Hey everyone! I'm a little nervous about posting this story since it's my first, but here goes, so please be nice! And I have a message from my editor/BFFAEAE/the person I share this account with. Christino says: IZZY'S FIRST FANFIC, BE NICE OR I'LL PUT SPIDERS IN YOUR BED =D Have a nice day.

If you haven't read Christino's story Oz, I hate you, then you should because she's just an awesomely funny person and she encouragerized me to write this!

And I realize the title isn't proper grammar, but I promise you'll see why in a few chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own WICKED, but I sure as hell can obsess over it and you can't bring me down. As well, there's a bunch of references to awesome stuff I also don't own, but you'll just have to wait to find out.

Galinda Upland rummaged through her bag attempting to find her keys. She knew they were in this bag somewhere, the problem was, she happened to have three different versions of this bag. They were gifts from her Popsicle for making it up to exam time.

Bleh. Exam time. Of course, Galinda couldn't be bothered to study. After all, she had way too much on her plate. Her Shizbook page needed to be updated hourly, she constantly had to be referee for her wannabes, she was overcoming a devastating breakup with her boyfriend Fiyero Tigelaar (well maybe not so devastating since she broke up with him), and above all Galinda needed to keep her roommate Elphaba Thropp in check. The two had overcome their immense differences despite her little skin... problem. Galinda knew it wasn't easy being green, but imagine being the gorgeous, popular friend of the green girl! As far as Galinda was concerned, they should name a church after her...or at least a tree or something. Still, Elphaba spent all her time studying. Oz, she was uptight. In a way, it was frustrating.

Galinda decided just to knock instead.

Inside the room, Elphaba was revising her science notes. She was confident that she knew the material, but not confident enough to go shopping like her roommate. A knock sounded at the door.

"You have a key for a reason."

"It's in my other bag." Came the muffled reply.

Elphaba didn't have to see Galinda's face to know that she was pouting, even if the door was the only one to see it. Careful not to disturb any of her notes, Elphaba hopped off her bed and opened the door, before immediately returning to the anatomy of an Animal.

Galinda tossed the bags into her closet and flopped on her bed. "Oh sigh." There was no response. "Oh sigh." Still nothing. "OH SIGH!"

"Can I help you Galinda?" Elphaba didn't sound pleased.

"It's just...you study so much and it doesn't even matter! This exam won't even affect anything on your report card. You could get a zero and pass. What's the point? I mean...you could be shopping or you know...having a life."

Elphaba knew Galinda didn't mean to be offensive, but she couldn't help letting that statement strike her. She had to do well. She had to prove something. It was like a competition with herself...and the rest of the world. All her life she'd been ridiculed because of her skin tone and she had to prove she was good at something. Not art. Not athletics. Not beauty. Serious studying was all that she had. Galinda could spend eternity with her and still never understand that. Still she left Galinda's comment unacknowledged.

"Oh come on Elphie...don't be that way. We're BFFAEAEs and I have to tell you the truth."

"Dare I ask what a BFFAEAE is? "

"Oh silly! It MEANS Best Friends Forever And Ever And Ever!"

"Alright BFFAEAE! Why don't you go to the lounge and think of some more clever names?" Elphaba's voice assumed its natural sarcastic self defence.

"You're being sarcastilicious again."

"Nooooooooo..."

Galinda pouted. "You know Elphie, I tried to make you popular and you totally wasted it. I mean Fiyero totally oglified you that day."

That statement caught Elphaba off guard. Fiyero was a touchy subject. "Uh...oh really...well...wait! Weren't you two dating still?"

"Oh my poor sweet ignorant Elphie, you must learn the ways of the popular. Fiyero and I were a prince and princess, but while he's dancing through life in his pants MUCH too tight...I just wanted to get to his roommate."

"You mean Avaric? That drunken bastard! He believes in the Animal bans!"

"Yes, yes. Everyone heard your drunken argument..."

"I WAS NOT DRUNK."

"You were facing opposite directions, staring at a wall, but having a conversation."

Elphie cackled. "That was one hell of a Lurlinemas party."

"Oh yeah...then Fiyero starting giving us a lecture on dancing through li- ELPHIE! I HAD THE MOST INTELLIGILLIANT IDEA! FIYERO CAN BE YOUR COACH!"

Elphaba couldn't believe this. What could Fiyero possibly have, or want to do with her.

"I am most certainly not allowing Fiyero Tigelaar to teach me ANYTHING!"

But it was too late. Galinda was already out the door. "Don't worry Elphie! This time tomorrow a careless you will be thankifying me! EEEEEE!"

"Oh Oz."

Fiyero had a dilemma. He was so hungry, but he JUST sat down after a hard day of perfecting his perfect hair. Desperately searching his dorm for something edible he realized just how messy it was. Not that he was a messy person, it just kind of happened. Then he saw it. Leftover pizza from last night's rendezvous with Avaric. Maybe if I just kinda reached I could stay on the couch. Just as he sprawled out grabbing the pizza, there was a loud knock at the door and Fiyero startled, knocking himself off the couch.

"Oh Shiz...JUST A MINUTE!"

"Fiyero! THIS IS URGENT!" That's weird. It sounded like Galinda...what the-

Fiyero took his time casually opening the door.

"Why...hello there."

Galinda's smirk turned into a scowl. "That's not funny. I could have been seriously hurt. What were you doing anyway...lying on the couch?"

"Actually, I was stretching and what is this, a test? I'm not Elphie."

In a business like tone Galinda replied, "You see our good friend Elphie needs some help in being brainless and I think you could totally help her."

"Is that an insult or a compliment?"

"This could be your opportunity to...get to know her better." Galinda wiggled her eyebrows.

"Hey don't do that. That's my thing." Fiyero was getting a little tense.

"Please please please please pretty please with cherries and pink sprinkles and whatever icky boy stuff you're into just help her." Galinda whined.

Fiyero tried to walk away, but Galinda just followed him with puppy dog eyes.

"Galinda, I really don't wanna do this. She doesn't even like me and I don't like her."

They continued shuffling around the room until Fiyero stepped out and Galinda; quick as lightning, slammed the door shut and locked it.

"GALINDA! LET ME IN!"

"Not until you agree."

"NO!"

"YES!"

"NO!"

"YES!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"GOOD!"

"GOOD!"

Galinda pranced out of Fiyero's room and stopped halfway down the hall.

"You can meet her in the lounge tomorrow at eight."

Fiyero just sighed and returned to his couch.

Thank you so much for reading this! May the wickedness be with you.