A/N. Hello! Spoony is writing a Wicked fic again. In my opinion, it doesn't flow too well, but I really had to write this. I was going to make it a two/three shot.
So review if you like, con-crit would be awesome.
"Y-you're breaking up with me?" Galinda said tearfully, her already squeaky voice going up an octave or two, causing Fiyero to clutch his ear in pain.
"I'm sorry, but you change everything about yourself, just for acceptance? Why can't you be more like El…." He trailed off, realised he had said too much.
"Elphaba?" she said, shakily.
"Glin, I'm sorry…"
"No!" she said, a little too brightly, "That's fine! Who am I to stand in the way of love?"
Galinda smiled weakly at him, and slowly walked away.
A couple of weeks passed, and the blonde didn't think she could take one more lesson of Fiyero drooling over the oblivious Elphaba.
"Class dismissed."
She heaved a sigh of relief, scooped up her books and was about to head back to her room when something blocked her path.
"Oh, it's you," she said, sullenly.
"Galinda, I need your help."
Fiyero grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the nearest bench.
"How do I impress Elphaba?"
Galinda smirked.
"No offence, but you're really not her type."
"Well, what is her type?" asked Fiyero frantically, "I can change, I swear!"
Galinda raised one eyebrow as she muttered something about pots and kettles, but a bright smile suddenly crossed her face.
Time to have some fun!
"Okay…Elphaba. Well, she likes a man in leather."
"Leather?!"
"Yeah! Hotpants, whips, handcuffs. Kinky, kinky stuff."
"Are you sure?" he asked worriedly.
"Positive. She told me it shows courage, self confidence, truetoyourselfness."
Fiyero eyed her warily, not certain that last one was even a word. But he relaxed. Since when did sweet, innocent Galinda lie blatantly to his face. He nodded at the girl gratefully, and set off in sight of a nearby costume store.
Little did the Arjiki Prince know, under all those pink fluffy frills, was an evil, evil mind.