A/n: Many many thanks to GirlInTheMirror121 for beta-ing!! Heart you!

Disclaimer: (sing to "For Good") Because I don't own Wicked... I will be depressed... for life.

Chapter 1: The Most Swankified Place In Town

Elphaba sat in class, trying to study. This was proving to be fruitless, as the noise level was making it difficult to concentrate. Sighing, she shut the book. Despite herself, she couldn't wait until summer. It was late March, and the warm sun and singing of the birds were making her heart ache. Elphaba had always felt a certain affinity with nature.

The class quieted as Dr. Dillamond raced into the room. He was clutching an array of papers.

"I apologize for my lateness, class," he began. "I would like to take this time to discuss a matter of importance with you."

The class was silent. He continued, "Shiz University is hosting its first-ever formal social event!"

Silence. Then:

"Huh?" asked Galinda.

Dr. Dillamond sighed. "It means, Miss Galinda, that we are having a dance." Peering over his glasses, he stared at Elphaba. "It would do some of us good to get out once in a while."

She scowled. The only way she would willingly go to a dance would be that if by going, she would single-handedly save the human race from certain destruction. And even then, it was iffy.

"It will be next weekend at-"

"NEXT WEEKEND?!" shrieked Galinda.

"Well, yes-"

"HOW IN OZ'S NAME AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND A DRESS IN TIME?!"

"Galinda, you have a million-" started Elphaba.

"SHOES! AND DRESSES! AND HAIR! OH MY!!"

Dr Dillamond was losing patience. "Now, if we can calm down- Miss Galinda- we can look at the belief in the Kumbric Witch and how it affect early setters…"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"But it'll be fun!!" wheedled Galinda.

"N-O. No."

"Why won't you go, Elphie?"

"Besides the fact that social events make me gag?"

"Well, yeah."

"Number one: I would never get a date. Who wants to go to a dance with the most hated vegetable ever: broccoli?"

"Silly! You don't need a date!"

"Number two," continued Elphaba. "I am not buying a new dress for five hours of torture. So, no."

Galinda laughed. "Is that why you won't go? I can make you a dress, Elphie! Sewing's my thing! I'm already working on mine. Don't look! It's gonna be a surprise. In fact…" She ran to her closet. "I know it's in here somewhere… hmmm… ah hah!" Triumphant, she pulled out a deep purple dress. It was incredibly poofy and frilly.

"How's this?"

"Well, it's incredibly poofy and frilly," noted Elphaba dryly.

"Oh, I'll tailor it for you."

She sighed. "Fine. Whatever."

"So you'll go?!" Galinda squealed.

"Can I just point out the last time you really wanted me to go to a dance?"

"Oh, pffh. We're friends now, right?"

Elphaba grinned. "Unfortunately."

Yet it wasn't the prospect of a new dress that convinced Elphaba to go. (Though, she admitted grudgingly, she was curious as to what Galinda would make for her.) No, it was the opportunity to see Fiyero all dolled up. If he looked hot now, just think how hot he'd look in a tux!

Then there was also the small small small itty bitty hope that he would ask her to the dance. Elphaba tried not to dwell on this.

She never hoped, ever. That way, she was never disappointed.

A/n: Hola! Had this idea at prom... I was miserable, and thought, "WWED?". As in, "What would Elphaba do?". Then this idea formed... And prom was sudenly a lot more interesting. (Plus, Ms V stayed near my group of friends to whole night, so we got to talk to her for a good part of prom. Which is always good.) Since most of our AP World Lit class was there (there's only ten of us total), we got a picture of all of us and Ms V together. The picture is now on her board. And on my mirror. :)

ANYWAYS, nearly every character in here is based on a person I know. So... yeah. I wanted you all to know that.

Heart Always,

Yorkie