Disclaimer: I don't even wish I owned Wicked... I just wish I had a talent for musical theatre so I could play Elphaba. But I don't... and nor do I own it.

A/N: This is musical verse, with probably minor details from the book seeping in (which is more likely to be characters than anything else). I also feel like I should point out that since it's musicalverse I'm going to base character descriptions off the people I've seen play them. Which really only counts for Fiyero since Elphaba will always be green, and Galinda will always be blonde. So yeah, Fiyero in this story is based off the Australian Fiyero since that's the one I've seen. Anyway, I'm basically writing this because I simply cannot get enough of Wicked, I'm so in love with it. I've only seen it twice and am seeing it a third time soon and my biggest fear is that the season will end before I get to go another time. It's why despite how I would usually feel, I'm dying for a movie so I can always have it to go back to… until I'm living near Broadway and can see it as much as I like. Yes there is the book, but it's just not the same. For the start of this story I'm using creative licence and pretending there's a bit of a gap between Popular and the Lion Cub scene. Why? Because I want Galinda and Elphaba to be friends, but for nothing to have happened between Elphaba and Fiyero yet. It just works better for this story.

Elphaba was propped up on her bed, surrounded by books, trying to finish the assigned essay for her politics class when there was a banging at the door. She rolled her eyes almost automatically before sighing.

"Galinda, your boyfriend's here." She called out to her blonde roommate who was currently locked inside the bathroom adjoining their room.

There was a squeal. "I'm not ready!"

"She's not ready!" Elphaba echoed to the door.

"How long will she be?" The muffled reply came.

But Elphaba didn't answer him, instead she returned to the chapter she'd been reading. She was in the middle of jotting down a sentence when there was another bang. "Is she ready yet?"

Elphaba rolled her eyes and snapped the book shut in frustration. She briefly almost marvelled at his stupidity, wouldn't Galinda be walking out the door if she were ready? She hopped off the bed and swung the door open. "No." She was about to shut it again, but he jammed his foot in the doorway.

"Can I at least come in and wait for her?" He asked.

"Is the three feet really going to make that much of a difference Master Fiyero?" She asked.

He smirked. "I love it when you call me that."

She ignored him. "You can wait out here."

"But I want to wait in there."

"Why?" She challenged.

"Because you know how much I just love to get on your nerves." He said. "It's my favourite pass time."

She rolled her eyes. "I have an essay to finish."

"Look," He took a deep breath. "I'm just going to sit on Galinda's bed and not do anything."

She opened her mouth but he cut her off before she could argue.

"And only because I know how much our fighting upsets her and I hate to see Galinda upset."

Her eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. "That has never stopped you from irritating me to no end before."

"According to you just my existence irritates you."

"So you see the dilemma." She asked boring into his eyes. He glared right back and for a moment there was silence between them.

"Fiyero?" A shrill voice cut through their hard stare. "I'm ready!"

"Finally." He gave Elphaba one more hard stare before turning to his girlfriend. "Galinda dearest you look positively gorg-e-ous." He stretched out the word and she did a twirl, showing off her pink dress. "Come on, I have a surprise for you."

The blonde giggled and kissed him on the cheek before turning to her roommate. "Don't wait up for me ok?"

"Believe me, I wasn't going to."

"Oh, another night alone with your books?" Fiyero asked.

Elphaba rolled her eyes. "Excuse me for wanting to better myself."

"I don't think any amount of reading will change your hue."

She dropped her gaze immediately and didn't respond. She didn't see Galinda hit her boyfriend on the arm. "That wasn't nice Fiyero." She scolded him. "Say you're sorry."

"It's ok Galinda." Elphaba looked up her, still carefully avoiding the gaze of the boy on her arm. "I don't want to hear his apology."

Galinda sighed. "I just wish you two would get along."

As they walked out the door Elphaba tried to brush off his words. "Just forget about them." She muttered to herself. "It's not like you haven't heard worse." But no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, nothing was taking away the sting. She felt stupid for getting so hurt at the words of somebody who meant nothing to her. Somebody who was stupid and immature and she wished she could have nothing do to with, unfortunately their paths crossed more often than she liked because he happened to be dating her roommate. Her roommate who had decided she was a 'project'. But in the process they had become… friends… almost. Elphaba wasn't sure if that was the right word, when did one go from being an acquaintance to a friend anyway? She hardly had any real experience in socialising to know.

Elphaba knew that it often pained Galinda to have her and Fiyero constantly at each other throats. She was frequently asking them to stop, frequently getting aggravated at both of them and frequently telling them both how she wished they got along.

In truth, Elphaba had no idea why they didn't get along. There was something about him that rubbed her the wrong way. Perhaps she was still holding a grudge from their first encounter, where he had been nothing but an arrogant, lazy, over-privileged prince… but still, a month later and he had done nothing to prove her wrong of her impression. In fact, most things he did only confirmed that and she found she had little tolerance for him. Though that still didn't stop the fact that he just got under her skin in all the wrong ways. And it wasn't like she went out of her way to walk by him, and then insult him. No, that was something Fiyero did to her, or so it seemed. Elphaba couldn't recall one time where she'd started the argument, it was always, always him.

Suddenly, she realised she'd spent far to long thinking about the 'Winkie Prince' than she liked. She could just imagine his annoying, arrogant smirk, the twinkle in his eyes, at knowing just how long she'd thought about him.

"Stop it." She told herself out loud, and feeling a little foolish for doing so.

She picked up the book she'd been reading before and stared at it hard, suddenly absorbing herself in its words trying to cleanse herself of all thoughts of him.

... I admit I'm a bit of a sucker for a love/hate romance. Anyway, please review... even just one will encourage me to keep this story going. This chapter is only short, and in the future I'll make them longer, I was just curious to see what response I got. So... review away... pretty please? lol.