You, along with Glinda had always gotten along. Since kindergarten, and ever since then- you two have been attached by the hip. You two were so similar, yet so different. You two were a symbol of friendship- who had a bond closer than the two of you? But… this wonderful- healthy might I add friendship didn’t satisfy you. No, no… it wasn’t just about being friends for you. You cared about Glinda, you loved her. As a friend? Gosh, you wish you did. It was deep and passionate, and full with pure and innocent love. You didn’t desire her, no- you truly loved her and had heart flutters when her eyelashes batted your way.

You sat on the end of her bed on her side of the dorm room. It was awfully pretty, filled with her favorite color of course. Pink. What else? She talked on and on and on about… nonsense, really. Maybe what she was doing in class, maybe what shoes she was looking to buy, maybe about some dance coming up… Your least favorite topic was Prince Fiyero, for obvious reasons. Glinda had feelings for the shallow guy, and it pained you slightly to see her so head over heels for him. But with out a doubt, all you really care about is her being happy.

“Oh! I just got some new makeup brushes-”

Glinda hopped off the bed, reaching over to her vanity and holding up very (clearly expensive) pink brushes used for blush and other things like that. Typical Glinda. She rushed over to you, dusting the brush across your cheeks with a small giggle. Though, she stopped- realizing you didn’t laugh as you usually did.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like the brushes?”

She asked, completely oblivious to what was going though your head.