A/N: read and review, you guys!.

Disclaimer: Wicked and Rent aren't mine. Gah, not fair!

Another A/N: Separated into sort of mini-chapters. Same day, different conversations between different characters. Enjoy!

Later that day, Collins and Angel came to the loft. Angel loved Elphaba's outfit, and tried to ask her about it. Thankfully, Mimi stopped the drummer before anything bad could happen. Glinda volunteered to tell the two hers and Elphaba's story, and so they went to sit at the small table/counter in the kitchen area.

"So, Glinda, you single?" Collins asked. He found the little blond kid funny. Angel gasped playfully, and Collins snaked an arm around her waist. She giggled, and Glinda found it sweet.

"If you don't mind me asking, Angel," Glinda began. Angel got worried that she was going to ask something about why she dressed like a woman. Collins saw the worried look on his lover's face, and he grabbed her hand reassuringly. "I would like to know-" Angel shut her eyes "-where you got your shirt? It's amazing!" Angel breathed a sigh of relief. She began to tell Glinda all about how she designed her own clothes, and the three fell into a comfortable conversation. Although Angel did most of the talking.

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Joanne was quietly comforting to Maureen. The drama queen was very worked up about Elphaba. She was scared that Elphaba made her float. She also thought that she could have some psycho twin who enjoyed to paint herself green. Joanne had a gut feeling that Elphaba was real, and really from Oz, even if those thoughts were seriously putting her sanity on the line. Maureen was cuddled on the couch with the lawyer, who was holding her tight.

"Momo, baby, calm down, alright?" Joanne said to her girlfriend. Maureen was shaking violently, and sobs were escaping her lips now and again. "Come on, Honeybear, it's okay. It's okay. Shhhh, it's okay." Maureen grasped the lawyer's hand.

"Oh God, Joanne," Maureen whispered shakily. "I didn't even realize how scary it was. She...how did she do that?" She paused for a moment, then felt her stomach lurch. "Oh, God, Joanne, I think that I'm..." Maureen got up and bolted to the bathroom. She pulled her hair back and emptied her stomach into the toilet. After puking up about half of her stomach, she felt a comforting hand rub her back, and when she was done, she looked up. The hand was Glinda's.

"I know that you probably weren't expecting to see me here," she said sheepishly. Maureen just looked at her. "Well, I mean, Collins and Angel started kissing, and they do it all gross, and then I heard you coming in here." Maureen smiled weakly.

"Thanks, Glinda," she said. She got up and rinsed out her mouth. Once she was done, she turned to look at the small blond girl. "I guess I didn't really realize how creepy that was until after it happened. I mean, it was like a roller-coaster, you know? You go up, then you come down. Once I started to really think about it, she just did it! She pointed, then BAM! I was up in the air! God, it was so scary. Wait, you know what I'm talking about, right?" Glinda nodded.

"The first time that I got it done to me at home was scary, too," she said. She went on to explain the day Doctor Dillamond, their professor (also a goat), got taken away. Elphaba had gotten so mad that she made all of her classmates dance around crazily. This cheered Maureen up, and she went back outside. She settled next to Joanne who began running her fingers through Maureen's hair.

"You okay, Babe?" the lawyer asked. "I was about to come in when the small blond-"

"Glinda."

"-ran in to help you," she finished. Maureen nodded, and the girls sat in silence for a bit, just enjoying each other's company. Joanne kept running her fingers through Maureen's hair, causing a moan to escape her lips. Joanne stopped and looked at the diva.

"What?"

"Can you not do that?" she whined. "I just puked."

"So?"

"It turns me on."

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Roger was talking in a hushed tone to Mark. The two men were sitting quietly in Mark's room. Roger had realized that Mark did something out there that involved the green girl, but he didn't know what. Mark just kept blushing and denying that, but Roger was persistent.

"Mark, we've known each other since the fucking fourth grade!" he whispered. "You wanna tell me what the fuck you did out there that turned Greenie on?" Mark fumbled with his camera, but Roger took it out of his hands. He placed it on the bedside table and looked Mark right in the eyes.

"Her name is Elphaba," he said quietly. "Not Greenie." Roger sighed. Both him and Mimi knew that something was going on between Mark and Elphaba. The agreement was to try and find out (Mimi from Elphaba, and Roger from Mark), then tell everyone and embarrass the shit out of the two. But for Roger, it wasn't going to well.

"Mark, man, I didn't ask what her name was!" Roger said, exasperated. He stood up and started to pace. Mark just sat uncomfortably on his bed, shifting slightly every now and then. Roger noticed this and sat down. Gently, he said, "Man, please tell me?" Mark looked up at his friend and put his hands behind his back.

"There's nothing going on," he said as he crossed his fingers. Roger sighed and left the room.

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Elphaba was sitting awkwardly in Mimi's room. Her book rested on her lap, and she was fighting the strong urge to open it and read. Mimi was rummaging through her closet, insisting to give Elphaba a makeover. After a lot of persuading (and annoying) she gave in, and Mimi was now throwing around random articles of clothing.

"You know that you're about five inches shorter than me," Elphaba commented. "There's no way your clothing will ever fit me." Mimi smiled mischievously and held up a small, pink tank top. Elphaba had her nose buried in her book, so she didn't see it. Mimi cleared her throat loudly, and Elphaba looked up. When she saw the shirt, she tried to flee. Mimi blocked the door.

"Oh no you don't," she said. "You need to look really hot. I mean, come on, you're totally falling for Mark." Elphaba turned a deep shade of green. Mimi still didn't know if that was blush or not, but she thought it was. Elphaba suddenly became absorbed in the floor and shook her head. Mimi smirked. "You are! Oh my God, Elphaba, that's so cute!" Elphaba stood up and put her hands behind her back.

"You listen, and you listen good," she said threateningly as she crossed her fingers. "There is absolutely nothing going on between Mark and myself. Do you understand me, Mimi Marquez?" Mimi just rolled her eyes.

"Well, fine," she said after a short silence. "But you still agreed to a makeover, so that's what's going to happen now. Come." Elphaba reluctantly stood up. She recalled the last time this happened, with Glinda. The results were not pretty.

"Okay, you're allergic to water, right?" Mimi asked, and Elphaba nodded. "Well, how do you, like, bathe?" Elphaba told her about the oils, and Mimi told her to go and get some. She poured it onto her hand, and let out the loudest scream imaginable. Everyone flooded into the room, Glinda pushing to the front of the group.

"Elphaba? What happened?"

"The oils!" Elphaba cried. "Look at what they've done!"

A/N: it's a cliffhanger if you squint. More to come. R&R.