Hi, readers! I am sooooo sorry for not updating. One of my computers got a yucky worm, and my back up computer's battery didn't work. but I'm back!!!! Miss me? Well, hope you like Boqqy's reaction. :o) Oh, yes - REVIEW IT OR SCREW IT!
~obsessive-elphaba
PS: Please excuse any typos :o) thanx!
I look at myself in the mirror. Galinda told me to wear a hoody until tomorrow, which is now today. Funny thing, I didn't bring a hoody with me. Who knew GALINDA owned one? But as I stared at my reflection, I felt my cheeks burning hotter and hotter. It couldn't be I actually thought myself pretty? I couldn't be pretty - just couldn't. I wish I could put the hoody back on and forget it. This was totally new, thinking so well of myself. I felt like such a snob. "Elphaba!" I call to my perfect sister. Surely seeing her so beautiful would make me doubt myself.
Elphaba came in as fast as she could. "Yessa, Nessa?" I can tell she hasn't looked at me yet. Sure enough, my plan worked, and I immediately felt dumb for even thinking I was pretty. "Wow," Elphaba starts, smiling at me, "You look amazing."
I shake my head. "No I'm not. You of all people can't tell me that."
"It's only true, Nessarose. You've always been tragically beautiful, now you've been... Galindafyingly beautiful." Elphaba nods reassuringly.
"Galindafying?" I repeat.
"You'll sure to win Boq's heart." She walks out the door after that. I blush madly. How could I have trusted Galinda with that secret.
I sigh, rolling to school - my daily exercise. I can't wait to walk to school again. Four days...
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I sit in class, early for once. The whole time I've been getting funny looks from guys - and not just geeks. I smile sweetly at each of them; then my heart nearly stops beating when Boq walks into the room. He high fives Crope and walks obliviously to his seat. "Good morning, Nessa." He says, turning to face me. His face changed to one of pure "whoa."
"Good morning, Boq." I nod. "You seem happy today."
He looks at me for a minute before blinking and saying, "What happened to you?"
"What do you mean?" I toss my hair with an offended fashion Galinda had taught me.
"It's just... you... you're..."
"Yes?" I nod him on.
"You look... different." He decides on. I've often heard my sister described as that, so I frown just as she would. "No, different... good." Boq assures me.
"Thank you?" I chuckle. a bit.
"You're welcome." He smiles.
"So what's up that's so happy?" I ask.
He doesn't answer right away and just stares at me for a while. I stare at him, and I feel like I'm flying again. After a while he snaps out of it. "Huh?" He asks dumbly.
It takes me a while to remember exactly what I said. "Oh, um... why are you so happy?" I ask.
"Because there's only four more days until the show. Isn't that great?" My stomach churns with guilt for hating Galinda.
"Yep." I nod.
"And you'll get out of your chair. That's awesome." Boq made a note for my account, not subliminal as it was with Galinda, but deliberately. I bite my lip, unable to hide my smile. It was working.
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Galinda yaks on and on about random gossip she's heard at school. I don't see why she spreads it - to me especially. It's not like any of the people I hang out with care for it. "So..." She looks at me, and I quickly look at the road. "What did Boqqy think of you?"
"It's working." Is all I can say for sure. I know it's working; I can feel it. Though that may lie heavily on the fact that I want it to work.
Galinda squeals. "Great! And guess what?" I don't dare say anything to that peppy voice. "We're going to work on clothes today!"
What was wrong with my clothes? I ask myself, but wouldn't dare say it aloud. Galinda knows best. "Cool." I nod.
"Be more excited! This is swankifying!" She cheers.
"No fair, you stole that word from Fiyero!" I've heard enough of Galinda and Fiyero to know they take pride in their wordly creations.
"How do you know he didn't steal that from me?"
"Because, believe it or not, he's at my house more often than you are." I shiver, remembering the night he spent the night... and in my room too!
"Poof." She pouts before swerving into her driveway. Pushing me at speed limits I didn't even know was possible for a chair, she runs to her closet. I veer into it as she looks around, and realize why I never see her in the same thing twice. She tosses out a blue and white dress and I think of that new kid Dorothy - such a wannabe. Who am I to talk, though? "OOH!" She squeals, pulling out a purple dress for me to wear. It's elegant, but not too formal. I don't think it would look good on me though. "It's perfect isn't it?" The blon smiles proudly and tosses it to me. "You change while I find some accessories." And she disappears into the closet again, singing a song from the show.
Only four more days until the show. Isn't that great?
Boq - or "Boqqy" as I should probably learn to call him - had a great love for performing. I bet his kiss with Galinda will earn them a standing ovation.
Isn't that great?
I frown sadly, my forehead wrinkling with nervousness. "Found the perfect shoes to go with - Rosey, what's wrong?" Galinda was by my side in second, like a good friend would be. I shake my head. "Tell me." Her voice sounds far too serious to be Galinda.
"Y-you know that... kiss you have with Boq in the play?" I stutter, not wanting to bring this up. It would be very awkward.
Instead of what I was expecting, Galinda smiles softly. "Now don't you worry your little head about that." She shakes her head. "Look, I have the whole kissing thing nailed out. Watch." She leans in, and I'm positive she's going to hit my lips - positive. But she hits right beside my lips. My eyes widen with realization. Acting kisses are really nothing. They don't mean a thing. And if they're done the... Galindafied way, they aren't even real kisses. She smiles reassuringly at me. "Now don't worry, Rosey, I'd never think of stealing your man."
"Well, he isn't exactly my man..." I mumble.
"Stop doubting yourself, Rosey!" Galinda shakes her head. "And even if that were true, he would be your man real soon.
I say nothing for a minute, the silence sort of relaxing - until I realize this is Galinda. "Now about those shoes..." I say, before she picks up on how wonderifferous these shoes are. How they were Emerald Brand, not the faux Wizard's brand. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe how amazing I looked. And it was just my style. Add a strip tease and I could go to the Halloween Dance Party as a Kumbric Witch. I looked pretty good; I have to admit. "I look nothing like myself." I chuckle lighthearted.
"Stacey and Clinton don't know what they're doing giving us disgusticifying rules. If they're so good, why not do it themselves?" Galinda twirls the scissors, which she used to hem my dress with, on her finger.
"They're not as professional as you." I comment.
"Maybe I should have my own tv show." Galinda poses like a superhero.
"No!" I shake my head. "Then you wouldn't be here to help with my problems."
Galinda giggles. "I wouldn't dare leave you, Rosey." She hugs me as un-awkward as is possible and pushes me over to her car. "But it's about curfew time for you. You'll never guess what tomorrow is!"
"You're probably right." I reply with a shrug. I especially feel guilty now for hating Galinda. She's the sweetest girl I'll ever know. Not to mention random, loud, happy, and clumsy, but that's Galinda for you.
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Okay, obviously there should be... four more chapters of this, plus a possible epilogue - along with a sequel! Since I'm so Bessa-moody, I may very well publish another chapter of this, and work on a Seddie too... REVIEW IT OR SCREW IT
~obsessive-elphaba