(AN: Welcome again to yet another fan-fiction about Wicked! Unlike Another Journey or The Great War of Oz, this will not be too dark or based on the book, but rather on the musical! Horay! Also, this will not be an epic adventure story [though it is definitely an adventure, to say the least].)

(Right now its a starter that has a bit of lol-moments to start us off with our story. It will get better, I promise you. Now enjoy!)

Something in the Mail

Somewhere on the grounds of Shiz University, there is a little building where the students go to get their mail.

Here the two most unlikely of friends were getting their mail.

"Another letter from father," Elphaba said, turning over the few things in her long, green fingers. "The Munchkin Banner, an unmarked letter and that's it."

"Oh, your mailbox is so empty!" the blond-haired little ball of excitement and glee at her side pouted. "I think I'm gonna send you a letter one day, just to brighten up your day!"

"Galinda, dear," the green-skinned woman threatened, placing a green hand on the blond's shoulder. "If you dare send me one of your pink, scented stationery letters, I'll steal your favorite brush!"

"You wouldn't dare!" gaped Galinda. "That's made of real horse-hair! It's oh so soft!"

"You mean Horse hair," Elphaba corrected. "And who knows if the Horse wanted to donate their hair, it might have been taken by force."

"You miss my point, Elphie!" the little blond said, shaking her curly hair about in a silly manner. "Your mailbox is too empty, and I'm gonna send you a letter just so you can have something fun to look at every once in a whiles!"

"Might as well tell Nessa to stop griping every two seconds." Elphaba murmured under her breath. She then turned back to where Galinda was going through her mailbox.

"Besides, its impractical to send a letter when we're room-mates." she reminded her. "Postage is expensive enough as it is."

"What does money matter when it comes to friends?" Galinda brushed off.

Elphaba's mouth went dry. This was far too nice coming from Galinda. But she reminded herself that Galinda's family was ridiculously wealthy, and so they could afford it. A grimace came over her face, but she just shook her head and turned her head to her little blond roomie.

"What did you get?" she asked.

Galinda pulled out a large newspaper, that looked more like a magazine.

"The Gilikin Gazette!" she squealed. "The only high society magazine outside the Emerald City for all things fashion, beauty, style and gossipary." She giggled, then made a face and tossed aside something that said "Gilikin Times."

"A love letter from Gelliod," she announced, then leaned aside and whispered very loudly. "I don't even know who that is!" She tossed the letter aside. "A love letter from Avaric." She giggled scandalaciously, then slipped it into her hand-bag.

"A love letter from Bick," she groaned, tossing it aside. "another love letter from Bick..." She groaned again, then tossed it aside with the others. She flipped through and her mouth hung open in the usual, Galinda-fied gasp.

"Sweet Oz, where does he get the money for all this stationery!" she exclaimed.

"Not to mention stamps, probably also made from glue that came from Horse-bone," Elphaba added. "I wonder if they gave that voluntarily."

"Elphie, would you stop it?" Galinda moaned. "There are more important things in my life right now than horsies, okay?" She continued through the letters. "Did he just send me all of these?"

"They can't all be from him," Elphaba reasoned. "Let me see."

"That's not right, you know." a voice called authoritatively from behind them. Elphaba turned and saw Nessarose, wheeling herself up behind them.

"Looking at someone else's mail," she replied, sounding very offended and 'holier than thou.' "Father would be so ashamed of you."

"I'm not reading Galinda's mail," Elphaba defended. "I'm just sorting through some junk mail." But Nessarose kept her nose up-turned.

"Uh, Nessarose?" Galinda asked. "Where's Bick?"

"Who?"

"Boq." Elphaba corrected.

"Oh, he said he had to write home, so he's back at his dorm." Nessarose replied. "He's so thoughtful that way, always caring about his family." She turned a scathing look to Elphaba. "Not that YOU'D know anything about that."

Elphaba didn't say anything, but Nessarose rolled herself away.

"Ugh!" Galinda groaned. "That's got to be ten love letters from Bick!"

"Let me see that," Elphaba siezed the letters from Galinda and began pouring through them. The love letters were easy to recognize, for they were covered in little pink hearts and said 'I love you' on them.

"Boq..." she said, moving the eleventh letter from where it was stashed. "Boq again...Boq...Boq...Boq...Boq...Boq..." She stopped saying his name and just flipped through the letters.

"He does write a lot of love letters!" Elphaba exclaimed.

"It's a little creepy." she admitted. "Oh, maybe I should ask Horrible Morrible for a order of restrainment."

"This one's not from Boq," Elphaba asked. "It's..." Galinda almost could see Elphaba's shoulder slump as she saw who it was from.

"Who's it from?"

"Fiyero." she replied plainly.

"Speak of the Kumbric Witch," the haughty Winkie prince said as he stepped up behind her and took the letter from Elphaba's hand with a flourish. "And she arrives."

"I guess the same goes for air-head princes too." she returned.

"I thought I was empty-headed," he returned. He then slid over to Galinda, who giggled flirtatiously and tossed her curls.

"This is for you," he said, handing the letter to Galinda.

"Oh, Fiyero!" she returned. "You're the greatest."

"You're the greatest." he returned, touching her cute button nose with his finger.

Fiyero laughed his happy-go-lucky chortle and Galinda giggled in her sickly-sweet manner.

Neither of them noticed the green girl walking towards them.

"Here's the rest of your mail, Galinda." she said to her roomie. "Thirty love letters from Boq."

"Thirty?" exclaimed Fiyero, with feigned interest. "And who is this Boq? Not that stiff, pin-striped Munchkin who loves books and has a crush on you?"

"Yes, the same one." Galinda sighed, returning to her letters.

"You know," Fiyero suggested. "I could always sick Avaric on him. Maybe have some of the boys from Ozma Towers take him to the Philosophy Club."

"You wouldn't dare!" Elphaba threatened, her pointed face now very close to Fiyero's.

"Wouldn't I?" he replied, a smirk on his face at how close he was to the green girl, and how angry she looked over what he said.

A squeal came from Galinda.

"What is it?" Elphaba asked, turning to her room-mate.

"It's from Momsy and Popscicle!" she squealed. "Whenever they write me they always send money!" She made a noise that was half-way between a squeal and a scream, bouncing up and down and waving her arms about like little wings.

Both Fiyero and Elphaba covered their ears against Galinda's glass-shattering noises of exuberant glee.

(Yeah, a little short. Please review and tell me if they're acting OOC or just right. Things will get VERY interesting in the next chapter, I can promise you that!)

(fyi, Gelliod is just some random Gilikinese boy who had a crush on Galinda before she came to Shiz. Nothing very important, just fluff)