Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Question: OTHER than the fact that her mom died, why is Elphaba so depressed? Or emmotional?
Answer: I don't want to give it all away. But I will say this.... it's partially due to her mother's death, and partially due to her father.....
Question: was it Morrible who told Frex the first time? What happens when he finds out about this?
Answer: yes to the first question. As for the second, you'll find out...
Thanks to ShortieJMW for reviewing the fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth chapter, to gagakid, Hedwig466, and Issa(dot)wicked17 for reviewing the eighth chapter, and to lizziemagic for reviewing the seventh and eighth chapter.
The girls returned to the dance twenty minutes later, and joined us at the bar. Both wore looks of excitement on their faces, and they seemed to light up from within. After a moment of taking everything in, Elphaba went to Fiyero and perched on his lap, which startled him to say the least. Then, she reached out, and took a sip of his drink. Since the Ozdust was only a short walk away from the universery, cars weren't needed since everyone walked there.
"This is good. What is it?" She asked, licking her lips.
"Um... uh... it's a cocktail." We were all kind of startled. She looked at all of us.
"A cocktail?" Avaric nodded.
"Yeah, you've never had one before?" Elphaba shook her head.
"Milla and I aren't allowed to drink." She muttered, taking another sip. The Milla in question watched her friend with worry in her eyes. Her wrapped hands were again covered in blood, and quickly, Crope grabbed a napkin, dipped it in the cocktail he was drinking, and gently dabbed at the cuts on her hands. Once the bleeding had slowed, she looked up at him.
"Thank you." She whispered. He nodded. "Fabala, you-" Elphaba met her eyes, the thin lip of the glass between her pearl teeth. "Never mind." Elphaba nodded, slowly took another sip, and set the glass down, before hopping off Fiyero's lap and taking his hand.
"Come on, let's dance."
We all watched as she pulled Fiyero onto the dance floor. We'd come with our own dates, but it was a shock to see Elphaba dancing. After a while, Crope asked Milla to dance, and they joined the other couples on the dance floor. As a slow song began, everyone paired up, and began to sway back and forth gently. From our various vantage points on the dance floor, we all saw Elphaba lay her head on Fiyero's shoulder. She seemed to relax as they swayed back and forth.
"After a while, she pulled away and whispered, 'Thank you.' I didn't quite get what she was talking about. The alcohol was taking affect and it made her eyes shine in the light. 'For what?' She looked away, before turning back and saying, 'For helping Milla and I live.' I don't know what possessed me, but I leaned down and kissed her. It was quick, gentle. She tasted like alcohol, alcohol and peppermint. It's the most intoxicating taste I've ever sampled. And suddenly, I couldn't help myself. I took her hand and led her outside. We stood under the stars, just kissing and touching. We didn't go any farther than that, and for most guys they probably would have demanded more, but for me, for that night at least, it was enough."
Twenty minutes later, they returned to the dance, and joined us at the table we were sitting at. Milla at that point had loosened up more, and now sipped her own cocktail. Her hands had stopped bleeding, and she seemed to be having a good time. When she saw Elphaba, she hugged her close and kissed her.
"We need to do this again." She whispered, giggling. Clouds quickly covered Elphaba's eyes, but she blinked them away.
"What if someone tells our parents?" She said. Seeing as Elphaba only had one glass, the alcohol wasn't affecting her like it was Milla, who'd had three.
"They won't." Milla said.
"But what if they do, Mil? I don't want to leave Shiz."
Milla shrugged.
"Don't worry about it." She finished her glass, then grabbed Elphaba's hand. "Come on, Fabala." As they got up, she grabbed Crope's hand and tugged them onto the dance floor.
"For once in her young life, Milla was loosening up. She wasn't concerned about her parents finding out, about getting removed from Shiz, about anything but the music and the dancing. The dress she wore, Mrs. Thropp's blue halter, hugged her curves and fit like a second skin. I just remember running my hands over her body and feeling the silk of that dress under my hands. It was like she was wearing a nightgown made from the ocean- it was soft and smooth, and moved airily on her. I remember looking up and seeing Elphaba standing in the middle of the dance floor, arms around herself. It was like she'd switched personalities with Milla. Instead of being carefree, she was worrying about getting caught, so I grabbed her and spun her around to get her to relax. The skirt of the dress belled out around her, and after a moment, she laughed- cackled was more like it.
After a while, she left the dance floor, but by then, a slow song had come on, and Milla was snuggling into my arms, her head on my shoulder. 'I'm so glad I came. I've never had this much fun in my life.' She whispered, tilting her head to look up at me. Seconds went by, and then she rose on her toes and kissed me. When I broke the kiss, I looked up to see Elphaba and Fiyero gone."
