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Chapter 2

Glinda and Elphaba began a friendship after that night. They grew to love and appreciate one another, more so than before. Elphaba began shedding her earlier bias of Glinda, and accepted that Glinda was different from Galinda. They would spend time together, Glinda no longer afraid to be seen in the parlor sitting next to Elphaba. If Pfannee, Shenshen, or Millia made the littlest remark, Glinda would ignore it, much to Elphaba's delight and amazement. She was truly changed.

She even began studying harder, having nothing better to do with her time. Since her closest friend nowadays always had her head stuck in a book, she decided to follow suit and do the same. She found it much more pleasant this way. Her sorcery classes became easier to comprehend.

Elphie, beautiful Elphie, opened up to her more, as well. Of course she had her days. She could sure get in to a huff over nothing. Glinda was not sure she liked Elphaba on days like this, but she endured her as she had endured her before. It was those moments, days when Elphaba smiled that sent Glinda reeling back to her affectionate infatuation with Elphaba. Or when she would plop down beside Glinda, while Glinda was busy skimming through wand exercises, and want to talk instead of immediately curling up in her bed and reading the hours away. These random moments Glinda held dear to her. She thought of them whenever Elphaba would come in at night and fall on to her bed without a word exchanged between them.

Glinda would take to secretly watching Elphaba on nights like this. She felt oddly comforted when she knew Elphie was still up. She slept better knowing the beautifully tinted girl beside her was awake. It was as if she were her guardian. On those nights when she could not sleep, she would lay, feigning sleep. Her eyes, though squinted open, would memorize the shape of Elphaba's profile. She could make out Elphaba's rough edges, her sharp pointy chin and nose. She was bony, to say the least. Her breasts were hardly noticeable during the day, but at night, Glinda could make out the curb where Elphaba's breasts were. Her nightgown made them more noticeable. Her hair, that wonderful, dark long hair, made Glinda want to touch it, brush it, feel it against her skin. Glinda wondered why she was so fascinated by her roomie. She was just another girl, well that would be an understatement; she was not just another girl. She was a beautiful, smart, intelligent, green girl who Glinda secretly admired and looked up to.

Sometimes Elphaba would catch Glinda staring, and she might flush a shade of darker green. She would either pretend not to notice, or she would take notice and make a remark. "I'm not your Ama, dear." She would sneer.

And Glinda, offended, would role over, tears welling in her beautiful green eyes. What was wrong with her?

In the morning, Elphaba would be a changed person from the night before. It was always a surprise to see what sort of mood Elphie was in. Glinda would grin and bear it regardless. She was happy when Elphaba, who was always up and dressed before she even awoke, would smile at her once she was awake. She would dress and then the two would walk together to the dining hall, talking about any new findings Elphaba had discovered, had she not told Glinda about them the night before.

Glinda now knew about the notes Elphaba had hidden in their room. Sometimes, at night, Elphaba would allow her to climb in to bed with her and read over some of the pages. Glinda had insisted that she read them, with ulterior motive of course. She quite enjoyed the comfort of falling asleep beside Elphaba in Elphaba's bed. Elphie frankly didn't seem to mind. However, she only seemed to not care because she believed Glinda was genuinely interested in the writings of Dillamond. This could not be a more false statement. Glinda felt secure beside her green friend.

Things changed, however, with the arrival of Elphaba's sister. Madame Morrible had summoned Glinda into a meeting with her, to explain that since her Ama was still in the hospital, and things were not looking up, she would need to be replaced. Therefore, she was going to bring Elphaba's sister to school early so the girls would have someone to look after them since Nessarose, Elphie's sister, required a nanny.

Glinda had been scared out of her wits after that meeting with Morrible. She wasn't sure what exactly she had been scared of. Maybe she had been afraid of Morrible jumping at her and trying to kill her, the way she sometimes dreamed Morrible had done to her Ama.

"Foolish dear, she wouldn't do that." Elphaba reproached, turning away so as not to watch as Glinda pulled off her outfit and slid in to her nightgown. She didn't want Glinda watching her, so she made it a point to not watch Glinda. Glinda had returned, distraught from her meeting with Morrible. She had explained their situation and Elphaba seemed rather excited about the arrival of her sister. She just hoped that her sister would be able to adjust to life at Shiz, and not be harmed by Morrible, or anyone else. She kept her hesitations to herself, though Glinda had inquired as to why her sister required a Nanny.

