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“enid.”
the name’s owner slowly turns around, bracing herself for whatever is about to happen. you never knew with wednesday, it could be as simple as ‘stop breathing so loud.’ or it could be something more realistic, like: ‘have you seen the shovel? …why? i need to bury something in the woods of course.’
“…yes?” enid flinched slightly as she realized how intensely wednesday was staring at her
“i heard that your english instructor spoke very highly of your “informal narrative”. the one you wrote with my typewriter. he called it- if i’m not mistaken- “poetic and inspired”.”
like a plague, a smile breaks out onto enids face “REALLY?? HE SAID THAT??”
“yes. he even used it as an example. an example for what, i’m not sure.”
the werewolf(who now has the zoomies) quickly stands up from her desk chair to start jumping up and down with her hands closed tightly against her chest which causes wednesday to take a step back from her, “I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS OH MY GOD!!! i thought my piece was honestly really corny and sloppy- BUT IT WAS AN EXAMPLE??? AHH!! THIS IS THE BES-“
“-may i read it?”
enid’s jumping abruptly stops, “w-what?”
“may i read your narrative?”
“but i thought it was used as a class example? doesn’t that mean he read it in front of the cla- ohmygod it got read in front of the class..”
“yes it did. but i was, regretfully, not listening. it did not interest me until afterwards when he announced who the author was.”
“aw :]”
“look at me with affection in your eyes again and i will tear them from your skull.”
“:]” enid’s smile does not falter despite her roommate's graphic threats “so! my narrative..let me see if i have a copy somewhere!”
~~~ (a/n: putting in a time skip to after enid reading her narrative aloud to wednesday because i don’t feel like copy and pasting the whole thing from last chapter into this chapter lolol)
after reading, enid hesitantly looks up to her roomate, “so..? is it wednesday addams approved?”
she stares at the floor unblinking for a moment (typical), after a beat she looks up to meet enid’s eye, “no. i think it was far too short. consider making it longer, i would be interested to hear your fully explored thoughts on the weather. perhaps i would even allow you to use my typewriter again.”
she’s helpless in stopping the faint blush from forming on her face that’s swiftly followed by a word vomit the size of manhattan, “you’d do that? really?- you don’t have to, your typewriter is really interesting and fun- is fun a good word i don’t know- it was fun to use! but i don’t want to impose or anything because again i know how important it is to you! and i don’t want to mess it up or anything!” she’s rambling ABORT ABORT- “..hahaaa..”
wednesday’s eyebrow twitches downward in a barely noticeable movement, “i don’t say things i don’t mean, enid.”
“oh, well, thank you :)”
wednesday doesn’t dignify that with a response, she simply turns around and walks back over to her side of the room.
enid starts daydreaming of a never ending thunderstorm.