::peeks out from behind a reinforced wall::
hi... umm... i'm back temporarily... and i thought i might grace you with a new chapter... finally. i'm not sure how i feel about it though. i haven't really been at my best writing-wise. i'll try to get things moving again, though.
disclaimer:
Step 1: Denial : It's mine!! ALL mine! No matter what they say... They're lying!
Step 2: Anger: I HATE copyrights. I HATE not thinking this up before Gregory Maguire!
Step 3: Bargaining: What if I just own a little bit of Wicked? Like the 'W' or something? Please? I'll be a good girl for the rest of my life!
Step 4: Depression::SOB::SOB::SOB::
Step 5: Acceptance: Okay... fine. I don't own Wicked...
015. Blue (Revised)
The women returned to Fiyero's flat and Elphaba headed straight into her room without even a glance toward Fiyero, who was sitting and talking to Boq in the living room. Glinda found a comfortable spot on Boq's lap and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"How much does he know?" Glinda asked Fiyero conversationally, referring to Boq.
Fiyero averted his eyes. "Not much, considering."
"Boq-y, could you wait here for a little bit? Fiyero, Elphaba, and I have to talk." Glinda looked at him with puppy eyes.
He smiled and shook his head. "How can I resist that face?"
"Thank you, sweetie." She hopped off of his lap and motioned for Fiyero to follow her. Boq pretended that he didn't know he was missing out on anything and pulled out a book.
As they walked to Elphaba's room, Glinda whispered to Fiyero. "Have you even talked about it since then?"
Fiyero shrugged. "Sort of. I told her that whatever happens I won't leave her. And that's the truth. Regardless of what she thinks, I really do love her."
Glinda's eyes softened. "Have you told her that yet?"
"No. It may sound stupid, but I'm afraid to. I mean, what if she doesn't feel that way? Or, what if she disappears on me?"
"You're ridiculous, both of you," Glinda whispered, "But you really should tell her." She knocked on Elphaba's door and called, "Elphie, it's me. Can I come in?" There was a grunting noise in response. Glinda took it as permission to enter.
They found Elphaba glaring at the ceiling with a pillow gripped tightly against her chest. It looked like she'd been trying to strangle it.
"Elphie, I know you're still mad at that old lady, but I really think you and Fiyero should talk a little more about where you two are going," she said, closing the door behind Fiyero.
Silence.
"I know what you could start with," Glinda hinted.
Elphaba sighed deeply. "We went to a fortuneteller tonight. She said that I'm not going to be having a child any time soon."
"That's good news." Fiyero commented.
Silence.
"Alright." Glinda was getting annoyed. "I'm going to ask some questions and you two have to answer honestly. Whatever is said in this room stays in this room, I swear on my life. Fiyero, sit down. Elphaba, sit up."
Surprised at the blonde's sudden outburst, both did as they were told.
"First order of business: What the hell got into you last night?" Glinda was being very stern. She kind of liked having this sort of power over people.
The couple stared blankly at her. Elphaba played with the material of her skirt and Fiyero picked at his nails.
"I don't think we were thinking," Elphaba said finally. She looked at Fiyero, who nodded in agreement.
"So, this seems like one-night stand material to me. Had you been drinking?" Now she was being blunt. Perhaps Elphaba is rubbing off on me…
"We had some wine," Elphaba admitted, trying to find an excuse for her loose judgment that night.
"It wasn't enough to do anything though," Fiyero interjected. "You can check the bottle." He was hurt that Elphaba was looking for excuses, but kept that to himself.
"So you were sober. That makes things a bit more complicated, I suppose," Glinda observed. "Was it meaningful?"
"I hope so." Fiyero cast a sideways glance at Elphaba, who was staring intently at the floor. "I mean, every time I'm around you I'm happy. You make me feel like I don't need to impress anyone, especially you. But the weird thing is, that just makes me want to impress you more. Elphaba, please look at me. Don't run away or tell me that I'm lying or stupid, just listen to me,"- he looked at Glinda for a brief second, and she smiled, urging him to go on-"I love you. I don't know how or when this happened, but I really do. I think you're smart and funny and beautiful and I really don't want to lose you just because we let our inhibitions slip away for one night. I really want to make this relationship work," He finished. He waited for a response. "Elphaba?"
She was staring at the floor again. Fiyero looked at Glinda who just shrugged.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" Fiyero asked. There was no response. "Fine," he said almost darkly, "If you decide to talk to me, I'll be in my room." He left, shutting the door behind him.
"You really should have said something," Glinda told her.
"I know," Elphaba said quietly, "But what could I say to that?"
"You could tell him how you feel," Glinda suggested.
Elphaba sighed. "I don't know how I feel. I don't even know what to think right now. It's one thing happening after the other. I had to convince myself that nothing happened just to get through the day with him. When you saw him kiss me, that was the first time I let him all day and that was only because I wasn't expecting it."
