If Only They Knew" - a Gelphie fanfic

Rated M- for future chapters (I will warn ahead in the author's note for what chapters will be explicit due to language, sex..etc)

This is the first fanfiction that I've written in a couple years, so I'm a little bit rusty. I just haven't had any ideas, but now that I'm re-reading the Wicked series, I felt that I should write a Gelphie fanfic. Oh, so, on that note, it's a girlxgirl thing (not explicit yet) but it will be eventually, so if it's not your thing then just don't read it. Also, the perspective will probably change every chapter, and I will indicate at the start of the chapter whose perspective it is in in bold and italics. Reviews are greatly appreciated, as they make me as a writer and the story, better.

EDIT: I recently reread this chapter, and I thought it would be better if the chapters were split up. So that's what I did.

Elphaba

Elphaba sat alone in her room, silently reading yet another book that she picked up from the library. She had read about half of it the night before, and was very enthralled, however, that morning her mind was elsewhere. She kept thinking about her roommate, Galinda, although the blonde girl had been popping into her mind frequently, as of late. She had yet to question why, as the thought seemed altogether unnerving and frightening. It wasn't as if Elphaba was scared easily, no, in fact it seemed she was usually the brave one for everybody else.

However, when faced with the thought of trying to comprehend what she was feeling, or even going so far as to talk to Galinda about it, scared her to her core. The thought of Galinda laughing at her was horrible, but the worsr was the thought of Galinda not wanting to see Elphaba ever again. Now, seeing as they were roommates, that would prove to be difficult, but when Galinda put her mind to something, and really tried, she always got her way.

The green girl was content to think about it later, and by that she meant not anytime soon. Her slender finders fiddled with the corner of the page of her book. Her eyes drifted towards the ceiling and she eventually found herself leaning back into her gray bed, sighing as she hit her pillow. Whenever she thought of Galinda, she could feel her heart rate increase, she breathed a little bit faster, and she became increasingly jumpy. She was also overcome by this warm feeling of…what was it? Content..? Longing? No, it couldn't be.

Elphaba sighed once more, and fiddled with a strand of black hair that had fallen over her right eye. She wouldn't think about what this feeling was, but she still couldn't get her mind off of her blonde roommate. What made her feel like this anyway? Elphaba struggled with question for a minute, trying not to take in the repercussions, and finally she gave in. She would think about what she liked about Galinda, uninterrupted, for a couple moments and be done. Elphaba relaxed, closed her eyes, and let the blonde girl creep into her mind once more, and she couldn't help but smile.

It was the way that she looked in the morning when her hair, which softly curled gradually down to her shoulders, would be elegantly disheveled. Elegantly disheveled? Was there such a thing? Well, yes, Elphaba thought to herself, she supposed there was. At least for Galinda.

She was sure that her own hair got tangled and frizzy after a night's sleep, unlike Galinda's. And although the blonde complained about it incessantly in the mornings, and although Elphaba didn't have the heart to tell her she was wrong for fear of blushing and ending up looking like a dark green crayon, it was something she loved about Galinda. She would frequently wake up earlier than Galinda to get a good look at her (which she also would never tell Galinda because she was worried she sounded like a stalker), and at those times she was able to see the popular, over-the-top, loud, blonde girl in complete and utter peace. It was then that she noticed about the way her eye-lids fluttered slightly when she appeared to be dreaming.

And the way that her lips would sometimes curl up into a small smile, depending on the dream, or her eyebrows would furrow and she'd get those cute little wrinkles in between her eyebrows…Wait, Elphaba stopped herself, did she just say 'cute'? "Hmpf," she said out loud. Well, she would have none of that.

Maybe it was the way she looked when the sunlight hit her. Elphaba already thought Galinda was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful, in fact she had time even looking at her these days without staring, and it was near-impossible to conceive that she could be any more stunning.

But, Galinda was always surprising, and it was true. When the light hit her just right, it would illuminate her bright yellow hair, and make her face seem to almost radiate. And at night, her blue eyes seemed to shine brighter than the brightest star Elphaba had ever seen. They were the clear summer blue sky. They were perfect, and Elphaba would look into them for hours if she could.

But perhaps it was the way she talked and laughed. At first, Elphaba thought it was high-pitched and annoying. Now, however, it was the perfect soundtrack to her imperfect life. When the blonde would throw her head back and laugh honestly, the way only Elphaba was able to make her do, the green girl couldn't help but smile, even if she was in a bad mood. And it was the way she could get so enthusiastic about some things, however menial.

Even shopping and make-overs, which Elphaba was never particularly keen on, however just the look on Galinda's face when she said "Yes, I'll go out shopping with you" or "Yes, you can try and style my hair", was enough to please Elphaba. In fact, Galinda's intensity in such things scared Elphaba a little bit, not in a frightening manner, it just made her slightly nervous.

Or it could have been the way that Galinda, although popular and sometimes fake around her friends (that was something she disliked intensely), was a rational, thinking girl, with nothing but good intentions. Elphaba found it to be marvelous when Galinda would return from a class and they would actually have discussions about what she learned. And although that seldom happened, Elphaba looked forward to it nonetheless.

What intrigued the Thropp Third Descending the most was Galinda's never ending good intentions. It seemed foreign to Elphaba, although she spent her time advocating for Animal rights against the Wizard. Because of her skin, she had been brought up to believe that she was a monster, not completely human, and that she was wicked. However much Elphaba tried to convince herself that she was not, there was always that little part of her that believed in what people like her father and Pfannee and Shenshen said about her.

And as the green Munchkinlander sat in her shared room with Galinda Upland alone, her book having long been set aside, her eyes completely closed, she realized that it was all of those reasons and more.

Like it so far? That was just an exposistion. Please review!