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“Wednesday!” Enid whisper-yelled in her ear, standing somewhere slightly off to the side, just so much that Wednesday would have to turn her head at least ninety degrees to even see her. Despite that, it still felt, frankly enough, Enid was too close for Wednesday’s comfort. Too close. There was a line between personal space and something that went beyond that, and right now, Enid was freely walking like the line didn’t even exist in the first place. Wednesday was a victim in this situation—something all of them failed to realize. “This is like— totally illegal, Wednesday! And not to mention, something I didn’t agree to do!”
“You’ll live.” Wednesday replied dryly, not even bothering to turn her head, since Enid would hear her anyway no matter what way she was facing. Werewolf hearing and all. “Probably.”
Something Wednesday did note though, that being stuck together with the most colorful and obnoxious person ever was proving to be quite the mental torture. And not the good kind. For one, she wasn’t able to get rid of Enid in any way she tried to—spells, loopholes and even a ritual; She’d spent whole eight hours, leaned against her bedframe, researching potions while Enid slept like a complete fool. For some reason, whatever mix of chemicals the blonde had managed to make and dump on both of them, had resulted in something completely unseen before—even the school was clueless, despite their archives that went back decades.
And two, Enid quite literally loved to hear her own voice it seemed. For the past twenty-something hours, Wednesday had gotten to stuffer from Enid talking her ears off about anything and everything—music trends, perfumes, boys, classes—to the point where Wednesday had considered getting ear-plugs just so she could be able to think in peace. Or actually anything that would help her to get away from Enid’s antics.
“This isn’t fair! I didn’t sign up for any of this!” Enid whined again and the sound reminded Wednesday of a kicked puppy. She was fairly sure even Pugsley couldn’t reach high notes like that if she had to waterboard it out of him. Pathetic. “I agreed to go outside to ‘get a breath of fresh air’ not whatever.. This is!”
“This,” Wednesday replied through gritted teeth, finally turning around to face Enid, whose eyes were the size of a tarsier. “Is called collecting evidence.”
“It’s wrong, Wednesday!”
“What are you, my mother?” She bit back and turned to the gate again, reaching out to pull on the lock, to see if it’d come free. It didn’t. “I’ve been planning this for weeks now. Just because you’re stuck to me, doesn't mean that you will get to ruin it.”
Unfortunately for Enid, Wednesday Addams wasn’t going to be stopped because of a lock.
Wednesday kneeled until her knees hit the damp grass, before she lowered her arm and slipped the duffel bag off her shoulder, and set it on the ground. Zipping it open, Wednesday pulled out bolt cutters, stood up, lowered them to the lock and within a single cut, the lock dropped to the ground with a thud.
Enid grimaced. “Um.. pretty sure that’s called breaking and entering, Wednesday.. Which is STILL illegal!"
She stopped and turned her head to look at Enid with the type of glare that made the blonde slightly jump, but at least she would be sure that Enid knew how serious she was. “Only if you get caught.”
Enid rolled her eyes, then shivered slightly, wrapping both arms around herself. “Wow—because that’s totally so reassuring! Thanks Wednesday! I’ll keep that in mind for when we get arrested!
Probably not.
But still, she ought to be careful.
With Enid squeaking like that in the middle of the night, who knows what kind of attention she’d attract.
“We won’t.” Wednesday deadpanned. “We’ll be in and out before Weems or the dorm staff notice we’re gone.”
She untangled the chain that held both parts of the gate together and dropped it next to the lock. Pushing one side of the gate slightly open, Wednesday went in, followed by a worried looking Enid a split second later.
“This isn’t a good idea, Weds, I—”
“Stop that.”
“I’m just saying, like if we get attacked here then I’ll totally come back to haunt you!” Enid mumbled, looking around the property at all of the overgrown vines and chiseled brick walls. “Why here anyway..? This place like gives me the creeps—”
“This is the last place where someone spotted the wendigo.”
