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“Yoko, you better take a picture for blackmail.” Bianca jokes, chuckling off the chill down her spine looking at all the dead animals surrounding the two girls in front of them. While the rest of the Nightshades gather everyone into the Quad for a morning announcement, Bianca and Yoko set out to investigate Enid’s panicked texts, sent at 1 in the morning.
Enid
YOKO I’M GOING TO KILL WEDNESDAY
Which, funny enough, the vampire ignored it and went back to sleep assuming Wednesday did something to offend Enid and was looking for a place to stay again. They argue like a married couple, geez. They can deal with it tonight, I’m exhausted. She thought before flopping into her bed. Yoko had no doubt they’d have already made up by the next morning, but of course, panic ensued when she was informed by other girls in Ophelia Hall that the ‘duo of the day’ disappeared from their quarters and hadn’t made it back.
Bianca was the least panicked hearing this information knowing firsthand what Wednesday Addams was capable of but she was curious to see how the night turned out for the two. A part of her hoped maybe they had a little gay escapade, secretly rooting for them after their overly tense hug after reuniting with the rest of their peers earlier that evening.
Knowing the mastermind was murdered in cold blood in front of her, Bianca didn’t feel any worry for the girl in black. I bet on Xavier’s flat ass Wednesday either killed Enid or kissed her. She thought as she roamed into the woods with Yoko. And they got the biggest room in Ophelia Hall, why chose to bump purses in the woods? Not romantic. At all.
But arriving at a scene with a sacrifice-esque circle of dead animals with them sleeping soundly in the middle was beyond Bianca and Yoko’s expectations for Enid and Wednesday’s nightly affair.
“Y’know I feel a slight hunch that I shouldn’t be surprised that this was how this morning would turn out.” Yoko deadpans, kicking over a dead rabbit with a part of its back bitten off.
“Don’t even start. This is so, Addams. Looking at this kinda makes me regret rooting for these two.” Bianca replies, shuffling in place overwhelmed by the sight. The two shared a moment in silence, searching within the grotesque scene in front of them for the next move.
Breaking the silence, Yoko yells, “Ooo my favorite!” and lunges towards a nearby hog, pulling out a metal straw and stabbing it into the headless animal’s open wounds and helping herself to breakfast. Bianca stares at the vampire in disgust, with her upper lip raised and nose wrinkled, it took a moment before Bianca could regain her vocabulary to yell at the other girl to put the food down.
The vampire refuses to listen and continues to slurp down on the hog’s leftover blood.
“Gosh Yoko, focus! What are we going to do with these two gay idiots?”
“Dibs on carrying Wednesday. I am NOT touching Enid, miss ma’am marinated in blood the WHOLE night.” Yoko exasperates while throwing the bloodless hog over her shoulder. But before Bianca could offer a rebuttal, their argument was cut short.
“Dissipate your qualms, intruders. I will carry Sinclair myself.” A voice bellows, stemming from the shorter girl who was hauling both her and Enid’s weight to a stand. Keeping the sleeping girl on her chest, Wednesday maneuvers Enid’s body to a princess carry. Bianca silently helps by taking the coats that were on the forest floor and dusting them off to cover Enid’s body, watching the werewolf snuggle deeper into Wednesday’s chest— And witnessing Wednesday Addams fend off a blush.
Without another word, Wednesday headed towards the academy first, leaving Yoko and Bianca to their wild imaginations.
“You saw that right? I’m not insane?” Bianca was speechless, hand stuck over her mouth.
“These bitches gay!” Yoko screams, skipping her chaotic self over to Wednesday who was a good meter away. Bianca lets her hands fall from her mouth and runs over to catch up, smiling to herself in excitement. Ugh, I want to tease her.
“Addams.”
“Barclay.” Wednesday utters back, eyes unmoving from the path in front of her, keeping her march steady and gentle.
“You like Enid, don’t you?” Wednesday halts. Yoko sneers from beside her, giving the sleeping girl in Wednesday’s arms a boop on the nose, making the girl wrinkle it in response. With Enid’s sleep being compromised, Yoko earned herself a deathly stare from the one carrying Enid, making the vampire back away into hiding behind her precious friend Bianca. Wednesday presses on.