"You seemed to respond pretty well," Glinda pointed out.
"Well, that's because-" Elphaba stopped mid-sentence and began pacing. "I don't know."
"It's because you liked it, isn't it?" The blonde smiled knowingly. "I bet that's how it all started, with a kiss. You couldn't get enough of it."
"Glinda, please don't confront me right now."
She shrugged. "Fine, I'll leave you alone. Just don't disappear or anything. I think we should go for midnight margaritas later. Just us girls." She winked. Elphaba gave her a weary look.
"Or not." Glinda amended. "Don't stay in there all evening though. Boq might suspect something more." And she left.
Instead of going back to Boq, though, she barged into Fiyero's room. He was sitting, slouched, on the edge of his bed.
"She doesn't love me," he said forlornly. Glinda sat next to him.
"I spilled my heart out to her and for nothing. She doesn't love me."
"She does," Glinda assured him, "She's just not ready to admit it yet."
"How do you know?" Fiyero asked bitterly. "She wouldn't say anything."
"She's been through a lot these past few days. Give it time."
"I've been through a lot too!" Fiyero exclaimed. "And she wasn't just completely rejected after she told someone she loves them."
"You didn't have to go through an entire day pretending that you weren't worried that you were pregnant and that everything was okay. You didn't explain to your best friend that you just had sex with your other best friend," Glinda argued.
"None of that tells me that she loves me, or even likes me for that matter."
Glinda stood up in rage. "You want proof that she loves you?"
"Yeah. I do." Fiyero challenged.
Glinda threw the covers off of the bed and found exactly the proof she was looking for. "See this?" she hissed, pointing to the dried blood, "I suppose you know what that means."
"It's already been established that Elphaba and I had sex."
"No, dummy,"-only Glinda could make the word 'dummy' sound venomous-"Obviously, Elphie trusted you enough, loved you enough, to give herself to you. If you think for a second that Elphaba would let just anyone to take her virginity, you really don't know her. Come to your senses and quit moping." She spat. "I know you're smarter than you're acting now. Somewhere inside, you know she loves you. If you'd just be patient, you'll hear it from her." She stomped out of the room and slammed the door shut behind her.
She convinced Boq to go to a hotel with her instead of staying at the flat for the night, leaving their currently self-loathing friends to deal with their problems. Stubborn as ever, the two stayed shut in their respective rooms for hours before either of them would attempt reconciliation. In the end, it was Elphaba's guilt that shattered the silence between them.
Quietly, Elphaba slipped out of the guest bedroom and knocked on Fiyero's door, hoping that he wasn't asleep already.
"Fiyero?" Instead of waiting for a response, she let herself into his room. Fiyero was sitting in a chair across from the bed staring into space. He didn't even seem to register that she had entered the room.
"Fiyero," she called again, quietly. This time, he looked up at her. His eyes were vacant and weary.
"I'm sorry."
Fiyero was confused. He'd been ready for 'It's over' or 'I want to go home', but he hadn't thought that she'd apologize. He'd thought for hours about what Glinda had shouted at him, but none of it seemed to process. Not until now.
"What did you say?"
"I'm sorry," Elphaba repeated. "I should have said something back. I wanted to, please believe me… but all of this is so new and overwhelming. I didn't know how to react to everything you said."
Fiyero nodded.
"I want you to know that I do care about you. I care so much about you that it scares me."
"I… I guess I knew that," Fiyero admitted, "I just wanted to hear it. I was impatient… I was a complete ass."
"Do you think we can ever go back to the way that we were before?" Elphaba asked.
"Well, I was hoping that you'd, maybe, go with me? I wanted to ask you back at Shiz. I was afraid to, "Fiyero told her. "I really do love you, Elphaba. Will you go out with this sorry, pathetic ass?"
Elphaba giggled. "Well, when you put it that way maybe I shouldn't," she joked.
Fiyero pouted.
"Of course I'll go out with you, Fiyero."
Fiyero smiled broadly. "As you boyfriend, can I kiss you?"
Elphaba quirked her eyebrow. "I don't know, can you?"
"May I?"
"You didn't seem to have to ask me last night," Elphaba pointed out neutrally.
"Don't go there," Fiyero warned, and he kissed her firmly.
A month later, school was in session and Elphaba and Fiyero were still happily together, but Glinda noticed that something was bothering Elphaba.
"What's wrong?" Glinda asked her one evening. Elphaba had been sitting looking at nothing for a while. She'd been more quiet and distant than usual in the past week or so. She seemed… blue, for a lack of better word.
"What are the chances that Yackle was wrong?"
"Huh?"
"Remember Yackle, the fortuneteller? What are the chances that she's wrong?"
"It's impossible. Why?"
"I'm late."
that was probably the worst place to leave you in all the history of cliffhangers... umm... i'm gonna go hide now. and try to write another chapter or two... for one of my stories...
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