A/N: I'm sorry it's taken me a few days to update. Unlike most people, I prefer to write my drafts, edit them, and then type it all up, so it takes me a bit longer. Thank you for waiting. (:
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Wicked.
Chapter 2: Fine
It was the next night, and Elphaba was reading. She looked up to watch Galinda, still slightly resentful for the girl, who had not apologized for her behavior the previous night. She was lost in her train of thought before she heard Galinda saying her name.
"Miss Elphaba, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were staring at me." Elphaba's face flushed a dark green before sitting up in bed and returning to her "natural" color. She hated how Galinda made her do that, and their love/hate relationship didn't help.
"Don't flatter yourself, Miss Galinda, I was merely questioning how one could own so many outfits." Galinda rolled her eyes and turned back to her closet, as she was trying to find the perfect dress to wear to the end of the year dance. Master Fiyero was, of course, going to be in attendance with Galinda, and she had to look her best. Elphaba stood up from her bed and gathered her clothes that were laid out for the night, a simple dark blue silk nightgown. Elphaba saw no reason to attend the dance, and instead planned on staying in to finish her book.
"I'm going to wash up. Try not to drown in your sea of dresses while I'm gone." Galinda turned and shot Elphaba a dirty glance, and Elphaba in turn laughed and walked into the washroom, closing the door but leaving it slightly ajar. She stripped down and began cleaning herself with her oils.
Galinda was becoming increasingly frustrated with her clothes, and decided to take a break. She turned around and was about to lie down on her bed when she noticed a crack of light coming from the washroom. Curiosity got the best of her, and before Galinda could stop to properly think, she found herself walking towards the door. She leaned against it slowly and peered in. At that moment, Elphaba was gliding her hand down her side, and Galinda could not keep her eyes off of her now naked green roommate. Galinda noted that Elphaba wasn't washing herself with water, and stored the information away for later questioning. Galinda stared at Elphaba's shoulder blades and flexed muscles and was taken aback by the realization that Elphaba was, indeed, beautiful. She knew she should look away, and with much resistance from her still wandering mind, Galinda took in every inch of Elphaba's body before looking away. She walked back to her closet and tried to focus on finding her dress.
A few minutes later, Elphaba walked out of the washroom, fully clothed, and sat down on her bed. She silently picked up her book and began reading. Her eyes left the page as she caught a glimpse of Galinda. Elphaba tried hard to stifle a laugh, as Galinda's furrowed brows suggested she was getting frustrated with her inability to choose a dress. Her forehead and cheeks always turned a dark pink when she was mad, and Elphaba found it amusing.
Cute, even. What? No.
Elphaba looked back down at the pages in her book and tried to concentrate on the words, but she couldn't. There was something about Galinda that intrigued her, and Elphaba admitted defeat and placed her book down. She silently walked over to Galinda.
"Perhaps you should try the blue one." Galinda jumped at the voice that had suddenly appeared behind her. She turned to face Elphaba, and her mind instantly flooded with images of the girl's bare backside. Try as she might, Galinda could not get rid of the thoughts, and in anger with herself, she replied in a hushed tone.
"Perhaps, Miss Elphaba, you should leave me to make my own choices. I can decide on my own clothing, and I don't need suggestions from a silly girl who wears the same stupid frock everyday." Galinda paused, instantly regretting her choice of words. Galinda observed Elphaba, waiting for a hint of pain or sadness to cross the girl's face, but Elphaba simply nodded and retreated back to her bed and began reading as if nothing had happened. Within a few minutes, Elphaba was lost in the literature, and didn't notice when Galinda turned to look at her. She cleared her throat and Elphaba looked up, pushing her glasses back to the top of her nose. Elphaba allowed herself a smirk as she realized Galinda was indeed wearing the blue dress.
"Well, don't just stare. What do you think?" Galinda twirled in over-excitement, and Elphaba couldn't help but observe the way the strapless dress fit Galinda's curves perfectly. As she twirled, her long golden hair moved in the air and settled back along her bare shoulders. She looked breathtaking.
Elphaba snapped out of her daze and replied, "I think you look just fine." her tone purposely dripping with false enthusiasm. She looked back down at her book, but not before catching a look of disappointment on Galinda's face.
"Just...fine?"
Elphaba sighed and looked back up. "Why do you care about what I think? I'm just a silly girl, remember?" Galinda looked down and played with her hands, a feeling of guilt washing over her.
"Miss Galinda, I believe Master Fiyero will be very pleased with your appearance tonight. You look fine." She glanced at the clock. "Now go. You wouldn't want to keep him waiting." Elphaba looked down for a final time, making it clear that the conversation was over. Galinda retrieved her purse, and without another word, slipped out of the doorway.