"She could, though. I'm quite sure of it." Glinda was giddy as she smoothed out her silky sleeping garment.

"She could, I suppose, but why ever would she want to harm you?" Elphaba looked at the Gillikin girl. She was positively beautiful in that nightgown.

Glinda gave her a nasty look, but made no move to go to her own bed. She was like a child who never wanted to sleep in her own bed. Elphaba relented, knowing Glinda had had a frightening enough day.

As Glinda slipped in to the sheets beside Elphie, Elphaba caught a strong heavenly aroma coming from the blonde. Her curls brushed lightly against Elphie's face and for a moment she lost all the thoughts that had been rushing through her head. Elphaba could not believe she was letting her guard down this much. Only days ago she would have never let Glinda near her bed, let alone in her bed. It wasn't like it was harming her, having Glinda lay beside her, close to her almost every night. There was nothing strange about this. Glinda was in a delicate state and if sleeping with Elphaba helped her overcome her nightmares of being killed by Madame Morrible, then so be it.

"Fresh dreams, Elphie." Glinda yawned, now in a comfortable position, huddled against Elphaba.

Elphie frowned. She could no longer seem to focus on what she had been thinking about earlier. It had something to do with Animal rights and Madame Morrible. She had begun to link the two together, but upon Glinda's strident arrival back at the dorm, she had forgotten. Glinda had gotten in to her mind, her thoughts. What was it about Glinda that set her off, thinking about the most ridiculous of things? Like wondering what color Glinda's night gown would be, or which ribbon or bow Glinda would place in her beautiful blonde hair. It was so distracting, yet heartwarming.

Unbeknownst to Elphaba, Glinda was not asleep either, but was distracted by the sweet, oily smell her friend emitted. She could smell Elphaba's sweet fragrance on the sheets bellow her. She could feel Elphie's long, beautiful hair tickling her back. She loved being so close to the beautiful green girl. She wondered if she was the only one who had ever been this close to Elphie.

When Nessarose arrived, Glinda was in a dismal mood. She soon discovered that the girl would be sleeping in the same room, along with Nanny, as she and Elphaba. This changed things quiet a bit. At least Glinda believed it would. Elphaba seemed to obsess over her sister. Everything was, for the most part, about her sister. It was probably her motherly instincts that kicked in, as she had practically raised Nessa, from what Glinda had been told. This new side of Elphaba was both lovely and nauseating.

One night, Elphaba returned to the room in a rather angry mood. Nessa and Nanny were still out and about, so Glinda found herself alone with Elphaba. "Elphie? What's wrong?" Glinda inquired, setting her book down and moving to sit on the edge of Elphaba's bed.

Elphie closed her eyes and leaned her head back to touch the head board. At first she didn't speak, she just sat there, eyes closed. Glinda stared intently at her, willing her to answer her. She wasn't going to go away until Elphaba spoke. Elphie seemed to sense this and, without opening her eyes, answered. "My father doesn't love me."

"Oh, Elphaba, really. Of course your father loves you." Glinda almost giggled, but was quieted when Elphaba's dark eyes flashed open and glared at her.

"No, he really doesn't." If Elphaba cried she would be on the verge of tears, but since she seemed devoid of any emotion, she just adverted her eyes away from Glinda's and stared out the window. Glinda knew there was more to this story, so she calmly took Elphaba's cold hands in her own, and waited. "Today, Nessa and I were summoned to a meeting with Madame Morrible," a chill went though Glinda's spine, but she calmed herself. "She said there was a package for my sister, and naturally it would be. Who would send me a package?" Elphaba bit her lip and Glinda squeezed her hands in reassurance. "So she handed it to me and I opened it, realizing it was from my father. He had sent Miss Nessarose a fabulous pair of shimmering shoes. They were beautiful." Elphaba reflected, seeming to disappear in to a dreamy haze.

"They were from your father, weren't they?" Glinda mused.

"There was nothing else inside." Elphaba went on as if she had not heard, but she had, indeed, heard.

"Oh, Elphie." Glinda threw herself around Elphaba, surprising them both, but neither backed away from the awkward embrace.

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