Rifiuto: Non Miriena
August, Day Five
Fiyero looked up, to see Elphaba hurrying towards him. Dressed in her dance warm ups, she carried her bag by the handles, and broke into a run when she spotted him.
"Yero!"
Before her knew it, her arms were around him, and he was holding her several inches off the ground. Her dance bag sat on the grass beside them, and when he set her down, she kissed him deeply.
"Hey. What's wrong?"
"Why would you think anything's wrong?" She asked, cupping her face in his hands, the soft grey knit strangely rough against his skin.
"Just... the way you... never mind." He said, dropping the conversation. After a moment, she sighed, and said,
"I went back to the dorm today, because Sorcery was canceled, so I had time to warm up before Pointe and..." She bit her lip. "I found Galinda slipping out of my closet. Then, she acted like she hadn't been doing anything wrong. And, when I passed her bed, I found a notebook with a list of things to do in order to reinvent oneself."
"Why would she-"
"I don't know." Elphaba said, shrugging. After a while, she grabbed her dance bag, and took his hand. "Come watch me?"
"Does she allow guests?" Elphaba nodded.
"Yeah." Quickly, they hurried to the dance studio. Once there, Fiyero settled in a chair as Elphaba pulled on her Pointe shoes and began to warm up. She talked easily with the other students in class, and had formed several close friendships with the other dancers. Fiyero noted that the dancers were the ones that dressed as "homeless people"- a term Galinda had coined not long after he met her. And Galinda had included Elphaba as one of them.
As he watched his girlfriend in class, he found how easily she fit into this world; the art world, a world where artists were respected and encouraged, and where outsiders were shunned. She locked eyes with him more than once, smiling with light in her eyes that was only seen elsewhere when he was with her.
"Elphaba, I take it you have a special attachment to your guest." Madame Sektu said, glancing at Fiyero. Elphaba opened her mouth when one of her friends interrupted.
"He's her boyfriend." She let out a giggle as Elphaba blushed.
"Really?" Elphaba nodded. "Well, it's nice to have you here, Elphaba's boyfriend." He nodded, meeting Elphaba's eyes. Both blushed. After several minutes, class resumed. It got out an hour later, with Elphaba waving goodbye to her friends, before taking Fiyero's hand.
"So, now that you've met my crazy dance friends, what do you want to do?"
"I was going to meet Boq and Avaric for coffee, want to come?" He asked, meeting her eyes.
"I'd love too."
They walked to the small cafe, slipping into the door around nine, since her last class- Modern- got out at eight. They looked up, spotting Avaric and Boq at a table.
"Hey!"
"Hey, where have you been!"
"I was with Fae. She took me to her dance classes." Fiyero said, as the two sat down at the table. Coffee was ordered and brought, and they soon settled into a comfortable conversation. Half an hour past, and they looked up to see Nessa enter.
"Mind if I join you?" They moved over, making room, and Elphaba told Nessa about the list she'd seen on Galinda's bed.
"Seriously?" Her sister nodded. "You didn't say anything about that during lunch today."
"That's because I found it after. When I headed back to get my Pointe shoes, since Sorcery was canceled today."
"What was on it?" Boq asked.
"Um... dye hair... new wardrobe... trying something new... more outgoing... be nicer... and..." She bit her lip, trying to remember the last one. "Oh, um... be confident. That was the list."
"What is she trying to do, become someone else?" Fiyero asked. Elphaba shrugged, and then told them about the closet. As the conversation continued on, they found themselves poking fun at Galinda and her family.
"What I don't get, is how she can dye her hair, and honestly- honestly- think it looks good." The others shrugged, at Nessa's comment.
"She's trying too hard, if you ask me." Boq said, sipping his drink.
"I don't know about you, but she's annoying the hell out of me." Elphaba said, rolling the circular sugar dispenser between her long, slender fingers. She wore the light sheen of persperation along her forhead, and the worn but satisfied look of a dancer accomplished in her warm ups and rehearsals. Her hair had fallen from it's loose bun and now hung down around her shoulders in contained tangles.
"I wonder what she meant by 'try something new.'" The others shrugged, just as curious as Avaric.
"Maybe she meant dance?" Fiyero suggested. Elphaba wrinkled her nose and shook her head.
"No. That girl has the coordination of a snail. She wouldn't be able to survive in a dance class. Even a beginner's class."
"Besides, Fabala could dance circles around Galinda any time."
"Literally." Elphaba put in, agreeing with her sister.
"I don't know. I just know she's getting annoying." Fiyero said, wrapping an arm around Elphaba's shoulders.
"I say the sooner she packs up and ships out, the better off we'll all be. And I think I know just how to get rid of her." Boq said, leaning close to tell them the plan.
"Here. Here." They clinked cups, toasting their new formed plan.