Glinda sat brushing her hair at the desk turned vanity table. There lay in
front of her a silver mirror, a few cosmetics, along with a small box of
accessories. She ignored the person entering the room, and continued
focusing on brushing out her blonde curls.
"Oh..." thought Glinda as her brush stopped at a particularly stubborn curl. "Damn it!" she cursed under her breath. A gentle hand reached out and plucked the brush out of her hand. She allowed it to finish the task of taming her unruly curls before snatching back the brush. She then set the brush down and huffily went over to sit on the bed.
"Thank you for your help. I can assure you it will not be needed in the future as I will be leaving tomorrow morning," she remarked coldly.
"Glinda...I'm sorry," replied Elphaba softly.
"You should be. You left me thinking you were dead! When I found out you were alive, I came here to see you and bring you back to the city. Instead you attempted to shut me out and then told me to go home! Did you not trust me enough to let me know you were still alive? Do you think now that I know you are in fact living that I'm going to send a mob of angry Ozians to destroy you or that I'm going to force you to come back to the city?
"Glinda, I trust you wholeheartedly. I just did what I thought was best for the both of us, especially you. Without me you could go on with your life as Glinda the Good. You wouldn't have to spend all your time defending me and trying to prove my innocence. Plus I wouldn't be there to mess things up again.
"I told you before we seperated that we both had blame to share, and that none of it mattered anymore. You stood up for what you believed in; you fought for what you felt was right. That's more than I ever did. I simply wanted to fit in and be popular. I never bothered with what was happening around me unless it affected me, but let's not talk about that anymore. I forgive you, now stop standing around, and come sit next to me; I have so much to tell you. We'll pretend like we're roomies at Shiz again. You tell me a secret, and I'll tell you one."
Elphaba couldn't help smiling. Exchanging secrets was one of the first acts they'd done at the start of their friendship. Now, they were restarting their friendship.
Elphaba thought for a moment as she settled herself on the bed. "When we first parted, I used to fly back into the city every night and watch you to make sure you were holding up. "
"Really Elphie? I knew I wasn't going crazy when I heard noises outside my window. Wait a minute, how did you find out where I live?
"It would've been rather difficult had it not been for the gilded plaque on the gate wall that said 'Welcome to the home of Glinda the Good.'
"Oh.
"You still snore too.
"I do not!
"Not as loud as you used to.
"Elphie! You're joking aren't you?
"No, I'm not. Luckily I was used to Nessa's, otherwise you would've kept me up all those nights when we were room mates.
"Nevermind that," said Glinda, eager to change to subject. "My turn. I'm in love!"
"Really?" responded Elphaba raising an eyebrow. "With whom?"
Glinda eagerly lept off the bed and began to dig furiously into one of her suitcases. Out of the luggage emerged two items, the brown paper covered package from the bookstore owner and the latest edition of 'Ozmopolitan.' Glinda tossed the package onto the bed.
"That's for you from Geoffery the Rhinocerous, who owns the bookstore I go to," she said. Elphaba set the gift aside as Glinda whipped open the magazine.
"And this is the love of my life Calen Hutchinson!
"I can see why. He's certainly stunning, with a perfect face. Surely that's not your sole reason for being in love."
"Of course not. He's a brilliant and talented musician. His singing is all the rage in Oz lately. Of course I knew him before he was famous," Glinda said beaming, failing to remember that she was taken to see him by an aquaintance.
"I assume you're to be married, and he doesn't know yet," Elphaba teased.
Glinda's face flushed. "No!" she snapped defensively. "I'm still debating whether or not to reveal my affection for him."
"Oh I see; you've got a strategy going.
"Exactly." The two girls giggled for a moment before falling into a brief, awkward silence.
"Elphie are you sure you won't go back to the Emerald City with me?" tentatively asked Glinda.
"No Glinda. I won't go," replied Elphaba firmly.
"Let's go to sleep then," said Glinda moving off the bed to push back the covers. Elphaba stood to leave.
"Elphie, stay with me please." Elphaba obligingly slid under the covers next to Glinda.
