AN: hey it's me again ;) It has been pointed out to me that my stories, no matter whether they might be good or terrible, sort of have a lack of plot, and as I read them I notice woah, that's true! So... here's a plot :D Well, not much of a plot yet, but there's more chapters to come. It'll be a threeshot^^ Hey, my first story with a plot... and at the same time my first story with more than one chapter! Someone proud of me?^^
Disclaimer: Close your eyes. Imagine Wicked and everything belonging to it. Books, Musicals, people, stories, pictures, maps, everything. (What couldn't be related to Wicked in some way? I mean, my mum talks about how she can see the gear-wheels turn inside my head - metaphorically - and I think of the Time Dragon Clock and the stage setting of Wicked. Duh.) Okay. You see it? Of course you do. Now imagine it's all mine.
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Finished your laughing flash? Great. So... everybody knows it's not mine now. And I'll go and cry somewhere in a corner. Don't mind me.
Alright
Snow was falling outside her window, the balcony had turned into a white blanket, thickening with every tiny fragile snowflake. A few years ago she might have been sitting in class, more or less listening to whatever Dr. Dillamond or someone else would have tried to teach them. She'd have yearned to go outside, to watch Crope and Tibbett engaged in a snowball fight with Fiyero and Avaric and maybe Boq. Shenshen and Pfannee would have been there, too, and Milla, and some others, watching and laughing and throwing a few icy balls themselves.
And Glinda would have smiled and thought it was fun, and still missed someone for the picture to be perfect, someone who would have been sitting inside, studying and occasionally glaring at the sky for throwing the frozen stuff down.
Elphaba.
It had been half a year since Glinda had graduated from Shiz and thus left Crage Hall, and it had been more than one and a half year since she'd last seen the awkward green girl. She hadn't known it was possible to miss someone that much. She certainly never had experienced it before, and had not thought this could change. But it had. And she hated it.
A small droplet of water fell on her cheek, and she angrily lifted her hand to her face and wiped the tear off. She wouldn't want her to cry. Would she? Suddenly Glinda wasn't sure. He believed Elphaba wouldn't want it, but whenever did Elphaba what people thought? Maybe she would be happy because of it. Not about Glinda crying, not like this. But perhaps she would find it nice to know that Glinda actually cared she was gone. Perhaps.
Elphaba herself didn't cry. Never. She hadn't cried when she arrived and everyone immediately made fun of her. No tears when she realized the hat Glinda – Galinda then – had given her was nothing but a cruel joke. She had refused to cry when a letter from her father arrived, telling her she needn't come home for Lurlinemas because her room was needed for some friends of Nessarose. Oh, she could still see that scene clearly, though... They had been friends for merely a few months then, and while she herself had been squealing happily upon noticing the letter her parents had sent, even she had noticed how Elphaba grew unnaturally quiet after reading her own mail.
„What is it, Elphie?", she'd asked, and Elphaba had shown a sad attempt at a smile.
„Nothing, why do you ask?" But she had been persistent, and pushed her roomie until she told her at least this one little detail. Glinda never knew what else the letter said, but she had somehow understood that there had to be even more to it, more than Elphaba would let on – as if this tiny peace of information wasn't horrendible enough already!
„Oh Elphie... I'm so sorry for you! That's just awful!" She had not known what she could say, so instead she settled on embracing her friend tightly, ignoring how she stiffened at first.
„It's alright, Galinda," she said at last. „Honestly, don't worry about it. I'll just stay here, it makes no difference to me." And, at her doubtful expression: „I am fine! Don't give me that look!"
She'd given in. „Okay, Elphie. I'm sorry. But – if there's anything, I mean, if there ever is something you might want to talk about – come to me, will you? If you're ever not feeling quite alright... I'll be there for you. Okay?" She had averted her gaze, studied the floor instead, feeling awkward. Elphaba had looked at her strangely. A few seconds passed before she gave an answer.
„Okay, Galinda... I'll remember that." A pause. „Thank you."
Glinda herself did not feel alright now. She had always had Elphie to talk to if she was sad, too, and now... well, no Elphie wasn't there. Still, Glinda couldn't help but wonder... was Elphaba feeling alright just now...?