I'm posting two chapters so I can finish this story becuzzzzzz I'm going to Disneyland! Hooray!
"This is it!" Galinda said nervously, bouncing up and down on her heels. She linked her arm with Avaric's and pushed open the door. Stepping onto the top step of the Shiz auditorium, Galinda threw out her arms dramatically, showing off her dress and exclaimed. "YOU ARE NOW FREE TO WORSHIP ME!" But all eyes were drawn to two figures standing at the opposite entrance. Galinda traced their path and looked up at the two figures, in identical outfits to hers and Avaric's. "SHE IS NOT WEARING THE SAME DRESS AS ME!" She shrieked. "TELL ME SHE ISN'T!"
"Um." Avaric started. "Elphaba is not standing across from us drawing more attention than you are in the same dress."
Galinda dug her heel into his foot.
"So, what's the plan boss?" Avaric asked, wincing in pain.
"We get down there and start making rounds before they do." Galinda ordered, putting on her smile again and pulling Avaric down the stairs. They pushed through the crowd, greeting people at random, repeating "vote for Galindavric" over and over until they came face to face with Fiyero and Elphaba in the middle.
"Hey you two." Galinda said sweetly, and then turned to Elphaba. "Elphie, that's a lovely shade of complete and utter betrayal you're wearing tonight!"
"And what a nice suit you have there, Avaric!" Fiyero exclaimed. "Although it seems a little repetitive."
Boq came up behind them, wheeling Nessa along with him. "We all just want to have a good time here, no competition." He tried.
"Yeah!" Nessa said happily. "We're all friends here!"
"Don't worry, darling." Galinda said through clenched teeth. "We're all friends indeed." She turned to face the crowd. "And now...WE PROM!"
A student stepped on to the stage in front. "The polls for prom king and queen are now open for the next hour." He turned up the music and left the podium.
"Come on." Fiyero said urgently. "We have to get there before Galinda and Avaric."
When they reached the tight boxes set up in the brightly lit hallway, they were too late and Galinda and Avaric were already casting their ballots and posing for pictures like politicians.
"...think they're so good." Fiyero muttered.
"Don't be jealous of Avaric." But Fiyero didn't answer Elphaba. "Sweet Oz, you're jealous of Galinda aren't you?" She squeezed his hand. "You worked so hard for this, just enjoy yourself."
Fiyero grimaced as the gathering crowd applauded Galinda and muttered under his breath. "Hate. World. Revenge. Soon. Urge to sabotage. Rising."
Galinda and Avaric exited the hall and everyone turned to Fiyero and Elphaba expectantly. They walked up and cast their ballots before returning to the dark, crowded auditorium. Everywhere Lurlinemas lights hung as decoration and there was the typical punch table along the side.
Elphaba watched the lonely people along the side, trying to blend in with the walls. "Look at them; no one's even talking to them!"
"Come on!" Fiyero pulled her. "We've got to mingle!"
"That's like twenty votes, if you just let me keep them a bit of company!" She argued. "One of them is my sister!"
"She's got Boq, she's fine!" He defended.
"Don't be a jerk just because Galinda got a bit ahead of you!" Elphaba pulled away from him.
"I'm not being a jerk, I'm winning!"
"Well if you're winning, let me go!" She yelled over the music.
"Trouble in paradise?" Avaric called cheerfully, gliding his way over to them.
"Not at all." Fiyero rushed, sliding an arm around Elphaba's waist.
"Fiyero's being an insensitive jerk, who won't let me talk to the wallflowers." Elphaba said honestly.
"I'll come." Avaric suggested happily. "I think Boq needs some advice on hats." He nudged Galinda.
"Sure." Galinda agreed. "I'd like to have this dance with Fiyero." She took Fiyero's hand and led him deeper into the crowd. "Consider yourself toast, Tiggular. Warm, buttery toast."
Fiyero grinned. "I'm just that delicious, aren't I?"
Galinda scoffed. "We've made rounds like three times and you?"
"We argued." Fiyero admitted.
Throwing her head back in laughter, Galinda exclaimed. "That's what you get for challenging the prom queen!"
Another student turned down the music and announced there were twenty minutes to cast their vote.
"Twenty minutes and not one greeting to one student." Galinda reprimanded. "Looks like your girlfriend's dedication to the underdogs is ruining your pull."
"Doesn't it bother you that your boyfriend would rather chat up Biq about out-of-date hats?"
"He's saving the perfect song for me!" Galinda screamed.
"In that case you'll be doing the Chicken Dance." Fiyero joked.
"And you're stupid if you think Elphie's gonna dance with you at all!" Galinda teased, flailing her arms around to the beat.
"POLLS ARE NOW CLOSING FOR PROM MONARCHY! LAST CHANCE TO VOTE!" Echoed through the auditorium.
Elphaba and Avaric approached Galinda and Fiyero. "Wow I can feel the tension." Avaric commented, taking Galinda's hand.
"What were you two talking about?" Elphaba asked.
"How excited we are to see who's going to win." Fiyero answered.
A student with a big bow tie and thick glasses stepped onto the stage and cleared his throat loudly, trying to get everyone's attention, but to no avail.
"QUIET!" Galinda screamed at the top of her lungs. "THEY'RE ANNOUNCING WINNERS!"
The room went silent immediately.
"I am pleased to announce that the next Shiz University prom king and queen are..." The student trailed off into an unbearable silence.
"JUST ANNOUNCE IT ALREADY!"
Everyone looked at Galinda, who looked at the ceiling innocently.
"The next Shiz University prom king and queen are...BIQ- I MEAN BOQ MUNCHKIN AND NESSAROSE THROPP!"
Galinda and Fiyero's jaws dropped in a speechless, angry silence. Both were turning slightly red and clenching their fists. A tear fled Galinda's eye and Fiyero whimpered.
The crowns were set on Boq and Nessa's heads and when offered the microphone, Boq took it and shouted. "EAT YOUR HEART OUT FIYERABA!"
"AND GALINDAVRIC!" Nessa added with a laugh. Boq wheeled her away and they were swarmed by everyone, leaving Galinda, Avaric, Fiyero and Elphaba standing in the back of the room alone.