Author's Note: I finally finished my first multi-chapter story! :D Originally I had a totally different story planned out that I was going to upload before this story, but inspiration hit me and I just kept writing this story. A few weeks ago I saw the making of the music video for "You Belong With Me" by Taylor Swift and I realized how perfect of a plot this would be for a Gelphie fic. So here it is! Hopefully everyone enjoys it and reviews to keep me encouraged to write more :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or any of its characters.
You Belong With Me
Chapter 1:
'This is as good as it is going to get.' I thought with a sigh as I stared into my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
I couldn't help but stare into my dull, plain brown eyes and offensive green skin. No matter what, I would always be "Elphaba, the green girl" and there was nothing I could do about it. I will always be called names, people will think I'm evil and stay away, and more importantly I'll always be alone. With that thought I shook my head and put a determined look on my face and left my room.
Since it was still relatively early I figured a long breakfast would be nice. Walking into the cafe, it was somewhat bare except for the random students here and there. However, I did notice right away the the side profile of my unmistakable roommate that was sitting alone flipping through a book and eating her meal quietly. This was a rarity for Galinda seeing as she was never alone, and to see the blonde doing something other then reading a magazine or retelling the latest gossip surprised me definitely. As I gathered my breakfast I started walking in the opposite direction of Galinda when I heard my name being called.
"Elphaba!" Said a high pitched voice that I knew was Galinda's. So I turned around and saw her looking at me with a bright smile that I couldn't help but return.
"Come here!" Galinda said motioning for me to walk over to her table.
As I sat down I looked over at what Galinda was reading and was surprised to see it was a book on architecture.
"You enjoy architecture?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes, very much. I love all the different buildings and styles that have changed and transformed over the years." Galinda said with a happy gleam in her eye.
As Galinda kept talking about the different styles and periods of architecture, I could not help but have my feelings for her grow. She is amazing when she speaks about something she is so passionate about. She has no idea how intellectual she is or how real she is when she is actually using her mind and being the true Galinda.
Yes I admit, I am attracted to my roommate who just so happens to be the most beautiful and the most popular girl at Shiz. Which is why I have never said anything and never will say anything to Galinda. There was no chance that someone like her could ever love someone like me, yet I could still admire her from a distance. Of course it hurts when I see her wrapped around that idiot boyfriend of hers, Fiyero, but I would rather have her in my life as a friend then not have her at all. I know though that Fiyero is not the one for her, he treats her like a poor pathetic damsel in distress when I know damn well that Galinda Upland is anything but pathetic. She needs someone to challenge her, encourage her, and love her. Not someone who is only with her for her looks and social status.
We finished breakfast and since we had the same class together we decided to walk to class together. We continued on our way side by side in our normal matter. She chattered happily about an upcoming dance at the Ozdust and the dress she bought specifically for that occasion, while I just nodded and smiled thinking that she would probably look beautiful in a potato sack.
As we passed many of the students I saw the looks on their faces, many were probably thinking why would Shiz's most beloved student be associating with Shiz's biggest outcast. Yet when I looked at Galinda I noticed that she still had the same bright smile from earlier and was acting like she did not care about anyone but her and I. When Galinda and I first started becoming friends, I was very skeptical that it was all a big prank. But I was wrong, she turned out to be one of the only few people that I allowed in my life. And by the way she was currently looking at me and showing me the real Galinda, I have never been more happy to be wrong in my life.
Once we entered the classroom I knew that our little bubble was bursted. Galinda immediately ran to the back row to that imbecile Fiyero and sat in his lap giving him a kiss and giggling when he tried to reach for her butt. Inside I was fuming, yet I had to remind myself to stay calm or else my powers would go haywire again. Fiyero Tiggular was the biggest jerk in all of Shiz and he was also the biggest flirt. This would always upset me because he had the most amazing person as his girlfriend and he did not even realize it. Sitting in the front row allowed me to cool off from not seeing Fiyero try to grope Galinda, as well as listen to Dr. Dillamond lecture with keen interest.
"Remember class, our field trip to the botanical gardens will be tomorrow, so report outside the building by 8:00 a.m. and don't be late." Dr. Dillamond said as the bell rang signaling the end of class.
'Great, an all day field trip with these judgmental people.' I thought sarcastically as I gathered my notes and satchel.
I was walking towards the exit when I felt a petite hand tug at my arm. Turning around I saw Galinda with a grin on her face and gave her a confused look, yet she ignored it as she took my arm and started walking again. I immediately got butterflies in my stomach, as I always did whenever Galinda and I came into physical contact with one another.
Once in the courtyard I asked, "Why didn't you stay behind with Fiyero?" trying not to make a face at Fiyero's name.
"Because I wanted to spend my afternoon with you, you silly green thing." Galinda answered with a smile that made me feel ten times better then before class.
We didn't say anything else as we continued our way back to out dorm, except for the soft humming coming from Galinda.
Once we entered the room Galinda went about the room spinning and dancing like a child, while her humming only got louder. I could not help but grin and watch her from my spot against the now closed door. She was so happy and free to be herself, since she always seemed to be a socialite tik tok whenever she was surrounded by her group of admirers. It was times like these where I felt privileged to be witness to the real Galinda. Not the fake, spoiled brat that people usually saw, but the happy, smart, bubbly girl that rarely made an appearance.