Hi! Phases Of Obsession here (but of course you probably know that already, don't you?). Though it was incomplete, I've had it for awhile. Finally, I hunkered down finished the dang thing. I'm a little iffy about my characterization of Boq, as I don't usually write him. If you would be so kind and tell me how I did? Please and thank you! Another thing I need to mention is: in this story's universe, Galinda and Fiyero never dated, or at least not seriously.
Also, I just have to say this: I'M GOING TO WICKED IN A WEEK! Whoop!....Sorry, I'm excited. Well, enough of me rambling, on with the story!
Galinda Upland knew it. Her best friends were in love. It was easy to see for everyone except said friends. And that drove Galinda crazier than a chihuahua that had just ate a pound of vanilla cake with extra icing.
They were sitting in the library, studying…well, at least Elphaba was. She was reading 'The Genetics of Animals: Beast That Can Talk Or Human In Fur?' and taking a note every now and then. Fiyero was studying all right, but not anything school-related. Galinda watched as he looked up from his book ('Algebra 2', but Galinda saw a comic book hidden in it) and at Elphaba every two seconds. She didn't even notice! What was wrong with her?
That was the final straw! Galinda was going to set them up...now, if only she could get past the issue of how to do it.
"Elphie, would you mind if I leave?" Galinda asked, cautious due to the fact that Elphaba practically dragged her in there in the first place.
"If you please, but if you fail your midterm then don't go crying to me," Elphaba replied in an exasperated tone. Galinda let out her super-squeal and hugged her (tackle's a better word for it) and ran out.
The pink-wonder took to brainstorming as soon as she got to her dorm. She had to think of a fool-proof plan to get them on a date. Think, little blond girl, think! She thought…and thought…and thought…and got a headache…Ow! She must have pulled something! Grr, why couldn't her friends just get together? She was almost ready to rip their heads off! Wait, that was it!
A threat.
The plan was (cue Mission Ozpossible!): Put an anonymous letter in Fiyero's dorm telling him to meet at the OzDust and to dress nicely, force Elphaba to go without telling her (genius, right?), then they get married and have tons of adorable mini-Elphies and FiFis! Perfect! Maybe Galinda was smarter than she thought.
Elphaba walked out of the library an into the blazing sunlight. Fiyero had left soon after Galinda, leaving her to finish her book in peace and quiet. But now she was out of the cool, relaxing hall, and into that hot, smelly courtyard where the rest of the Shiz students mocked her. But they'd be sorry when she was their boss and had the same mercy as they did: absolutely zero.
She finally got to her dorm, where Galinda was lounging on her bed reading one of her fashion magazines. She looked up and chirped, "Elphie, sit down!". Elphaba obliged, but stood back up when the blond brought the makeup out.
"No," Elphaba said, holding her ground.
Galinda's eyes went fierce, and her face froze up to a cold stare. "Listen, Thropp," she said in a complete monotone, like a demonic doll that had came to life. "You are going to let me put this makeup on you like a good little girl, then you are to go and have a funner time than you would just sitting here-"
"-More fun-
"-Whatever!" She snapped back, sounding like a tantruming child. "YOU ARE GOING TO GET A MAKEOVER AND LIKE IT! Am I clear?"
"Yes, Ma'am…" Elphaba's voice went squeaky as she looked up at Galinda (which was odd. Elphaba was 5'4 and Galinda was 4'7). Elphaba had never seen Galinda so frightening; what with her nostrils flaring and normally pink face tinted to an almost crimson.
"GOOD, NOW SIT!"
It was a long, long two hours filled with curls, cursing, yelps, eyeliner, and a straightening iron that Elphaba called lethal before Galinda shoved her out the door and into the arms of Boq, the Munchkin.
"Sorry about this, Elphie…" he mumbled as he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder (which, accompanying annoyance, impressed Elphaba; for a small man he was very strong). He started walking Oz-knows-where, toting her with him. It was bumpy and clumsy was more like she was being carted by an three limbed mule than a person.
"Why are you doing this, I'm afraid to ask?" Elphaba said after letting him carry her out of the dorm.
"Linny told me to."
"Linny?"
"It's my pet-name for her. She's my Linny and I'm her Biq!"
Elphaba rolled her eyes. "Boq, I believe you're mistaking a constant mispronunciation for a pet-name."
"Nope; I'm pretty sure it's her name she specially picked out for me. After all, why would she keep calling me that even after I correct her?"
"Because her minuscule brain cannot hold much so it confuses Biq and Boq to make room for memorizing the names of her massive amounts of shampoos and other Oz-zone killing products, maybe?"
