Galinda flounced into class a couple minutes late. After Elphaba's makeover, she'd barely had any time to get ready herself. She'd even had to skip her daily mask and deep conditioning hair cream. That's what made her so goodly - sacrificing her happiness for her poor, unfortunately unpopular roommate.

Galinda waved at her friends from the front of the class, oblivious to the annoyed stare from the teacher. Finally, she spotted Fiyero next to Elphaba. She bounced over to the seat next to him, which was occupied by some boy she didn't remember. "Could I sit here pretty, pretty please?" She batted her eyes in an irresistible maneuver that always got her way, and the boy smiled and moved to the empty seat two rows over.

"Oh Fiyero darling, I've had the longest day already. I'm simply exhaustificated." He merely smiled kindly and nodded. "Elphaba's makeover was so draining, and I had to hurry to get ready myself. But now she looks so pretty, don't you think?" Elphaba had rolled her eyes at Galinda's speech. Perhaps she should have noticed her little project was within earshot.

Fiyero glanced next to him at Elphaba as if he hadn't noticed, his eyes wandering up and down her in an appraising fashion. "Yes she does. You're very sweet to care about your friend's appearance."

She smiled proudly. "Yes, well," she blushed at his praise. Leaning her head on his shoulder, she noticed his fingers were an odd color as he was taking notes. Wait – Fiyero was taking notes? She leaned over to get a better look.

Doodles. That was more like Fiyero, though as she looked over them, she saw they were really good. The details were amazing, and she recognized Elphaba and herself as well as Fiyero in a couple sketches. "Fiyero, these drawings are great! How long have you been doing them?"

"Shhh, not so loud Galinda. Remember we're in class?" She apologized sheepishly; she had spoken a little loudly she guessed. "It's ok. Do you really think they're good?" he asked so surprisingly shyly. She'd never seen Fiyero shy about anything.

Glancing back down, she smiled, "Yes, they're very well-drawn. Ooh, I look so pretty in this one," pointing to a picture of the three of them by a tree. She did notice Elphaba seemed to be in more of the sketches, but surely Galinda was featured in more on the other pages. Naturally he would want a new subject after drawing her so often, simply to contrast.

She sighed happily as Fiyero returned to his doodling, and she reached for his other hand. She so loved to hold hands with him. He made her feel so special, and she knew all the other girls were ever so jealous. As she took his hand, she noticed that odd color again. Almost like…makeup. Lavender makeup. Just like the kind she had decorated Elphaba with.

"Fiyero, why are your hands purple? Do you have makeup on them?"

Fiyero froze, praying Galinda hadn't asked what he thought she had. He contemplated his options, not really coming across a good response.

"Yeah, you had Elphaba drenched in it, so I thought you wouldn't miss a little. By the way, she doesn't need it, and you're horribly blind if you think she does." Um, not a good idea if he wanted to live.

"I saw her looking so beautiful from your wonderful makeover that I couldn't help but put the moves on her right then and there." Also, not so great.

Maybe: "I was so envious of her new look I thought I'd steal some for myself. Do I look manly in lavender?" Ok, strike three.

Galinda looked so confused, and Fiyero couldn't stand the idea of hurting her (or how she'd hurt him afterwards; those nails should be considered a deadly weapon). He wracked his brain for a plausible half-truth or a charming little white lie, cursing his feeble mental abilities. If only he were smarter, he would be able find a way out of this.

Finally, he decided to go for a long shot: distraction. "Hmm, what? Oh, wow, is that a new sweater? It looks great on you. It really brings out your nail polish." A little over the top, but she seemed to be buying it. Her face lit up, and she gushed about her fashion choices for the rest of class. He took the opportunity to subtly wipe the rest of the makeup on his pants. That had been close.

With class over, Galinda's friends had descended on her immediately, and Fiyero dawdled with his books to stay behind. As Galinda never carried any books, knowing she could easily share should she actually have to pay attention someday, she was usually gone pretty quickly. The crowd swept her out the door before she even noticed he wasn't beside her.

Free, he turned to Elphaba, only to realize she'd already left.

He told himself that his interest in spending more time with her was totally platonic, a reflection of her remarkably interesting personality and his dully limited entertainment. While Galinda was adorable, she was not much of a conversationalist, and Elphaba really inspired him to think, which he was learning could actually be enjoyable.

He convinced himself that the fact she was also strikingly beautiful had no bearing in the matter. How everyone seemed to miss that fact constantly amazed him. It was so clear once you were past the distraction of her skin color. Even the green enhanced her natural unique beauty, her mystique. She was definitely one of a kind. The Galindas of the world would always have better fashion and makeup to make themselves beautiful, but Elphaba was beyond the need for such things. That was the reason why he always drew her. Surely, that was the only reason.

Fiyero found a spot under a tree outside to draw his favorite subject again.