A/N:
I don't own Wicked. Gutted.
Musicalverse. Characters: Most likely based on Dianne Pilkington's Galinda, but Elphaba I dunno, Kerry Ellis maybe?
Okay, so technically they celebrate 'Lurlinemas' in the book, but meh. It's Christmas at Shiz XD. Enjoy.
Dreaming of a Pink Christmas.
"Elphieeeeeeeeee!"
The high-pitched squeal pierced the silent corridors of Shiz University and met the ears of Elphaba Thropp just moments after she had selected a book and settled down on her bed to read. She sighed heavily, carefully marked her page and placed the book upon her bedside table. She knew this kind of shriek all too well – it belonged to her roommate, the popular bubbly blonde Galinda Upland of the Upperuplands and usually meant that there was some sort of disaster, exciting news, or a shoe sale. Elphaba took a deep breath as she heard the clicking of Galinda's heels getting closer and prepared herself for… well, she didn't want to think what she may be about to endure.
Galinda exploded into the room, a mass of gold curls and pink ballgown, pink in the face and beaming from ear to ear. She bounced over to where Elphaba was sitting and hopped onto the bed next to her. "Hiya." She squeaked.
"Hi Galinda." Elphaba said calmly, not wanting to encourage her already hyperactive roomie. She rolled her eyes at Galinda, who was bouncing up and down on her bed, waving her arms around and clapping like an idiot.
"Guess what?" Galinda squealed again, her pitch entering a range most sopranos couldn't dream of singing.
"You know only dogs can hear you, right?" After getting over their original hate for one another, Elphaba was frequently amused at her roommate's tendency to over react and squeal at the tiniest thing.
Galinda stopped jumping for a moment and narrowed her eyes at Elphaba. "Was that an insult?"
Elphaba laughed and sighed at the same time, Galinda really wasn't the sharpest tool in the box. She shook her head, "No, dear. You were saying…"
Her smile returned and Galinda landed with a 'flump' onto the bed. "No, you were guessing!"
Rolling her eyes, Elphaba shrugged, "They've released a new flavour crisp?"
Galinda pulled a face, "Don't be silly, like I would get this excitified over a flipping crisp!" Ignoring Elphaba's mutter of "you did last time", and growing bored of the fact she was so slow in guessing, Galinda swept a large bag, pink, of course, off of the floor where she'd dropped it. "I've got a surpriiiise for you!"
Elphaba was not all that bothered about surprises, her lack of presents as a child had taken care of that, but she feigned deliriousness for Galinda's sake. "Oooh!" She imitated Galinda's trademark squeal, "What is it?"
Galinda pouted, "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise!"
Shrugging, Elphaba turned back to where she'd laid her book. She felt a heavy 'thump' against the back of her head and whirled round, irritated. Galinda was kneeling on her bed, reaching for another pillow.
"You're supposed to keep asking!"
Elphaba sighed. She could be so immature sometimes. "Okay… pleeaaase tell me what it is?" She whined and batted her eyelashes in a poor imitation of Galinda when she wanted her way.
Galinda, who was terrible with surprises, could not keep it secret for any longer. Taking a deep breath, she reached into the plastic bag and produced, to Elphaba's horror, a sparkly, ready-decorated, bright pink Christmas tree.