I lost this story. It is absolute crap with a lower case c. But it needed to be published; I'm in a strange mood. I dunno if I like it. Maybe it should be "A SPECIAL LIMITED TIME OFFER THAT WILL BE TAKEN DOWN AFTER NEW YEARS BECAUSE IT IS SO HORRIBLE" kind of deal.
Those Oz forsaken pants kept getting in my way. Every time I looked at anything near the color, or anything made of spandex I kept thinking about those pants. At one point I couldn`t even read my book because I was thinking of those pants. Every time I saw Boq running around, I thought of the pants. But that is just what normal people do, right? Think about someone's pants.
Happily though, no one had the want to fall in love with a green skinned bookworm. So I was safe, from even getting attention from this person. I'd stick to my normal routine of wake up, go to class, and live in the library, as well as sleep eventually. No one would notice my antisocial behaviour, unless they wanted to observe me like a zoo animal. Zoos didn't even have any Animals, because they kept everything in cages.
Then that dreaded holiday, Lurlinemas, happened. Why did Morrible listen to Galinda when she raised her hand? Ignoring that blonde would have been better for both of us, and would have prevented me from feeling obligated to go to one of those darned Lurlinemas parties.
"But Elphie….You haven't done anything fun all year. University only lasts for so long." Galinda whined, sitting on her bed. I snickered.
"At the rate you are going, University fees will pile up like books on my counter. Why should I go to this party anyways?"
"Because I'm holding it in here, and the library was shut down because someone shoved a crazed beaver in there."
That is exactly how I was forced to the small get together, and sure enough that person with the pants was there. He was spewing a drunken tale about how he once met this army of bowls and sporks and how they threatened to kill his family if he didn't throw Jimmy down a well. Another reason I hate having to host people. They steal the show with their strange tales, or experience.
Later that night I stole a bottle of some strong liquor to kill the feeling of whatever this was supposed to be. So when I was the most sober person in the room, I got the job of making sure that no one started reproducing or doing stupid things like washing their hair in the toilets. After breaking up a small squabble with white pants and Avaric, I decided to take white pants and put him across the room from the alcohol.
"Hey, Elpha-bay." He murmured, as I took the tinsel and other festive things off of his body, so that I could fit in him the closet and he wouldn't cut himself. "I love you." After he said that I promptly kicked him somewhere. Mr. White Pants isn't going to reproducing any day soon.