Disclaimer: Nothing of Wicked belongs to me unless I happen to make up a character. I do not intend to infringe upon any copyrights or anything, I'm not weird like that 

A/N: So, my first attempt at a Wicked story. I'm in love with this show and its' wonderful characters, so I'm going to give it a go and see where it gets me. This is going to be a Gelphie story, so if that offends you, you better either read and keep quiet about it, or don't read it at all. Hope those of you who do read it enjoy. Please R&R, let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome as always, no bashing please.

Even from where she sat at her desk, pressed against the far corner of the room, Elphaba could hear the footsteps of her annoyingly blonde roommate approaching. Now Galinda certainly wasn't the only girl at Shiz who wore heels capable of making such a racket. On the contrary, many of the young ladies who roomed on this hallway found such a sound to be extremely alluring. But in the long two months that Elphaba had lived in this half bland, half pink, room, she'd come to recognize her roommate's distinctive walks. There was the walk of excitement, where the clacking sounds of those damned heels were placed so close together that one could almost think that Galinda was running up the hall. Then you had the flustered walk, where every few steps Elphaba could hear an off step, a much quieter clack amidst the louder ones. The social walk was comprised of several pairs of heels, all walking the same slow pace. Today, not much to Elphaba's surprise but most to her displeasure, she heard those heels coming faster than she'd ever heard them before. This could only mean one of two things. Galinda was either being chased up the hallway by a giant flesh-eating makeup compact, a thought that made Elphaba smile, or that Winkie prince, the one everybody was crawling over, had finally, after weeks of looks across the table and intense flirting, asked her out. And as much as Elphaba enjoyed envisioning her first idea, she knew it was the latter. Sure enough, the door to the room swung open, though Elphaba didn't bother to pick her eyes up from her reading to look. Galinda had grown quite used to the lack of attention she received from her roommate, but that didn't stop her from gloating.

"He's the most wonderful, amazing, handsome man in the whole wide world and he's all mine!"

Elphaba heard the blonde flop down onto her bed, the ample pillows letting out a soft whooshing sound as the smaller girl's weight sunk upon them. Galinda hadn't acknowledged her green roommate's presence, and it was very likely that she was talking to herself and expecting no response. Elphaba knew she shouldn't try and provoke the girl, but the temptation was just too great.

"So you finally said yes to Boq?"

She knew good and well that Galinda would never go out with Boq, but it was fun to annoy the blonde. Galinda propped herself up on her elbows and rolled her eyes at the green girl's back.

"Bick? Heavens no!"

She added a dainty little laugh to the end of the statement, a sound that made Elphaba feel quite sick.

"Fiyero! We're going out for lunch tomorrow, isn't that wonderful?"

Now it was Elphaba's turn to roll her eyes, though she still hadn't bothered to look up from her books.

"You really want my opinion of what is wonderful Miss Galinda?"

Surely the blonde wouldn't fall into such a trap, for although Galinda's grades were far from desirable, she was smart enough to know not to ask anything of the green girl.

"That was rhetorical Miss Elphaba. Why must you always be so conforon…. conofron…."

Elphaba smirked and took great pleasure in correcting the blonde.

"Confrontational?"

Galinda huffed quietly in annoyance, though she really should have expected it. When was the last time she'd won an argument of words with the artichoke? As hard as it was for her to admit, never. Elphaba stole a look over her shoulder at Galinda, who had her arms crossed and a pouty expression on her face. She was acting like a child, and Elphaba resisted the urge to just laugh at the antics. But laughing would only infuriate the blonde, and Elphaba really didn't feel like dodging airborne items getting chucked at her head with surprising force. As she turned her head back towards her book, she heard Galinda sit up on her bed.

"I really want him to like me."

Elphaba was surprised by the genuinely serious tone that the words were spoken in. How could Galinda possibly think for a second that a guy wouldn't like her? She was everything a guy could desire. Not very bright, beautiful, and easy to get. In her own way, Elphaba felt sorry for her roommate. And as much as she knew Galinda hoped otherwise, this Fiyero guy would be just like all the rest of the guys out there.

"Oh please Galinda, are we talking about the same guy here? The one who's been ogling over you ever since he first saw you? THAT Fiyero, or the other one?"

The blonde perked up instantly at the remark, and Elphaba immediately regretted having said it. She was giving Galinda false hope about the situation, and that was mean. Not that she didn't say or do other mean things, but this one wasn't provoked. Usually Elphaba's meanness was caused by remarks or actions made against her. But Galinda, at least in this moment, had made no mark against her, and so didn't deserve such comments to bolster her confidence.

"He's been ogling at me?"

The blonde had a new level of excitement in her voice, though it wasn't like she hadn't already known this. She had, but the fact that Elphaba had noticed meant that the green bean had been watching them, or at least Fiyero, which was a huge deal.

"I think somebody's jealous of me."

Now it was Galinda's turn to prod Elphaba, though it wasn't always as much fun. Sometimes the green girl would simply ignore the verbal assault, choosing to curl up on her bed with some book instead. But occasionally, Elphaba would react, and that was when it got fun. With her face hidden in her book, Elphaba blushed, her cheeks flashing a darker shade of green.

"I am NOT jealous of you."

The words were snapped quickly in the way Elphaba always spoke when she was annoyed. Galinda smiled, though it was really more of a knowing grin.

"It's okay Elphie, I don't -"

She was immediately interrupted by Elphaba, who'd spun around quickly in her chair.

"Don't call me that!"

Galinda shut up quickly, and Elphaba turned back around, her breathing coming heavier now.

"Sorry it just… came out."

The explanation went ignored, or if Elphaba had responded, it had been took soft to hear. Sensing the lull in what could barely be called a conversation, Galinda roes from her bed and went to the bathroom to prepare for bed. Elphaba took a moment to collect herself, that nickname still ringing loudly in her head. No one had ever given her a nickname before that wasn't referring to her color. How was she supposed to react to this? Seeing as she knew Galinda would be in the bathroom for awhile, Elphaba got ready for bed herself. Her dark navy nightgown was much more comfortable to sit around in than her frock. Elphaba went back to her reading, legs crossed Indian style in her chair. Ten minutes later, Galinda emerged from the bathroom in a lotion-scented cloud of steam, her body adorned with a soft pink tank top and white pajama pants. Without talking, the girls settled themselves into bed, the book never leaving Elphaba's hands, her eyes only moving off the text long enough to pull the covers up over her legs. Galinda didn't think apologizing would do anything, so she kept her mouth shut, but that didn't mean she wasn't thinking about it. She'd given nicknames to some of her friends before and it hadn't been a big deal. But then again, her and Elphaba weren't really friends. They tolerated one another's presence well enough, but tonight's incident was their typical type of conversation. One of them usually ended up yelling at the other, and Galinda could remember one particularly bad night when Elphaba had gotten so mad that she'd busted a light bulb. The exploding glass had scared both girls nearly to death, and had quickly ended the argument. Galinda stole a look over at her roommate, surprised to see that Elphaba was already asleep, her arms crossed peacefully, her book laying beside her. She looked so content in her sleep, and Galinda immediately felt awkward staring at Elphaba. Taking a deep, settling breath, she rolled over, her back now to her roommate. The blonde's thoughts kept her awake for a few minutes, but eventually she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.