Enid chewed on her bottom lip, throwing a few more random glances around, before letting out a humorless laugh. “Wendigo… right. Those are the like— big scary deer looking guys?”
“Mhm.” Wednesday offhandedly replied, pulling open a broken window that looked large enough that they’d be able to make it through inside. “You’re a werewolf, Enid, stop behaving like a lap dog.”
“Well—I’m even bad at that…” The blonde trailed off, staring at the jagged glass shards of the half broken window. “You’re not expecting me to climb through that, right?”
Wednesday stared at her, almost like it was the most obvious answer in the world. “How else do you propose we get inside?”
“Um—not go in at all?”
“Wrong answer.”
She took two steps forward, then reached up and grabbed a wall on the inside before climbing up onto the windowsill and through the window; her combat boots hit the wooden floor with a soft thud. Wednesday turned to look at Enid, standing on the other side, illuminated by the pale moonlight, face completely drained of color.
Enid shook her head. “I can’t, Wednesday.”
“Can’t what?” Wednesday deadpanned, slightly tilting her head. “If you can’t climb through, then in a second you’ll drop to the ground in pain when I leave.”
“So will you.”
“Fair point.”
Enid inhaled really deeply, then a second later exhaled.
“Help me?”
Wednesday stared at her for a moment. “Keep dreaming.”
“Please?”
She lingered, considered ending it all right then and there, before stepping closer to the window and extending her palm to Enid.
The blonde smiled and reached for it, not wasting a second.
Enid’s palm was warm in hers. Soft. Too warm. Her skin would definitely turn inside out later from all of the color on the blonde's nails.
In a single quick pull, Enid was up on the windowsill and inside the room. Suddenly without even meaning to, Wednesday noticed the lack of distance both of them had. Enid was too close—again.
“Thank you,” Enid replied, cheeks tinted slightly pink as she glanced down to smooth down her plaid skirt. “I’m still like really scared though!”
Wednesday pulled out a flashlight from the pocket of her coat and began to make her way through the shadowy hallways of the abandoned house. “Then perhaps you should stop hesitating on your decisions.”
“Well—not like I had a decision when you decided to drag me here in the middle of the night, Wednesday!”
“You’re a big dog, Enid. There is nothing here that could take you on, most likely.”
She pushed a door open, peaking inside.
Nothing.
Enid whined. “The.. wendigo?”
“Not in this house.” Probably not. “I can guarantee that.”
“You’re totally watching my favorite romcom’s with me after this..”
“No.”
“Yes,” Enid retorted, standing her ground. “The price for dragging me here.”
Wednesday sighed. “Won’t be long now.”
Turns out Enid wasn’t kidding.
“Come on!” Enid rolled her eyes, nudging Wednesday with her shoulder—a gesture which she found wasn’t as… unpleasant as she’d thought, given she’d endured a lot worse in the span of three days—before glancing back at her laptop. “You’re totally gonna love this one! So basically, it’s about this girl who gets threatened with deportation, so she has to pretend-marry her assistant to get out of the whole thing.”
Wednesday stared at the screen, rather the large ‘proposal’ in the title, coming to the conclusion that Enid’s proposal of watching this torture sucked. Watching funerals was more entertaining—and Wednesday did that in free time.
“Dreadful.” She replied dryly, watching the grin on Enid’s face only widen. “I’d prefer to get waterboarded instead.”
“Just give it a chance, Weds, you’ll live!”
“They’re boring.” Wednesday mumbled. “All of them end the same way. Happily. There are no blood rituals or sacrifices."
Enid sighed dramatically. “Yea, that’s why it’s a comedy?”
“Fine. I suppose I will.. Try to get through this with my sanity intact.” Which, probably, was a bad idea, thinking about it. “If you breathe a word of this to anyone—”
“Find some gruesome way to murder me, believe me, I know.”
The next thing she knew, Enid had hit play, making the laptop come to life, as the title screen rolled, further illuminating Enid’s face—a single beam of light in the pitch black room.
