Well, look who decided to bring this fic back! So I'm on a crazy writing high lately (which kind of sucks since school is starting again in five weeks) and I have missed this one.

This one is for ElphieNeedsAHug, who asked if you guys were going to get an update, which led to me thinking of this fic, which led to me getting inspiration back. So thanks for that, and I hope you like the chapter!

IMPORTANT NOTE: To fit in our Fiyeraba with the plot I originally wanted, I made changes to last chapter, removing Doctor Dillamond so that this may take place after the lion cub. You can go back and read the edited version, but I don't think it's necessary. Just making sure you all knew!

Galinda's POV

Time spent as Elphie: 2 Hours, 45 Minutes

Galinda had her technique for being Elphaba down pat. It was easy, really. It consisted of four parts; One, act like you hate everyone. Two, be as anti-social as possible. Three, read whenever you aren't supposed to be paying attention. Four, act like you don't give a twig about what everyone else thinks. And Galinda, seeing how much time she spent with her roommate and bestest friend, liked to consider herself a pro at what she was doing. Because the dance evaluation was for such a big grade, the students went up and performed one at a time for close examination by the instructor. Galinda, in what she felt to be true Elphie fashion, sat against a wall with a book. Before they had split up earlier, Elphaba had left the blonde with strict instructions not to move the bookmark in the book she was reading. So Galinda, upon pulling the book out of her friend's bag, decided to try reading the book from the beginning herself. She gave up on trying to understand it after the first two pages, though, because she only understood about a quarter of the words used. Eventually, she got bored of reading words she didn't know and looked up to see where she fell in the line.

Ugh. She thought. Why must they do it by alphabetical order of last name? Then she realized that she didn't even know the routine. How? I mean, I guess it makes sense that I would forget to ask about that, but how did Elphie not try to teach me the routine? Shoot! What do I do? She felt herself getting hot and her head spinning, so she slowly stood up and tried to take deep breaths. Normally, she wouldn't be so stressed out about something like this, but she was doing this for Elphaba, and that meant that, if she failed, her friend would be very, very mad. She needed to get out of this, and fast. What had she done when she was younger and wanted to get out of something? It might be kind of stupid, but it's all I've got.

So she closed her eyes and put a hand on her forehead.

And collapsed to the floor, careful to keep her breathing nice and slow.

Like many things, Galinda liked to consider herself an expert on pretending to faint. She had done it many times between her elementary and high school years, mainly to get out of things like running or tests, though she hadn't done it in a while. She just stuck to what she was used to. As usual, she heard the shuffle of feet and sound of voices as they tried to understand what was wrong. After a second or so, they figured it out, and someone was sent to fetch the nurse. It was pretty much the same as she was used to, feeling stares burn through her, being afraid that she wasn't being convincing enough, but she could tell everyone was convinced, especially once the nurse came in and she was taken to the infirmary.

You know, she thought as she lay in a bed there, this was probably really stupid. What if they go to put a cold cloth on my head and it wipes the makeup off? And the people here have certainly seen me and Elphie a few times. Will they know it isn't really her? Yes, this was a very, very stupid thing to do. But at least they won't make me do that dance. Not today, at least.

After a short while of laying in the infirmary, Galinda decided to slowly "wake up". The nurse, who happened to be right by her bed, noticed her opening her eyes and began questioning her on things like how she was feeling and telling her to drink some water, which she did, claiming to feel perfectly fine and acting concerned about missing the dance evaluation. The nurse, not even seeming that suspicious, told her that the instructor would schedule a make-up evaluation for her and that she was free to go. Galinda nodded and thanked her. When the nurse gave her "her" things, Galinda grabbed them and rushed out as quickly as she could. So quickly, in fact, that she didn't see Fiyero there and crashed right into him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Fifi...yero. Fiyero." Shoot! Fiyero, Elphaba calls him Fiyero! I call him Fifi, not her! She did what Elphaba would do, calmly gather her things and move to walk away, but he stopped her.

"Elphaba, wait." He said. She turned to look at him, trying to raise an eyebrow like Elphaba always did and, probably failing miserably.

"Hmmm?"

"I know you've been avoiding me lately." He said. Had she? Galinda hadn't noticed. Then again, Elphaba would deny it even if she was.

"No, I have not."

"Yes, you have. Ever since the lion cub." What lion cub?

"I don't know what you mean. I have most definitely not been avoiding you."

"You feel something, don't you?" He asked. Galinda turned to fix him her best Elphaba-glare, mainly because she had absolutely no clue what he was talking about. "You do."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She said. Oz, what is he talking about? It's not like he's saying that she likes him, because that would mean, based on the way he's acting, that he likes her. But he's my boyfriend...

"Do you feel something?" She asked. Please say no! Please say no! You like me! We're perfect together, remember? Right? And something else dawned on her. He thinks she likes him. She must, if he thinks so! She betrayed me! And so has he!

She stared at him, waiting for him to answer, silently pleading for him to say that he didn't feel anything, that he loved Galinda, but he just stood there like an idiot with his mouth half-open. And that was all she needed. Tears stinging in her eyes, she turned and ran, scanning the group's of people for a bubbly blonde, who was really her bestest friend. Was my bestest friend. No bestest friend would do that, though.

She found her after a bit and marched towards her. Stay calm, she warned herself, don't draw attention. She didn't do so well at taking her own advice, and she stuck her face right in front of that of her "friend" and growled in a low tone,

"I'm going to kill you, Thropp."

Oh, you thought Fiyeraba was going to come easily? Oh, no, there's an angry blonde in green makeup who will not let Fiyero go without a fight...

Thoughts? Some of it's a bit random, I know, but cut me some slack. I'm still getting back into this. But on the bright side, writing this chapter is only boosting my writing high up even more, so I shall probably see you all again soon.

Okay, bye!