"Nope, she's just creative," he said, closing the matter. It was probably another good fifteen minutes before he stopped, plopped Elphaba down (and he wasn't very gentle about it), and then pushed her into a carriage. Elphaba sat on the leather seats, bewildered at Galinda's little plot. The strangest part about it was that she couldn't figure out what her roommate was up to.
She watched the university fall back behind as the nearby city creeped up. She had never been off campus since that party Fiyero held. That was some night: Galinda making friends with her, quickly followed by Fiyero. It was nice hanging out with them; they kept the insults at bay. No one would dare send a slur her way, and when they did, Galinda would sic them like an angry Gillikin poodle, barking at them viciously and whacking them with her purse, while Fiyero laughed, sometimes so hard he'd end up on the ground.
Fiyero was a good to Elphaba too. He was a perfect gentleman when he wanted to be (and only when he wanted to be). He always pulled out her chair, and complimented her graciously, calling her "Beautiful", "Gorgeous", and "Genius". While she did somewhat agree on the latter, the first two had to be a joke. She was green for Oz sake!
The stagecoach pulled up to the OzDust ballroom and let her out. Seeing as Galinda dressed her in a embarrassingly low-cut black velvet dress and diamond necklace, Elphaba guessed she was to go in.
The lights flickered around the room at a hummingbird's speed, and the music blared loud enough to ring Elphaba's ear for the first few seconds. It was rather hot, probably due to the people dancing. She squeezed her way through to the bar, the quietest place in the entire building. She ordered herself an elixir on the rocks, but before she could put her money on the table, somebody smacked down a credit card.
"On me," Fiyero said, smiling his pearly smile. He looked nice; khaki pants, pinstripe shirt in Shiz colors, blue and white, with a navy vest wrapped around him. And it looked like he actually tried to comb his hair. "So, what are you doing here?" he said after a long pause.
"Galinda forced me."
"Hey! Me too!" He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. It read:
Dear Fiyero,
Be at the OzDust a eight o' clock or you'll never see your precious little green girl again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love, [crossed out]
PS Dress handsomified!
"Pink ink, the word 'love' in a threat, using way to many exclamation points, yep, definitely Galinda," Elphaba said, handing the note back to him.
"Yeah, she's something else…" he replied, rolling his eyes.
"But wait, since when am I your 'precious little green girl'?" she asked, taking a large sip of her drink. It gave her a shockingly hard buzz for such a small amount.
Much to the surprise of Elphaba, he blushed madly. "Well, it's Galinda-you know her-she's kinda nutty," he said quickly.
Elphaba smiled and took another gulp. "Oh, so I'm not precious?"
"Yes! Wait-no! No! Of course your precious! You're wonderful! Absolutely perfect!"
"So you like me?"
"Yes, but no, not in that way-"
Elphaba smirked even wider. "You know, they say the first sign of an addiction is denial…"
"What?"
She started to tease. "You like me, you want to hold me, you want to kiss me-"
So he did.
She probably would have pulled away if it wasn't for that elixir (that stuff could induce a coma after one glass), that and the fact that Fiyero's lips were amazing... Her newfound, alcohol-induced confidence caused her to deepen the smooch. She felt him grin.
He broke the kiss gently, sat on top of the bar, right in front of her, put his arms around her and started whispering in her ear in an drunken singsong voice. "I like you, I want to hold you, I want to kiss you-"
"-you are tipsy-"
"-so are you…"
Neither would remember the night, probably, but others would. They'd remember how strange it was to see a blue diamond-tattooed prince making out with a emerald green girl.
Galinda sighed. She'd just gotten back from a late-night shopping trip as a self-reward for bringing her two besties together. Tired, she lied down for just a second, but the next thing she knew Elphaba walked in, stumbling with a smile nice and clear on her face.
"Ssssooooooo, how'd it go?" Galinda asked. The only reply she got from Elphaba was a giggle. A giggle. She never giggled. Half-hearted chuckle, yep, that freaky cackle she had perfected, of course, but no giggles.
And Galinda knew it. She knew that she would be the bridesmaid for her best friends' wedding. She knew that little baby Tiggular would call her auntie. And she knew that it was all because of her.
"Galinda?" Elphaba asked, snapping Galinda out of her thoughts.
"Yes?"
"Fiyero said he liked the threat," she said, then rolled over and was snoring in seconds. Galinda growled at the fact Fiyero busted her, but forgot about it and followed Elphie's lead and went into snozer-land, dreaming of her future bridesmaid dress.
Did you like it? I hope you did. Do you think I did well enough to deserve a review? Maybe? Pretty, pretty please with Fiyero sprinkles on top?