“Oh, by the way,” Enid suddenly turned to her, while still looking at the screen. “If you try to wiggle your way out of this bed and skip watching, I promise, I will make sure that it will end badly for you.”
Wednesday couldn’t even begin to comprehend what that meant, when her mind had already begun to conjure up vile visions.
Suddenly she could feel the slight tingle in her face. And Enid.
And the fact how warm everything suddenly felt.
Fifty two minutes in and Wednesday was left staring at the screen as the constant weight of Enid’s head on her shoulder held her down.
“Wh…Why is it so cold?!” Enid stammered, clutching her sparkly pen a bit tighter. “Do you not have like.. Heating in here or something?”
Momentarily Wednesday stopped typing, lifting her fingers off of the keys, right in the middle of a sentence, before turning her head to look at the blonde.
“They’ll turn it on in a month.” She simply deadpanned, sighing. “A bit later than last year. You should’ve known that, it was on the school’s announcement board for at least a week. Instead of following news, you’re wasting your time on insipid gossip.”
“Hey—my blog is doing just fine, thanks for asking!” The blonde bit back with a slight eyeroll. “How are you even functioning?”
“The cold doesn’t bother me.” Wednesday replied. “The surprise is how you’re not. Aren’t you the hot-blooded creature, Enid? Even frogs can survive being frozen solid by producing an internal antifreeze that prevents ice damage.”
“I am, but I still feel the cold, y’know?”
Wednesday could feel her jaw clench slightly. “There’s a sweater in my closet.”
“I— really? You’d let me borrow one? Wednesday I’m selfish Addams?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
She was about to return to the paper at hand, when Enid spoke again.
“Right, real funny, your closet is on the other side of the room. I’d have to—”
“Walk.” Wednesday finished cutting her off. “I’m aware. You’ll figure it out.”
For a moment Enid stared at Wednesday like she’d offended her whole family tree, before putting her pen down with a sigh and getting up from her stool.
“C’mon, Wednesday.”
“What?”
“Let's go to your closet.”
Wednesday glanced at Enid standing right by her side, but she didn’t react. Not instantly anyway. Upon waiting at least three full seconds, she finally replied.
“It’s my writing time.”
“Yea, but I’m cold, Wednesday! So you’ll get up or I’m going to forcefully drag you over this room if you won’t. Your choice.”
Enid really was threatening her.
At least she supposed it was a threat. Sounded like one.
“Good luck with that.”
“Wow—Aren’t you so cooperative today? Guess I don’t need to ask who fell out of the bed this morning, huh, Ήλιε μου?”
For some odd reason that got a reaction out of Wednesday. Mainly the one where she momentarily stopped breathing.
“That sounded like an insult.”
The blonde shook her head. “Uh—it wasn’t? It was sarcastic though… given your whole.. Thing.”
“What does it mean?”
Enid gave her the kind of smile that made her want to smash her head into a wall. “My sun. In Greek. Y’know.. Cuz you have this whole dark and brooding.. Okay, yea, bad joke.”
Wednesday turned her head back to the typewriter—Enid went silent.
A few seconds later, she felt the other girl stop behind her and before Wednesday could say anything—almost as if attacked—both of Enid’s arms wrapped around her.
“What—”
“Body heat.” Enid replied, cutting her off, somewhere really close to her ear. For once, she didn’t have to see it, but she could actually feel Enid’s grin spreading across her face. “Didn’t want to get up? Fine, suit yourself Wednesday.”
“Okay.”
“What was that?”
“Fine. I will go get you a sweater.” She retorted. “Just get off of me.”
Wednesday wasn’t sure if you could technically stop hating someone in four days time. Perhaps it was worth asking if she had really ‘hated’ Enid in the first place or only found Enid annoying given that the girl did everything in her power to constantly get on Wednesday’s nerves.
Obviously, there hadn’t been a steep switch up or anything of that nature, but somehow, Enid had found a way to wiggle her way inside between cracks of the wall Wednesday had built around herself.
