A/N: This is my first Gelphie fic, I just saw Wicked and loved it more than I had loved the book so this story is based off the musical but it might have some things that come from the book. Hope you like, please review!
Galinda sat on the little windowsill of her and Elphaba's room pouring over a letter she had just received. Her blonde brow furrowed in concentration and her blue eyes were racing from line to line. Elphaba couldn't help but stare at her roommate in amazement as she had never seen her so engrossed in any type of reading materiel (not even Which Fashion Weekly). Finally Elphaba couldn't take it anymore,
"Don't hurt yourself over there, Miss Galinda." Galinda actually jumped as if bitten, her face flushed and she dropped the letter from her hand. Elphaba cocked an eyebrow while Galinda snatched her letter up.
"I don't like to be spied on Miss Elphaba." Galinda said flustered as she folded her letter and tucked it into her bosom.
"My apologies Miss Galinda, I'm just concerned, what with your odd behavior and you turning that nasty shade of red." Elphaba said with a sarcastic smirk, she would hazard a guess that the letter in question was from some lovesick boy or other who's writing level was just low enough for Galinda to be able to comprehend it. Galinda bit her lip and put both her hands to her face and sighed leaning her forehead against the windowpane.
"Oh, Miss Elphaba, what's wrong with me." Elphaba rolled her brown eyes and looked back down at her own book,
"What's wrong with him is what I'd like to know," Elphaba murmered but Galinda dropped her hands and looked around at Elphaba in confusion.
"Him?" It was Elphaba's turn to look confused. The two young women stared at each other a moment each just as lost as the other,
"Isn't that a love letter you have tucked away in your…dress."
Galinda blushed to her blonde roots and clamped a defensive hand over her breasts, "A love letter! No! Well not like that, Miss Elphaba." Elphaba stared at the girl and sighed she wondered if she would ever be able to make any sense out of her. Then she grinned, she'd just had a wicked idea.
"Miss Galinda, I thought you said that friends shared their secrets with each other, aren't we friends now, don't you…trust me?" Elphaba asked with a fake hurt look.
"Oh, Elphie! Well of course we're friends—it's just—well this is so—so—well you wouldn't understand that's all." Elphaba loved every minute of watching her roommate squirm; it was quite possibly the funniest thing she'd ever seen; besides curiosity was eating at her to know what could unhinge Galinda so much. Elphaba closed her book and turned facing Galinda,
"Try me," she said seriously. Galinda still had her hand clamped protectively to her chest and looked for the life of her, mortally afraid. Then Galinda smiled and titled her head so that the curls glistened in the setting sunlight from outside.
"Elphie, you're so sweet to be concerned about me, but really this is nothing, it's just a letter from…Popsicle—yes it's a letter from Popsicle and he's really worried about…uh—well me." Galinda finished with a satisfied smile thinking her story foolproof and clever. Elphaba had to force herself not to grin,
"Oh? And why is Popsicle worried about you?"
"Oh you know, just because of—of—he's worried I won't like my new dress," Elphaba nodded pursing her green lips,
"And this is why you have been reading and re-reading that letter furiously for nearly an hour?"
"Yes!" Galinda said triumphantly, glad that Elphaba was buying it.
"Oh, well in that case you won't mind if I read it will you, I have a passion for reading letters." Elphaba said stretching out her hand innocently; Galinda looked horror struck again.
"Um, well, it's just a stupid letter it would bore you Miss Elphaba."
"It didn't seem to bore you. Your father must have an amazing use of words, please let me read it."
Galinda seemed to struggle for a moment over her next move, "Alright! Alright, it's not from Popsicle."
"Aha! It's a love letter, isn't it? I don't know why you're making such a big deal over it; you receive about 10 love letters every week from a whole brigade of boys."
"Well this one isn't from a boy!" Galinda exclaimed defensively, and then realizing her mistake covered her mouth quickly with her hands. Even Elphaba's eyes grew wide at this confession. "Ozma! I have to go!" And Galinda ran from the room, leaving a very perplexed Elphaba behind.