elphaba said, picking up her book and put it up to cover her face. Really, she just wanted to daydream some more, but if Galinda was still humming, that would make it that much harder, for Elphaba would feel much more guilty.
"Alright then, Elphie." Galinda was pretty much finished with her hair and turned to get her purse to go out. She picked up the pretty little pink bag and stood up from her mirror, straightening her short white dress; the one she had worn the first time she had met Fiyero. It had such sweet memories, she just loved it.
As she walked out the door, she studied the green girl lying on the bare, slightly-ugly bed; the book covering her entire face; her big, bulky boots still hanging off the edge of her bed; her hair still in the familiar braid, though Galinda loved it when it was free and strewn and long; and her black frock on, that Galinda really didn't think was pretty, even if she had said it was. Same old Elfie. Galinda sighed and opened the door, her hair as perfect as could be.