Rifiuto: Non Miriena
A/N: Sorry, this chapter was uploaded later than I thought, and that it's so short.
A/N: I know Glinda seems to be out for herself, but... okay, yeah, she basically is only out for herself, let's just admit it...
Thanks to lizziemagic for reviewing 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7, and to Hedwig466 for reviewing 6, and Beautifully Tragic Girl and LittleGreenGirlxx for reviewing 7.
That Saturday, Elphaba got up early, dressed, and slipped out of the dorm without waking Fiyero- she was going to spend a day to herself, shopping and wandering downtown, getting to know her new home. After all, she wasn't going back to Shiz. Not now, not ever. As she pulled her jacket on and hurried through campus, she kept reflecting on the arguement with Glinda. That blonde was only out for herself, she didn't care if Elphaba was happy, she'd never cared. All she cared about was her own comfort and happiness. Well, Elphaba wasn't going to be part of her game, as far as she was concerned, she severed all ties to Glinda that afternoon.
She spent two hours wandering through the shops, fingering a blouse or a jacket, but never buying anything. Most of the boutiques and shops sold nice things, but nothing that really caught her attention. She wasn't as into shopping as Glinda was...
...As she relaxed in a small cafe, sipping a cup of coffee, she realized something.
If she was going to start fresh at Emerald University, then she needed a new look. She would still be the same independent person she had been at Shiz, she just needed a new... outer image. And that could be achieved with something to wear and a new hairstyle. Knowing what she wanted, she finished her cup, left the cafe, and went back to the little boutique she'd found earlier that day.
Entering, she browsed for a bit, before picking a nice little black blouse, and a pair of jeans, a couple pairs of ballet flats, and a nice little knapsack that was completely usable in every way possible. Then, she went to several other stores and boutiques, finding other pieces for her wardrobe, before she returned to campus, slipped into her dorm and made her way to her bedroom, undetected.
"Have fun?"
Or so she thought.
She stopped and turned to see Fiyero sitting on the sofa, a History book open on the table, the tv on, the news playing in the background. She nodded, hiding the bags behind her.
"Lots." He raised an eyebrow.
"You went shopping, didn't you?"
"How'd you know?" He rolled his eyes.
"Please, I've gone with my cousins on shopping trips hundreds of times. I don't understand the attraction of buying something you only wear once, and I never will. As long as you leave me out of it, I'm fine with it. Besides," He sipped his coffee. "The bags were a dead giveaway." She looked behind her and blushed.
"Oh."
"So what did you get?" He asked, leaning back into the sofa.
"Just some new clothes. I figured... I'm starting a new chapter in my life, so I need a new wardrobe. I figured today would be the perfect day to go shopping." Fiyero nodded.
"Let me guess- frills, feathers, sequins and tassles."
She raised an eyebrow.
"No. Why would you say that?"
He chuckled softly.
"Baxi loves frills and tassles. And Detia likes feathers and sequins."
"Oh. I... don't like any of that stuff." She said, understanding. He relaxed.
"Thank Oz. I hated growing up with feathers and sequins everywhere. And now Nor has developed a liking for feathers." He shivered as she laughed.
"Well, no feathers, sequins, frills or tassles. I promise." She said, as he got up and went to the kitchenette. She followed, setting her bags down and accepting the coffee he'd poured for her. As they stood in the kitchenette, Fiyero asked,
"Would you like to go out to dinner with me?"