“What a ghastly presumption. What makes you think I have romantic feelings for Sinclair?”
“Well I never specified romantic feelings, I just asked if you liked Enid.” Yoko said quietly, from behind Bianca. She must have a death wish. Bianca thought, rolling her eyes.
“Addams, you can fool yourself but you can’t fool us. Last I saw you that red was when I nicked your forehead at fencing.”
“You’re ridiculous. I don’t like Enid Sinclair. We’re just roommates. Nothing more.”
“ And they were roommates… ” Yoko whispers to Bianca causing her to laugh out loud at the other girl’s vine reference.
“Please, Addams. If you were just roommates, why’d you spend the whole night with her? If anything, wouldn’t you enjoy the peace and quiet with Enid out?”
“OMG yeah! Plus I can’t believe THE Wednesday Addams was worried about Enid. You probably didn’t know but like, Sinclair comes from a line of alphas, so it’s not like there was anything to be worried about in the first place.”
“I wasn’t worried.”
“Then what were you? In love ?” Bianca implies, not expecting the other girl to be beet red when she looks up. Smiling, she looks at Yoko with a victorious glint in her eyes, taking Wednesday Addams’ silence as another victory in her book. “Whatever floats your boat, Addams. I know you like suffering and all, but trust me. This isn’t the kind you’ll enjoy.”
Bianca said her farewells and told Wednesday what she’ll be announcing to the rest of the school during the morning meeting led by the Nightshades. Parting ways, Yoko waved the two goodbye as Wednesday took Enid to their dorm to wash off last night’s adventure.
Watching the two girls leave, Yoko turns to Bianca, ushering her to open her phone. The vampire then AirDrops the siren a forbidden photo.
“Yoko, you did NOT.”
“Hey, you told me! Can I please send this to Divina? I made a bet with her during their hug last night—”
“Just make sure it doesn’t go around or you’ll die before you turn 1900, dumbass.”
Back at their dorms, Wednesday kicked the door open and walked into the room, only to kick it close behind her. Still carrying Enid in her arms. She realized halfway up the stairs the other girl was already awake, seemingly enjoying her morning ride.
“Enid, I know you’re awake. Either you get off of me or I drop you.”
Nothing, at first.
“On a count to three. Three.” Wednesday drops the blonde.
“Wednesday what the hell? You said to three!”
“But I did. I did say three.”
“No one does it like THAT?” Wednesday throws her black coat over Enid as she walks into her own closet, preparing for a shower.
“Hmm. For someone who didn’t have to touch the floor until this moment, you’re quite picky.”
Enid stared at the other girl in disbelief, then went to massage her lower back where the impact hit the most. She then put on Wednesday’s coat to dress her currently naked form. Ugh, has she always smelt this good? Wednesday proceeded with her morning rituals, taking up their shared bathroom to shower and get clean, trying to forget Enid had heard everything she said the night before.
While the other girl prepares, Enid continues to sit on the floor, ruminating on the words she heard. Maybe I was dreaming. Enid shakes her head. Bianca and Yoko were teasing Wednesday on the way back—Even if it was a dream it doesn’t change the fact that Wednesday… Has a crush on me too.
Enid finds herself in an awkward predicament. Daydreaming about her roommate was definitely not on her Nevermore bingo card. If only Wednesday was even a tiny bit like her father .
A moment passes.
Enid’s hand flew to her mouth, realizing. She already is. Between the attempt to comfort her and the midnight chase, don’t even get Enid started on them sleeping in each other’s arms. Wednesday Addams does take from her father. Now, this sets the girl off. Every romantic scenario she could think of, she was already envisioning it. She was already thinking of all the Weathervane dates they could go to now that Tyler (derogatory) isn’t there. Wednesday could read or write about her book while Enid knits another snood. They could also go take morning hikes and explore the academy. If Wednesday truly had a soft spot for Enid, maybe she could let the blonde paint her nails. With color. I can’t get ahead of myself. We’re not even dating and I’m already imagining us together. But she couldn’t help it. The evidence is all there. Not even Wednesday Addams can refute this universally ordained fate. She squeals.
