Elphaba shuffled into her and Little Miss Popular's bedroom, green nose buried in the musky pages of an ancient book like a bean stalk growing firm and radiantly unbelonging in a Munchkin corn field. Two beds sat on opposite sides of the room, one as large as the stuffed closet and just as suffocated with frilly things, a disastrous, multi-color cyclone of feather-filled blankets and pillows. The other bed was simple, homely, dull in appearance and just barely longer and just barely wider than its viridescent occupier.

Elphaba sniffed indignantly when she lowered her aged, brittle shield to look down upon her few possessions, kicking off her pointed shoes. She set her book down on a nightstand, and as she turned to the lamp for its unneeded supply of light the silence in the building began to pound in her ears.

Sharp, critical eyes swept across the room, inspecting the corners and lingering on the empty items of furniture. Narrow, calculating eyes searched diligently for the cause of the weird feeling inside of her. Her blonde roomie always seemed to have a way of making her feel things.

Oh.

Galinda - she made sure to exaggerate the GA - wasn't there, leaving the entire dorm quiet and calm, and for once devoid of anything 'pretty'.

Except, atop the deep purple comforter, was a dazzling blue gown, silky ruffles glittering in the lamplight. Elphaba's gaze paused, her tight body tensing as she examined the dress openly, skimming its details and pawing longingly at its chrome embroidered bodice as she hadn't allow herself to when it's slim possessor pulled it out of the closet earlier that day.

It was very beautiful, so fitting. And it wasn't exactly modest but in that way it was fitting, also, of Galinda. While Galinda wasn't, that was to say, outright promiscuous, and nor was the dress despite its somewhat low-cut neckline, there was something loud and flashy and flamboyantly sensual interwoven in the strings of both the blonde girl and the blue dress.

It was… Galinda was… The two parts suited one another, shimmering blue complimenting sweet skin and diamond-esque eyes. The snug ball garb seemingly made for the princess whom would fill it on the eve hour of the dance.

She never saw anything so beautiful, not in the hundreds upon thousands of shiny knick-knacks and presents and clothes her father had given to dear Nessa over the years, not in the many white shops and boutiques when she and Nessa had bought necessities for Shiz, not even in the daily costumes Galinda obsessively adorned herself in. Fingers distantly slid down her sides, feeling the rough material beneath her skin, feeling the soft disappointment and the brewing wonderment of how the dress would -

Elphaba sucked in a brash breath, crossing her arms beneath her bust and sitting down on her bed, jerking her head to face the wall. Father had always said green went with nothing. And she was inescapably green. When and where would she need to wear such a piece of clothing, anyway? Nowhere, and at no time ever.

The rich blue of the dress seemed to call to her, sparkling as if it were alive and desiring attention, and Elphaba turned back around, her neck straining and a pained wince on her face as she relented to the siren gown's song.

Standing, she went over to the bed, and scooped up the dress. The glitter felt like sandpaper, but the fabric was smooth and almost liquid-like in her hands. Holding it away from her body, pinching both straps by fore-fingers and thumbs, she carried it to Galinda's full-length mirror.

Carefully, as if the blue gown would crumble if not properly handled, Elphaba splayed it across her chest, letting go of one strap to cross her arm over the belly of the gown, and faintly she began to sway from side to side, wide, emotionless eyes flickering over her reflection.

The dress was so very Galinda when it lay on her bed, bodiless and headless. But held against her sharp-cornered, gaunt, bony frame, the dress was hers.

And in the doorway, peering with wide, tearful eyes, Galinda could see how beautifully green went with everything.

A.N. Holloa loves! So I'm starting a collection of Wicked one-shots, and thus far they appear to be mainly Gelphie. But hey, you never know, that could yet change. I don't know how long each one-shot will be (which they are, btw, each new chapter is an individual story with no adherence to the one previous or the one next, expect that they're all in the same...world... and they are all written by ME! C:) and I don't know when the next will be published. Actually, I might just do a Morrible/Wizard one-shot, hmm...

Ratings will not go over a T. This is set in the musical-verse because, although I do so adore the book, the characters from the musical are freshest in my mind and Book!Elphaba is too stoic for all my fangirl dreams to come true.

Also, I know that Galinda's ball gown is pink but originally it was blue and honestly I liked the blue better - I mean yeah sure the pink suited Galinda's facade but in my little universe here I see Galinda fitting into the blue one.

I'd like to thank my dear friend, Eponine Everdeen, for helping me out with all my crap; she's such a great gal for lettin' me lean on her so much...

Annnnnnd... R&R, because it might just inspire me. Who knows. Adieu my sweetlings, kiss-kiss - Gillies

P.s. I definitely wouldn't mind it if anyone wanted to share their ideas for another one-shot *wink-wink-toss-toss-wink-toss-wink-wink*