Post by gypsy on May 11, 2004 21:46:04 GMT -5
This is a random fic that I felt like writing, concluding with how Elphaba and Galinda become real friends. If you don't know what the title stands for, then you don't need to. Please don't ask me why I wrote this, please please please.
It's pretty much playverse, around a PG-13ish rating.
I don’t really know why I wrote this fic, it’s just a little dumb thing that doesn’t have any real purpose at all. And the end is more of a joke then anything, so don’t think it has any deep subtext or connotations. Much love to Maria for inventing the name ‘Snezibaum.’
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That night, after dinner, Elphaba returned to her room to find it empty. She wondered briefly if she should run back down and bring something back for her roomie, who had not come down to eat. Since she had left the early, most of the school was still eating; The salmon had effectively irritated Elphaba’s stomach and she feared staying in her seat to inhale the repulsive fish’s odor would result in her doing something characteristically humiliating. The privacy of an empty bathroom on her floor would spare her from having to vomit with the entire school as an audience. Instead, she would only embarrass herself in front of Miss Galinda, who didn’t seem to be around; all the better.
Although the two were no longer enemies, they were far from being friends. Galinda’s Ozdust antics had succeeded in bumping Elphaba up a few rungs on the ladder towards being seen as “normal,” but the glory of being the center of attention for a good reason instead of the usual bad reason (bad reasons meaning green complexions in this case) seemed to have worn off all too quickly. The green girl merely basked in the uncared-for glory of being treated like a normal human being for a few short days before the rumors and vicious insults heated up again.
Then there was Galinda Upland, who was too popular to be too good in public, but too good to let the opportunity pass her by entirely. She took Elphaba in as her new pet project and hardly treated her like anything more. After a week of awkward attempts at befriending the awkward green girl, Galinda somehow managed to muster up random, awkward conversations here and there; the night when Elphaba revealed her most private secret seemed all but forgotten.
With her stomach churning, Elphaba lay down on her back, on top of her sheets, and leveled her breathing to try to get her body to relax, but it would have none of it. She took off like a shot to the bathroom, one hand holding her stomach with the other hovering near her mouth. She was glad the rest of the hall was downstairs enjoying their dinners while she was sick. She hardly got sick.
She fell to her knees before the toilet, her hands clashing with the porcelain as they gripped for support. Painful heaves sent her dinner rushing up her throat and out until she was spent and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily through her mouth so the vile odor would not overcome her.
Assuming she was alone, she made no efforts to silence herself; with a sigh, she stood and went to the sink and cupped her hands beneath the faucet. The water felt good sliding down her raw throat and helped ease the burning. She rinsed her face off and made sure her stomach had expelled all that was troubling it before she returned to her room. She collapsed onto her bed and buried herself beneath her blanket; she wasn’t in the mood to start untangling her boot laces, so she left them on.
No sooner had she opened up her book, she heard high heels on the wood floor and looked up to see Galinda. She didn’t seem to be giggling, nor was she surrounded by a pack of giggling girls. One giggle was enough to give Elphaba a headache. The last thing she needed was more of the girls. She pretended to ignore her roomie and continued to read her book.
Galinda stood in the doorway for a few breaths and sighed because she was now sentenced to another boring evening with Elphaba Thropp. Well, she wasn’t excessively boring, and that could easily be remedied. But the green girl was stubborn and strong-willed and did not seem to care that with every tick of the clock, she was becoming more and more antisocial -- and more hopeless.
She sighed again, louder this time, convincing herself that her roomie simply hadn’t noticed her. “Well, aren’t you going to say hi?”
Elphaba grunted and turned a page, trying to lose her in the intelligent poetry of her book rather then get lost in Galinda’s chatter and gossip.
“Well hello to you too, then.” Galinda said with a pout as she flung herself onto her bed. She emitted a giggle that threatened to give the green girl a headache. “I am sooooo bored!” The blonde complained in a sing song-y voice as she undid the strap of one glittery silver high heel. She wiggled her toes and undid the other shoe. Elphaba was glad the blonde had yet to force her into a pair of her own, for she didn’t think she could ever manage something so high…and pointy.
“You were out all day,” Elphaba observed, “you missed class. Snezibaum had a fit.”
The corners of Galinda’s mouth turned down in a pretty frown at the mention of her least favorite professor. “Like I really need to sit in a class and learn how to read and write. I already know that.”
Galinda made Elphaba frustrated. “It’s to improve your skills, not teach you what you already know.”
“But that seems exactly what he’s doing. Besides,” Galinda began to disrobe right in front of Elphaba without the tiniest hint of shame. Elphaba glanced up for a second and quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of green when she saw her roomie in nothing but her underthings! “I can’t stand Snezibaum. It took me ages to get his name right.”
“Have you no shame at all?” Elphaba was still in shock at how comfortable her roomie was with her own body so as to undress right in front of someone.
Galinda shrugged, thinking nothing of it and continued with her idea. “He smells disgustingofied; has he ever heard of a concept called bathing? Instead of him teaching stupid lessons, we should teach him how to work a shower.”
Someone should teach you manners, Elphaba wanted to say, but years of holding back her thoughts restricted her to do so once again.
“So, are you feeling alright?” Galinda asked, carelessly tossing her skirt over her shoulder and landing on the end of Elphaba’s bed with a bounce.
In an overprotective gesture of self defense, to save herself from embarrassing conversation, Elphaba tucked her knees closer into her chest, “What do you mean?”