Enid rolls onto her stomach, kicking her feet and giggling at the thought. Oh, I have it so bad for Wednesday Addams.
“Enid.”
She freezes, rolling over to her back and pretending the other girl did not have to witness that. Looking at Wednesday, her eyes trail up from Wednesday’s checkered pajama pants to her black shirt hanging loosely on her thin frame, all the way up to her wavy black hair that Enid never seems to see out of a braid until this moment.
Oh my god. Wednesday Addams with her hair down. I might cry.
As if she didn’t just suffer gay panic, Enid replies monotonously. “Wednesday.”
“Shower. Now. As much as I like to see you covered in blood,” Wednesday mutters as she looks Enid up and down, then blushing and looks at the ceiling as she realized the only other thing covering her was her own coat. “You stink.”
Gasping as if she were offended, Enid dramatically stands up, walked over to her dresser to gather her clothes, and quickly rushed into the bathroom dropping all her belongings onto the countertop. Closing the door behind her, Enid found herself looking in the mirror. Enid cringes horrifically, covering her eyes in shame. I cannot believe I looked like a 3-day old used tampon in front of her. Oh my god, like, kill me now.
Turning on the shower, Enid goes to scrub off the dried blood. Violently.
As Wednesday sits on her bed drying her hair, she hears Enid curse in the shower.
“Fuck! I DO stink!”
A light chuckle escapes Wednesday’s usually sealed lips, making the girl slightly perturbed and caught off guard. Thing, who enjoyed his quiet night, was facing Wednesday on the desk, sending insinuating signals to the girl frozen at the moment.
“Stop it, Thing. You are alluding to blasphemy.” Wednesday mumbles as she steals a quick glance at the bathroom door. Focusing in, she can hear Enid hum to k-pop in the shower, partnered with the sounds of her loofa terrorizing Enid’s outer layer of skin.
Her lips manipulated into a smile against her will, remembering moments from nights before. Tenderly thinking of Enid’s warmth on her clothes and the sound of her tiny snores. Usually, Wednesday can’t sleep in such an uncontained environment. Preferably, she’d rather be buried alive than exposed, but the weight of Enid’s body over hers was comforting. The feeling of someone else’s heartbeat against her own was a different type of bliss that Wednesday could not understand. It was beyond the feeling of victory and pride when she crushed Thronehill’s skull under her own boot. It was beyond the thrill of finding new ways to kill somebody or learning a new fact about the Bermuda triangle.
Against everything she’s ever known, Enid was a fascinating new conundrum Wednesday was excited to explore. But something was holding her back. Fear was not a familiar feeling with Wednesday. Fearing not even death itself, there wasn’t a lot that could conjure such a beautiful spirit. She loved it on other people, but Bianca was right. This plague they call fear was not to be messed with.
Why do I fear her rejection when not even death can move me? Shifting her gaze down to the floorboards, Wednesday continues to dry her hair with a towel. After she was satisfied, she moved herself to her desk, sitting in front of her typewriter. With everything that’s led up to Viper’s beautiful ending, Wednesday couldn’t muster the energy to write.
Being on the farther end of the writing spectrum where there were too many words in her mind to write, Wednesday hit yet another writer’s block. Not even a diagram on a blank piece of paper could salvage her mind from herself. The more she tried to empty her brain she felt like more thoughts came to fill the empty spaces. All too many words but not a single one worthy of being written. Wednesday heaves in frustration, taking the paper she was typing out. And along with the ones she used to vomit up her thoughts, they were trashed.
Wednesday rests her back against her chair, slipping lower into it and resting her head on the back of it. She releases her wet hair from sticking to the back of her head, letting it flow over the back of the chair to air it out. Closing her eyes, Wednesday tries to covet her thoughts to think more linearly.
But in the end, it was for naught. The very thing she was trying to forget, got herself cleaned up and ready to pester Wednesday’s mind yet again. Feeling her stare, Wednesday opens her eyes to see a finally fully-clothed Enid, arms crossed and staring at the girl in black.
“We need to talk.”
“Goodness, we haven’t even exchanged morning salutations and you’re already getting ahead of yourself. Good mourning, Enid.”