The Little Red Book Chapter 2/?
The little red book
Rating: PG13
Paring: Gelphie
Disclaimer: Wicked is not mine...wish it was
Galinda turned to Elphaba, noticing her at last. It seemed to Elphaba that a notion had crossed Galinda’s face but she evidently thought better of it as she exclaimed “Why Miss Elphaba, I did miss you in my morning search. I was going to recruit you help but you disappeared so quickly and it seems I didn’t need you after all” she bubbled happily producing the lipstick which had so vexed her not long ago.
Elphaba raised her head and looked at Galinda, at the perfection of Galinda and snapped “What in the name of Oz would make me want to help you search for lipstick at this hour of the morning?”
Galinda looked almost hurt, and with a huff of displeasure, and perhaps longing she uttered “And I thought we were becoming friends Miss Elphaba, you certainly do know how to tell a girl when she is most certainly mistaken.”
Elphaba winced slightly at the biting tone Galinda always adapted when she was close to tears, why should it mean so much to her if the green freak was her friend? Elphaba had never had nor had she ever wanted, or at least admitted to herself that she wanted, a friend. So why should she need one now, when the person asking for her friendship had been her tormentor not a short week ago? And yet as so many times before Elphaba found herself unable to resist the strange pull this pink frilled girl had on her. Still, thought Elphaba, even with this affinity I hold for her what will be the cost of succumbing to this, she paused in her thoughts to decipher the word that best described the situation, companionship, she finally settled on. In that thought lay Elphaba’s answer for she had never experienced, never mind contemplated, the feeling of companionship with anyone save perhaps her sister Nessa. Now suddenly, feeling this formerly unknown or perhaps simply unrealised emotion, was it an emotion, for her roommate she made her choice. “I’m sorry” she spoke at last “I should have said something else, I have been callous Miss Galinda...” she trailed off
“Yes Miss Elphaba you have been!” she huffed, “however if you are prepared to apologise I suppose I am prepared to accept” she smiled softly “after all, it’s only logical we be somewhat civil since we do share a room and all.”
Elphaba smirked “why Miss Galinda... logic? I didn’t know you had it in you. It seems there is a brain hiding somewhere in there behind all the fluff!”
Galinda huffed again, although it seemed in mock anger this time as she exclaimed “Miss Elphaba! And here I was trying to be civil!” she threw up her arms in resignation and Elphaba quite despite her intentions let out a loud cackle of laughter, surprising even herself.
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Perhaps it was the air today but Galinda was feeling decidedly peculiar. It seemed to her that every time she thought she understood her strange roommate the dreadful girl did something that unhinged her in a small and unsettling way. This morning for example, Galinda had been in a decided huff and the green girl had not even offered to help in the search. However, thought Galinda slightly mollified, her apology had sounded somewhat sincere. It was not however, concluded Galinda, the apology or the lack of enthusiasm but the girl’s laughter which had her so disoriented and flustered. It had been a sound of pure surprised exultation, one rarely heard from Elphaba. It had struck something within Galinda; a chord which she had previously not known existed.
Galinda sat now, her head tilted slightly and her chin propped decidedly on her left arm. She doodled in her notebook as some teacher prattled on about a subject that had never before seemed important and continued to escape the blonds’ interest now. Instead she was recounting how many on these new chords had seemed to be struck recently in her by her green roommate. There was something about Elphaba that drew Galinda to her like a moth to a phosphorescent flame and Galinda was not sure yet if the flame was there to sooth or burn her. It seemed to her however that a decision on this matter should be made quickly; she could feel the enticing pull of friendship on her heart no matter how improper it might be.
It seemed to Galinda that neither she nor Elphaba wanted this new found tolerance of one another and yet neither could help the encroaching familiarity which living in a relatively enclosed spaced with a person inevitably brought. There was something stimulating about it; it incensed contemplation, a concept with which Galinda was not entirely familiar. It was a strange sort of thing, contemplation, it made one think. Thinking of course was something that Galinda tried to avoid if at all possible for thinking, as everyone knew, was an activity for the drove and unpopular.
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Elphaba was thinking. She sat under the secure cover of a low willow tree, the leaves almost blocking her from sight and sending rays of speckled light dancing across her green physique. She was biding her time, the lab would be open soon and she had abandoned the library not long ago to have a few moments of private before she made her trek there. The afternoon, so far, had been a truly dismal one. Rain had threatened, causing Elphaba no small amount of distress and preparation. She had lugged her heavy oilskin, her umbrella, her cloak and a pair of thick woollen mittens to class only to find she did not need them as it didn’t rain after all. She glared at the sky, the least it could have done was make up its mind and not leave her lugging half her clothes around all day.
Elphaba extracted a pen from her bag, injecting it with ink before pulling her red journal from the folds of her pocket and beginning, once again, to put her whirling thoughts to paper.