"I'm not going though," reminded Elphaba as Glinda turned down the lamp.
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Three days later:
"No I won't go!" said Elphaba defiantely.
"Elphie, is there a single article of clothing in your wardrobe that isn't black?" asked Glinda ignoring Elphaba's remark as she shifted through the many black dresses hanging in the closet.
"Well I outgrew all the pink dresses I ever owned," replied Elphaba sarcastically.
"Well don't you have anything with some sort of pattern, design, or decoration of sort?"
"You see this one," said Elphaba taking out a plain black dress, "is covered with embroidery featuring all sorts of exotic flowers. Unfortunately the dressmaker only had black thread available for use, so you can't see it."
"Hahaha, very funny Elphie. Your wardrobe needs some sort of flare, color, sparkle.
"Sorry, I don't believe in sparkles.
"We're going to have to remedy that aren't we? As I said earlier, tomorrow our first activity will be to go shopping for new clothes for you.
"I'm not going! What's wrong with my clothes anyways? They're in perfect condition, and black is my best color.
"They're plain! Wearing only black clothes makes you look boring and wicked witch-like.
"So what? Can't you just go and pick something out for me by yourself?
"No I certainly cannot! You have to try the clothes on! C'mon Elphie, it'll be fun.
"I'd rather sit through one of Madame Morrible's lectures.
"Elphie we're going shopping tomorrow, and that's final!
"Fine," said Elphaba giving in. Glinda was rarely this firm about anything, and she knew exactly how to push Elphaba into doing something Elphaba wasn't exactly willing to do. After all, she had suceeded in getting Elphaba to return back to the Emerald City with her.
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AN: Yay!!! Happy, happy, happy! See, I told you things would work out. You may be wondering a few things about Elphie's return to the city. Explantion to come in the next chapter. Not sure if I'm gonna "replay" the scene when Elphie first arrives back in town. May do a brief explantion. Anyhoo, did you musical fans notice I threw in two more "musical moments" another one from "For Good" and the scene before "Popular" ? Thanks for all the reviews. They really help motivate me. Love to you all. --Lan.
"Oh..." thought Glinda as her brush stopped at a particularly stubborn curl. "Damn it!" she cursed under her breath. A gentle hand reached out and plucked the brush out of her hand. She allowed it to finish the task of taming her unruly curls before snatching back the brush. She then set the brush down and huffily went over to sit on the bed.
"Thank you for your help. I can assure you it will not be needed in the future as I will be leaving tomorrow morning," she remarked coldly.
"Glinda...I'm sorry," replied Elphaba softly.
"You should be. You left me thinking you were dead! When I found out you were alive, I came here to see you and bring you back to the city. Instead you attempted to shut me out and then told me to go home! Did you not trust me enough to let me know you were still alive? Do you think now that I know you are in fact living that I'm going to send a mob of angry Ozians to destroy you or that I'm going to force you to come back to the city?
"Glinda, I trust you wholeheartedly. I just did what I thought was best for the both of us, especially you. Without me you could go on with your life as Glinda the Good. You wouldn't have to spend all your time defending me and trying to prove my innocence. Plus I wouldn't be there to mess things up again.
"I told you before we seperated that we both had blame to share, and that none of it mattered anymore. You stood up for what you believed in; you fought for what you felt was right. That's more than I ever did. I simply wanted to fit in and be popular. I never bothered with what was happening around me unless it affected me, but let's not talk about that anymore. I forgive you, now stop standing around, and come sit next to me; I have so much to tell you. We'll pretend like we're roomies at Shiz again. You tell me a secret, and I'll tell you one."
Elphaba couldn't help smiling. Exchanging secrets was one of the first acts they'd done at the start of their friendship. Now, they were restarting their friendship.
Elphaba thought for a moment as she settled herself on the bed. "When we first parted, I used to fly back into the city every night and watch you to make sure you were holding up. "
"Really Elphie? I knew I wasn't going crazy when I heard noises outside my window. Wait a minute, how did you find out where I live?
