Alrighty folks...sorry the update took so long, I'm in a new play, and I found out I'm going to be moving soon, so there's just a wee bit going on in my life. This chapter sucks, but Fiyero has come.
Fiyero knocked on the door of his girlfriend's room, tossing his perfect blonde hair back, though it fell right back between his eyes fashionably. He leaned against the door frame, waiting for someone to open the door. He had begun singing a song under his breath, something about a handsome swain, when he heard a moan come from inside the room.
"Galinda?" he asked anxiously, knocking on the door again. Galinda opened the door, and frolicked to the bathroom, resuming her makeup application. "Fiyero, dearest, we're going to bring Elphie along with us tonight. She needs to learn to behave properly in publicand eat well. Her table manners are that of a beast."
The young prince's eyes widened to extraordinary proportions as he turned and saw Elphaba slumped over in a chair next to her bed, duct tape binding her tight-clad legs to the chair. Wait...Elphaba was wearing tights? It was then that he noticed much was wrong with Elphaba. There was gold nail polish on her fingernails, and although the gold went well with the green, this was not Elphie. She was wearing a deep blue dress with ruffles. Her raven hair had been curled. And...oh god...she was wearing mascara, along with other makeup products.
Her tortured green eyes met his, and she croaked out, "Fiyero? Fiyero is that you?"
He went down on his knees in front of her, and began removing the duct tape. "Elphaba...Elphaba, what happened?"
"All I asked for was help with my social etiquette...that's it. Makeovers have nothing to do with social etiquette! And look where it got me. Fiyero...I've been 'Galindafied'..."
"Elphaba! We talked about this! You know Galinda was in Cosmetologists Anonymous! You give her an inch, she goes a mile...how could you give her such an opportunity?" Fiyero scolded as he finished ripping off the tape.
Elphaba turned her gaze to the ceiling, "I don't know...I forgot...I was just so desperate to pass all my classes...she was my only option. I didn't think she'd fall off the wagon so easily."
Fiyero looked semi-satisfied with her excuse as he pulled her out of the chair. She struggled with the heels, afraid she would twist an ankle.
"Alright...but you can't let this continue. You could get seriously hurt...you were lucky she didn't have a flat iron!" he warned, flashing himself a smile in the nearest mirror and reaching for his breath spray.
Briefly wondering how Fiyero knew so much about fashion and its tools, Elphie spread her arms wide in a helpless gesture. "Fiyero, I have to pass this class, and whether or not you and I like it, Galinda is the only way that is going to happen."
He rounded on the green girl, about to continue arguing, when he saw a pink blur cross the room, and begin reapplying lip gloss, and rearranging the black locks of her roommate. "Are we ready?"
Elphaba and Fiyero's eyes locked, and Elphie invoked one of her favorite phrases, "Come what may and hell to pay."
On the way out, Fiyero spotted a bottle of horse shampoo on a dresser, and pitied Elphaba for a moment. The poor girl had a lot coming for her.
I know it was awful, but the next will be much longer, much better, and more humorous. Dinner with Galinda...hm...