Hope you like my story. I don't own anything, sadly.
~YIMH
The Inspection of one's self
Elphaba sat on her bed reading some dusty old tome or another, enjoying the silence. Her bubbly roommate and new friend Galinda hadn't stopped rambling since a few nights ago, when she told her she thought the green girl was beautiful. Now she was distracted from her reading, she couldn't believe someone had called her, her, the artichoke, beautiful. She then couldn't help thinking about Fiyero; handsome, amazing Fiyero. 'You don't have to do that, you know' he had said to her. She couldn't help but wonder exactly what he had meant.
By now she was far too distracted to continue reading and shut her thick book. She stared idly about the room her eyes finally landed on the full body mirror on Galinda's half of the room; she chuckled to herself but stood up and walked over anyways.
Green. When you looked at her you could only see green. Elphie inspected herself; though she felt completely silly. Her eyes were the color of dirt, plain and boring dirt, she sighed and moved on. Her nose was sharp and jagged like her chin. Her lips were full and pouty, and she decided she didn't like them either. Her ebony hair was gently waved, which annoyed her, and she threw it into a braid before moving on. She looked at her reflection and frowned slightly. Her breasts were considerably smaller than most girls (especially Galinda) though she had never been one to care about that kind of thing, because she had never needed to. Her waist had no shape to it; she was skinny and bony and had no curves to speak of. Her legs were that of a chicken's (or Chicken's) and she hated how she was slightly bow-legged. She sighed and returned to her bed calling herself silly for caring about these kinds of things and drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Fiyero was lying in his bed thinking about someone, though not the girl he should be thinking about; especially at this hour.
Green. That was all he could think about was Elphaba. Her enticing eyes the color of rich soil with bits of sparkling mica. Her nose was pointed but he couldn't help but think it was cute. He thought about her full, luscious lips that he had to keep himself from kissing several time since they first met. Her shining midnight coloured locks that he wanted to tangle his hands in, he didn't like when she wore it in a braid and he couldn't see it flowing hypnotically behind her. He couldn't help thinking about her breasts, though not as…..ample as his girlfriend's, he couldn't act like he didn't notice. He figured that underneath her dull, shapeless frocks she hid some curves. He blushed at the thought. The verdant girl only showed her legs in class a few times in class they were a smooth, beautiful emerald color, like the rest of her. He sighed to himself as he drifted of to his personal land-of-what-might-have-been.