"It would've been rather difficult had it not been for the gilded plaque on the gate wall that said 'Welcome to the home of Glinda the Good.'
"Oh.
"You still snore too.
"I do not!
"Not as loud as you used to.
"Elphie! You're joking aren't you?
"No, I'm not. Luckily I was used to Nessa's, otherwise you would've kept me up all those nights when we were room mates.
"Nevermind that," said Glinda, eager to change to subject. "My turn. I'm in love!"
"Really?" responded Elphaba raising an eyebrow. "With whom?"
Glinda eagerly lept off the bed and began to dig furiously into one of her suitcases. Out of the luggage emerged two items, the brown paper covered package from the bookstore owner and the latest edition of 'Ozmopolitan.' Glinda tossed the package onto the bed.
"That's for you from Geoffery the Rhinocerous, who owns the bookstore I go to," she said. Elphaba set the gift aside as Glinda whipped open the magazine.
"And this is the love of my life Calen Hutchinson!
"I can see why. He's certainly stunning, with a perfect face. Surely that's not your sole reason for being in love."
"Of course not. He's a brilliant and talented musician. His singing is all the rage in Oz lately. Of course I knew him before he was famous," Glinda said beaming, failing to remember that she was taken to see him by an aquaintance.
"I assume you're to be married, and he doesn't know yet," Elphaba teased.
Glinda's face flushed. "No!" she snapped defensively. "I'm still debating whether or not to reveal my affection for him."
"Oh I see; you've got a strategy going.
"Exactly." The two girls giggled for a moment before falling into a brief, awkward silence.
"Elphie are you sure you won't go back to the Emerald City with me?" tentatively asked Glinda.
"No Glinda. I won't go," replied Elphaba firmly.
"Let's go to sleep then," said Glinda moving off the bed to push back the covers. Elphaba stood to leave.
"Elphie, stay with me please." Elphaba obligingly slid under the covers next to Glinda.
"I'm not going though," reminded Elphaba as Glinda turned down the lamp.
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Three days later:
"No I won't go!" said Elphaba defiantely.
"Elphie, is there a single article of clothing in your wardrobe that isn't black?" asked Glinda ignoring Elphaba's remark as she shifted through the many black dresses hanging in the closet.
"Well I outgrew all the pink dresses I ever owned," replied Elphaba sarcastically.
"Well don't you have anything with some sort of pattern, design, or decoration of sort?"
"You see this one," said Elphaba taking out a plain black dress, "is covered with embroidery featuring all sorts of exotic flowers. Unfortunately the dressmaker only had black thread available for use, so you can't see it."
"Hahaha, very funny Elphie. Your wardrobe needs some sort of flare, color, sparkle.
"Sorry, I don't believe in sparkles.
"We're going to have to remedy that aren't we? As I said earlier, tomorrow our first activity will be to go shopping for new clothes for you.
"I'm not going! What's wrong with my clothes anyways? They're in perfect condition, and black is my best color.
"They're plain! Wearing only black clothes makes you look boring and wicked witch-like.
"So what? Can't you just go and pick something out for me by yourself?
"No I certainly cannot! You have to try the clothes on! C'mon Elphie, it'll be fun.
"I'd rather sit through one of Madame Morrible's lectures.
"Elphie we're going shopping tomorrow, and that's final!
"Fine," said Elphaba giving in. Glinda was rarely this firm about anything, and she knew exactly how to push Elphaba into doing something Elphaba wasn't exactly willing to do. After all, she had suceeded in getting Elphaba to return back to the Emerald City with her.
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AN: Yay!!! Happy, happy, happy! See, I told you things would work out. You may be wondering a few things about Elphie's return to the city. Explantion to come in the next chapter. Not sure if I'm gonna "replay" the scene when Elphie first arrives back in town. May do a brief explantion. Anyhoo, did you musical fans notice I threw in two more "musical moments" another one from "For Good" and the scene before "Popular" ? Thanks for all the reviews. They really help motivate me. Love to you all. --Lan.