GELPHIE GELPHIE GELPHIE. I'm so excited for this story, mostly because it's my babies in an AU. Like pretty much all of my other stories, heh. Anyway, this is Gelphie, and it's a modern AU. There will be mentions of drinking, drug use, depression, sex, and mature language. Sounds fun, huh? So anyway, enjoy!
"mwhat's up glindai?"
"Are you drunk?"
"maymbe"
"How much have you had?"
"like okne ro ten glassews"
"Of what, Elphie?"
"dunno. lookged likwe water. felt clike burninng"
"Elphie!"
"dovnt hyell"
"Why did you drink so much, Elphie?"
"misssss yu"
"Don't say that."
"wuhy noat?"
"Because you're drunk and I know you don't mean that."
"ubt i love oyu"
"Please don't say that Elphie."
"why don'at yiou laove me anhymore"
"I do love you Elphie. You're the one who pushed me away."
"i'cm soarry"
"It's okay."
"yi love oyu"
"I love you too, but that's not enough."
"bi pneed wyou"
"..."
"i jneed you more thaqn i've evefr neeedd ayonne"
"Then why did you leave me?"
"sscared"
"Maybe we should talk about this in the morning. When you're sober."
"ok"
"Do you need me to come get you?"
"ye"
"Which bar?"
"jthe philosbophy culb"
"Elphie."
"wanteud tuo forget you. dcant"
"I'm on my way. Don't go anywhere with anyone."
There were several things that Glinda did not need today, and getting drunk texted by Elphaba Thropp at three in the damn morning was about half of them. She pulled up to the curb in front of the rather luminous Philosophy Club to see a green girl sitting with her head between her knees. Glinda waited for her to notice, as she'd left her apartment still in her nightgown and she definitely didn't need to deal with some perv right now if she got out of her car. Elphaba slowly raised her head and stumbled to her feet, taking a good five minutes to do so. After fumbling with the door handle for another five, she all but fell into Glinda's tiny Civic, miraculously shutting the door behind her.
"Hey, Glindy! Long time no see!" she grinned.
Glinda sighed, refusing to respond as she pulled away from the curb. Somehow sensing the tension even in her quite slammed state, Elphaba managed to stay as quiet as she could, keeping her drunk mumbling and giggling to a minimum. She watched the blonde as she drove, half entranced by the shifting colors of the city lights as they passed over pale skin and half entranced by the girl who'd made herself quickly scarce from her former roommate's life nigh on six months ago. Though inebriated, she still fell into the role of silent observer, taking the rare chance of being so close to the blonde to soak in everything about her, noting what had changed and what had stayed the same.
"Alright, get out." The clipped words pulled the green girl from her trance-like state, startling her.
"Huh?"
"I said, get out. It is three o'clock, I have a big-ass test in the morning, and I can't even deal with your bullshit when the sun is out, much less when I'm half-asleep and you're drunk. So get out of my car and sleep off your liquid stupid." In the silence after Glinda finished her rant, the sound of the doors unlocking was suddenly very loud.
A cowed Elphaba quickly sobered up and made a swift (though quite ungraceful) exit. Glinda, for all her irritation at the girl, couldn't help but wait for the lanky form to disappear through the door of her dorm before driving off. It wasn't until she had to pull over because she couldn't see the road that she realized that she was crying.
"And that's why we found you sleeping here under a tree?" Crope gestured to the large oak that provided shelter from the harsh winter sun.
"Yes, that absolute ass decided suddenly that she missed me, and so I barely slept. It's not fair!" Glinda sniffled, leaning on Tibbett's shoulder.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry. This whole, erm, debacle has had everyone in a bit of a chokehold, and you're getting the brunt of it," Tibbs put his arm around her sweater-clad shoulders.
"Who died?" a voice joked harshly. A smirking Avaric came around the trunk followed by Fiyero, who at least had the decency to look concerned.
"Oh, bugger off with your insensitive self, you prick," Crope defended.
"It's the same thing it always is: She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named." Though she knew Tibbett meant well, Glinda slightly cringed as he hit on one of her insecurities, the fact that her situation was constantly ongoing. She was starting to believe that everyone was growing tired of her.
"What did she do this time?" Fiyero frowned, crossing his arms. Avaric was suspiciously silent.
"It seems there was a bit of a drunk dial situation at three in the morning. A reopening of wounds, if you will," Crope vaguely gestured.
"That green idiot. Can't figure out what she wants, and when she does, she can't accept it. I'm going to talk to her," the dark-skinned man turned as if to do it right then and there, until he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't. She's not going to listen to you scold her for what she's already berating herself for on a good day, much less when she's hungover. If anyone talks to her, it should be Glinda," Avaric warned.
"When did you become such an expert on relationships, Mr. One Night Stand?" Fiyero shrugged off his friend's shoulder. Avaric looked ready to hit him when Glinda intervened.
"Please stop! For once, Avaric is right. This has gone on for too long, and look at what it's doing. Our whole group dynamic has changed. Now's the perfect time to address this, so I'm going. Alone," she added as the two boys on the ground stood. She began walking that way before she lost her nerve and her big speech was all for nothing.
"Ozspeed, sweetie."
It hadn't always been like this. Once upon a time, the two girls were slowly falling in love. Being assigned as roommates at the beginning of their freshman year, they hadn't exactly seen eye to eye. With a Biology/Journalism double major and a reclusive lifestyle, the skinny green girl couldn't have been more different than the undecided, air-headed blonde. However, though neither would admit it, they slowly became civil, and from then, the best of friends. As the year went on, the two inspired each other to be better. Galinda (as she was called then) introduced Elphaba to her world of friends and social gatherings while Elphaba helped Galinda to study and balance her social life with school.
How different things truly were two years, a relationship, and a name change later. Glinda, with an Architecture major slowly becoming reality in her junior year, had been cast aside by the green woman who had jumpstarted her education and was already in grad school here at Shiz. Instead of seeing each other every day, it would be rare to ever see each other at all, what with Elphaba rooming with her invalid sister and Glinda in an off-campus apartment she shared with Crope. It was beautifully tragic how quickly everything had fallen apart, or was it tragically beautiful? Elphie would know, but Glinda had learned not to rely on her over time.
She couldn't, not anymore.
Glinda reminded herself of this as she knocked on Elphaba's door.