"Elphaba," Galinda said, poking her room mate's still form. "It's time to get up."
Elphaba groaned and peered out at her room mate. "Your outfit is boring," she pointed out.
Galinda sighed. "I know," she said, sounding a little nervous. "I tried on so many others, but none of them felt right. This was the only one I could stand to have on longer than ten seconds." Galinda knew that something was wrong. She knew she should want to wear something frilly, that she should have spent a lot more time on her hair and makeup, and that she shouldn't have woken up so early. As it was, she found herself adorned in a royal blue frock with a black belt and simple black heels. "Elphaba, wake up," she tried again.
"Lindy, I'm exhaustified." Elphaba sat bolt upright in bed, clamping her hand over her mouth. "What did I just say?"
Galinda looked like she'd smelled something foul. "You said 'exhaustified', which I know to be a perfectly suitable word, yet somehow am I revolted to hear it!"
"Something is wrong," Elphaba said, squinting one eye as if trying to train it on the problem. "Do I have time to do my hair?"
"Who knows," Galinda shrugged. "It's just class."
They were interrupted by a knock at the door. "Don't let anyone in," Elphaba cried. "I'm all... awful looking!"
Galinda rolled her eyes and made her way to the door, finding Fiyero on the other side of it. "Oh, good morning, Fiyero," she said, smiling at him politely.
"Good morning, beautiful," he replied, leaning in to kiss her.
Her hand connected with his face so fast, neither had time to react. "What was that for?"
"Oh, Oz, I'm so sorry! I don't know... Elphaba and I are both feeling a little strange this morning," Galinda said, wondering what she should do to make it up to him. Coming up with nothing, she stepped back to invite him in. "I mean, look at this outfit I'm wearing. I am quite sure that I shouldn't want to wear it, but simply couldn't abide wearing anything else."
Elphaba emerged from the bathroom, her hair pulled back in a sleek ponytail and the small amount of makeup on her face going a long way. She'd curled her eyelashes and put on mascara. A little bit of lip gloss (that looked entirely appetizing to Fiyero) and a light dusting of blush brought out her features in a way that made both her room mate and the young prince stare at her. "Oh, Fiyero," she gasped, embarassed that he was seeing her not fully dressed. "I look a fright! But maybe you could help me pick a dress," she said, the idea lighting her face.
It was hard to say how Elphaba was going to be able to find a dress, given that she owned nothing akin to the personality change she'd seemingly gone through. "Um, sure, Elphie..." Fiyero agreed, looking to Galinda for support, but finding none.
Elphaba almost fainted when she opened her wardrobe to find nothing but dreary frocks in the designated space. "This can't be right," she said. "But I know I wear them all the time... Something must be really wrong."
She turned to look at Galinda and Fiyero, waiting for them to supply just what that "something wrong" could be. "Maybe I have something," Galinda said, walking to her closet. "We don't want to be late for class."
It took Elphaba a very long time to get ready, which would have been fine if she'd been awake with the sun as usual. But Elphaba had overslept, and so she was late to class for the first time that semester.
Everybody stared when Elphaba, Fiyero and Galinda entered, a few aware of Galinda's blue dress and Elphaba's lavender one, but most simply shocked that the green girl was late.
Galinda rolled her eyes and clipped to the front of the class, but Elphaba hesitated.
"Everyone is staring at me," she said, nervously twisting the ends of her hair around her fingers.
"Well, maybe it's because you're so beautiful," Fiyero winked, unable to help himself.
Elphaba smiled slyly. "You're a smooth talker, aren't you," she drawled, leaning into him.
Fiyero forgot at that moment how to breathe, but, eager, he recovered quickly. "Only when the subject is inspiring."
"Let me know if I can help feed your imagination," she shrugged, looking seductive as all hell as she tossed that little comment over her shoulder, her hair swishing as she walked away.
Fiyero's legs felt like jelly. Flirting wtih Elphaba usually ended after one or two pathetic attempts and a withering glare or seven from said green girl. This had been... like jumping off a building. He was on fire, heat sizzling over his skin and trying to escape the collar of his shirt, and he was far too turned on to remain standing. He fell into the nearest chair and slumped down in it, hoping the entire room couldn't hear his heart beating out of his chest.
He wanted her. And he wanted her to want him. He didn't care that it seemed like something was amuck with Elphaba and Galinda. He didn't care that it was almost as if they'd switched. He couldn't reconcile getting too much out of Elphaba this way, but maybe just a kiss...
He would have to break up with Galinda, first, though. He had known that for awhile.
But if Elphaba was going to be flirting with him on a regular basis, he had to get out fast, because he didn't know how long he could resist cheating on his girlfriend if Elphaba's eyes were going to stare straight into his, looking... Looking so damn smoldering.