“I heard you in the bathroom, you sounded sick. Are you feeling ok?”
It's pretty much playverse, around a PG-13ish rating.
I don’t really know why I wrote this fic, it’s just a little dumb thing that doesn’t have any real purpose at all. And the end is more of a joke then anything, so don’t think it has any deep subtext or connotations. Much love to Maria for inventing the name ‘Snezibaum.’
_-*-*-*-_
That night, after dinner, Elphaba returned to her room to find it empty. She wondered briefly if she should run back down and bring something back for her roomie, who had not come down to eat. Since she had left the early, most of the school was still eating; The salmon had effectively irritated Elphaba’s stomach and she feared staying in her seat to inhale the repulsive fish’s odor would result in her doing something characteristically humiliating. The privacy of an empty bathroom on her floor would spare her from having to vomit with the entire school as an audience. Instead, she would only embarrass herself in front of Miss Galinda, who didn’t seem to be around; all the better.
Although the two were no longer enemies, they were far from being friends. Galinda’s Ozdust antics had succeeded in bumping Elphaba up a few rungs on the ladder towards being seen as “normal,” but the glory of being the center of attention for a good reason instead of the usual bad reason (bad reasons meaning green complexions in this case) seemed to have worn off all too quickly. The green girl merely basked in the uncared-for glory of being treated like a normal human being for a few short days before the rumors and vicious insults heated up again.
Then there was Galinda Upland, who was too popular to be too good in public, but too good to let the opportunity pass her by entirely. She took Elphaba in as her new pet project and hardly treated her like anything more. After a week of awkward attempts at befriending the awkward green girl, Galinda somehow managed to muster up random, awkward conversations here and there; the night when Elphaba revealed her most private secret seemed all but forgotten.
With her stomach churning, Elphaba lay down on her back, on top of her sheets, and leveled her breathing to try to get her body to relax, but it would have none of it. She took off like a shot to the bathroom, one hand holding her stomach with the other hovering near her mouth. She was glad the rest of the hall was downstairs enjoying their dinners while she was sick. She hardly got sick.
She fell to her knees before the toilet, her hands clashing with the porcelain as they gripped for support. Painful heaves sent her dinner rushing up her throat and out until she was spent and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily through her mouth so the vile odor would not overcome her.
Assuming she was alone, she made no efforts to silence herself; with a sigh, she stood and went to the sink and cupped her hands beneath the faucet. The water felt good sliding down her raw throat and helped ease the burning. She rinsed her face off and made sure her stomach had expelled all that was troubling it before she returned to her room. She collapsed onto her bed and buried herself beneath her blanket; she wasn’t in the mood to start untangling her boot laces, so she left them on.
No sooner had she opened up her book, she heard high heels on the wood floor and looked up to see Galinda. She didn’t seem to be giggling, nor was she surrounded by a pack of giggling girls. One giggle was enough to give Elphaba a headache. The last thing she needed was more of the girls. She pretended to ignore her roomie and continued to read her book.
Galinda stood in the doorway for a few breaths and sighed because she was now sentenced to another boring evening with Elphaba Thropp. Well, she wasn’t excessively boring, and that could easily be remedied. But the green girl was stubborn and strong-willed and did not seem to care that with every tick of the clock, she was becoming more and more antisocial -- and more hopeless.
She sighed again, louder this time, convincing herself that her roomie simply hadn’t noticed her. “Well, aren’t you going to say hi?”
Elphaba grunted and turned a page, trying to lose her in the intelligent poetry of her book rather then get lost in Galinda’s chatter and gossip.
“Well hello to you too, then.” Galinda said with a pout as she flung herself onto her bed. She emitted a giggle that threatened to give the green girl a headache. “I am sooooo bored!” The blonde complained in a sing song-y voice as she undid the strap of one glittery silver high heel. She wiggled her toes and undid the other shoe. Elphaba was glad the blonde had yet to force her into a pair of her own, for she didn’t think she could ever manage something so high…and pointy.
“You were out all day,” Elphaba observed, “you missed class. Snezibaum had a fit.”
The corners of Galinda’s mouth turned down in a pretty frown at the mention of her least favorite professor. “Like I really need to sit in a class and learn how to read and write. I already know that.”
Galinda made Elphaba frustrated. “It’s to improve your skills, not teach you what you already know.”
“But that seems exactly what he’s doing. Besides,” Galinda began to disrobe right in front of Elphaba without the tiniest hint of shame. Elphaba glanced up for a second and quickly averted her eyes, her cheeks turning a deeper shade of green when she saw her roomie in nothing but her underthings! “I can’t stand Snezibaum. It took me ages to get his name right.”
“Have you no shame at all?” Elphaba was still in shock at how comfortable her roomie was with her own body so as to undress right in front of someone.
Galinda shrugged, thinking nothing of it and continued with her idea. “He smells disgustingofied; has he ever heard of a concept called bathing? Instead of him teaching stupid lessons, we should teach him how to work a shower.”
Someone should teach you manners, Elphaba wanted to say, but years of holding back her thoughts restricted her to do so once again.
“So, are you feeling alright?” Galinda asked, carelessly tossing her skirt over her shoulder and landing on the end of Elphaba’s bed with a bounce.
In an overprotective gesture of self defense, to save herself from embarrassing conversation, Elphaba tucked her knees closer into her chest, “What do you mean?”
“I heard you in the bathroom, you sounded sick. Are you feeling ok?”
