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Galinda watched as Elphaba ran from the room, without as much as a "thank you". She shrugged it off, she knew Elphaba could seem quite unappreciative, but she'd come around soon enough. Galinda grinned, gazing at her reflection before putting the mirror on her bedside table, sighing happily. Remembering Elphaba had run off, she opened the door to their private suite, wondering if she would be outside. She wasn't, so she gracefully swept down the hall to the bathrooms, pressing her ear to the door carefully before going inside. The bathroom was well-kept, and surprisingly clean, considering other students used them frequently.
Elphaba had to get out of there. It was her first taste of friendship, and she had no idea how long it would last. She bolted from the room, her roommate's flower still clipped into her dark, wavy hair. Elphaba ran into the bathrooms, startling some female students in the process. It was nothing new to her, and she'd given up caring what people thought of her. She'd given that up a long time ago. She stared at the green face looking back at her, with some alarm.
"Elphie?" Galinda spoke quietly; she didn't want to startle her new friend. Well, if you could call the two of them friends. "Are you here?" There was no answer, and she stepped further inside, spotting the green-faced girl instantly, who was staring – no, admiring her reflection in the smudged mirror. There was no one else in the toilets; Galinda assumed she had scared them off. Elphaba Thropp had that unfortunate effect on the people of Shiz University. She had had that same effect on Galinda many times, particularly during their first days of the new term.
"Are you okay?" Galinda stepped tentatively toward the girl, tossing her hair as she saw herself in the mirror beside Elphaba's. The mysterious girl said nothing; she simply glanced in Galinda's direction, before looking back to the mirror, touching the pink flower carefully.
"Elphie…what's wrong?" She knew she wasn't crying. Elphaba Thropp never cried, ever. No one knew why, but they did know she was as tough as the horrid boots on her feet.
"You made me…beautiful." Elphaba murmured. "Why?"
"Because…you are. Sure, you're…different. But you are." Galinda confessed. She couldn't stop herself, but she felt that, suddenly, she had feelings for this misunderstood girl in the corner. Intimate feelings. And, as much as she adored Fiyero, she didn't know what to do about them. Standing next to Elphaba, she carefully placed her hand on top of hers which was gripping the basin edge closest to her.
Elphaba looked down at their hands together, the pink-white of Galinda's skin on her green, moss-like exterior. She sighed, the gaps between her long, bony fingers becoming laced between Galinda's. Somehow, Elphaba couldn't hold back a weak smile creeping upon her lips, hidden to her friend by her long dark hair. She turned away from the mirror slightly, facing her. "This blonde, silly girl…is being nice…to me?" She thought, her brow furrowing a little.
"No…don't lie to me, Galinda. I'll…I'll never be beautiful. We both know that." Elphaba sighed, shaking her head.
Galinda desperately didn't want these feelings inside that she felt for Elphaba, but she hadn't much choice. She found the courage to make a rather bold move, and cupped Elphaba's cheek gently, turning her sharp, scrawny face to meet her gaze. "Look at me. You are." She squeezed her hand gently and sighed, somehow feeling sympathy towards the unfortunate "creature" that stood before her.
Elphaba suddenly realised that Galinda was being friendly to her, and, looking into her eyes, stepped back a little in shock. No one besides Nessarose had ever been even kind to her in all her childhood. No, this was more than friendly. "Oh sweet Oz…" she whispered inaudibly, confused as to whether the feelings were mutual inside her. "N-no, Galinda…"
She didn't know what to do. Galinda loved Fiyero, that handsome, suave, rebellious prince from Kiamo Ko. Not this awkward, phosphorescent, outcast of a girl. No, it couldn't be. Galinda bit her lip as Elphaba moved away, knowing it was wrong, and if anyone found out, she'd be cast out of high society, just like Elphaba had been all her life. "I'm sorry," she sobbed, angry with herself. "I just…I'm sorry, Elphie." And with that, she ran from the toilets, she detested looking weak in front of anyone, especially her roommate.
"Galinda…wait!" Elphaba hesitated, unsure if to follow the tearful blonde…