Disclaimer: I do not own RENT. Or Wicked. 'Nuff said.
Note: God forgive me for all these RENT/Wicked crossovers, but it's not really my fault. Blame the characters. And desperatefans. Yep, this is another one.
Her Favorite Color
It wasn't hard for her to write. It never was, really, unless she was extremely depressed. Free associative writing was her favorite thing to do when she was upset or confused: just start writing and write whatever comes into your head. In fact, it works better if you're really not paying attention. She'd found out many things about her subconsious that way. Computers made it all the easier, it didn't take nearly as long to get a word out through your hands, and then it was easier not to think about what you were saying.
She sat, a laptop in her lap, and stared out at the room as her fingers typed away, misspelling things, perhaps, but not too often. Just keep typing, don't think about what's coming into being on the screen, just write write write. That's all that matters right now.
After ten minutes, she'd filled the screen with her words. She finished whatever sentence she was typing, and stopped. Then she let her eyes flick to the top of the screen...
She wrote of wanting someone to save her. A knight in shining armor. A prince charming. A hero. A hero, she had written, but somehow it had changed as she repeated it... she looked startled, and quickly moved on to a lower part of the page. Diamonds are a girl's best friend. Diamonds. And her favorite color, which had always been blue.
She shut the laptop quickly and loudly, causing a couple people near her to glance over curiously. But there was nothing wrong. She was imagining it. She'd been thinking about her friends and worrying a little and that's all. It was nothing. There was NOTHING there. They were friends, they were friends, and anyway, they were both still in love with their old lovers. At least... SHE was.
Wasn't she?