The signs were all there. Wednesday could even make a list:
- Two days in, she had stopped trying to murder Enid. Which, in itself, probably not a huge change, but to anyone else who knew her only for that, it possibly might have seemed weird that the blonde had kept her head after the first day.
- Her biggest fear of being domesticated had become reality, because Wednesday could swear that Enid had begun to walk on the line between arguments and physical contact. Over the last twenty four hours Enid had begun to display that a bit too much—those random insipid touches that bothered Wednesday, but for some reason she found that she wasn’t able to do anything besides glare at Enid.
- Three days in, they had come back from class to Wednesday’s dorm, (that had been the place of residence, only because Wednesday had vowed to not stay at Enid’s) and Enid had looked at the evidence board on the wall, then at Wednesday and asked something along the lines of: ‘can you not keep this in our room?’ The scariest part of that might have been the fact that Wednesday hadn’t corrected her.
- Then there was that insipid werewolf ritual. Two days in, Enid had finally snapped in the middle of the night, saying that she couldn’t sleep, because Wednesday smelled weird and then had proceeded to attack Wednesday and get too close and personal with her neck. Apparently, carrying around the scent of Bianca after a fencing match hadn’t let her peacefully sleep.
What was next, Enid would call her mother and make plans independently?
Wednesday dreaded that.
For that reason exactly, she’d shoved the crystal ball in her closet. Less unexpected surprises, better for her. Truthfully, it was quite a weird feeling—being able to look at Enid, but not really being able to ‘hate’ her. Sure, wearing unicorn vomit and magically binding herself to Wednesday was grounds enough to not see eye to eye, however, Enid had managed to move past that without even mentioning it more times than needed.
“Wednesday?”
“Mm?”
Enid dropped her phone on the bed, slightly pacing in front of Wednesday with the type of walk that could only mean either someone dropped dead or Enid was about to tell her the most horrid news of all time.
“Okay—this is totes gonna sound insane, but uh.. I kinda need a tiny favor from you…” The blonde trailed off, holding her hands behind her back, her ‘puppy eyes’ on full display. “I promise nothing that involves you embarrassing yourself or anything, but I kinda have this this—okay maybe I’m underestimating this but—”
“Stop rambling.”
“Okay, right!” Enid nodded, then stopped exhaling, before finally speaking to Wednesday a few moments later. “I’m gonna wolf out!”
Wednesday glared. That was far from anything that she had waited for Enid to say. If anything, that probably was on the bottom of the list.
“I don’t see how that’s relevant to me.”
“Uh well, you kinda have to come with me to the lupin cages?”
Right.
For a moment she’d completely forgotten that she couldn’t separate herself from Enid for another two days. Which sucked.
“When?”
“Tonight!” Enid squealed, looking like a child who’d just done something she shouldn’t have. “Well—I don’t know, like some time.. The full moon is already rising and I can feel the tingle in my bones so…”
Wednesday was about to agree, but some part of her didn’t let her. Instead, the other part of Wednesday came up with an even dumber idea, which she didn’t think over before proposing it to Enid.
“Why not shift here?”
The blonde faltered. “What? Here? No, no, Wednesday that’s—”
“Do you have to be chained up?”
“Well—not really but..” Enid trailed off, looking super in thought for a moment. “Why exactly do you not want to go?”
Myriad of reasons, actually:
For one, while Weems would understand her predicament of accompanying Enid to the cages, she would most likely inform Morticia of said thing. It was an almost inescapable chain reaction, and Wednesday wouldn’t live that down. Her parents were better off… not being aware of this incident.
As well as, there was a cannibalistic shape-shifting monster on the loose. Since the cages were close to the forest, then if a Wendigo managed to get in, it would be almost like an extra fast delivery in a cage.
And—knowing how long the transformations lasted in wolf form, Wednesday wasn’t going to sit there all night letting good sleep go by, while a pack of hormonal mutts howled her ears off.
“My scent would do no good to the other wolves.” Was what she settled for, hoping that Enid would take the bait, solely because of the fact that her excuse sounded somewhat reasonable. “Since we’ve spent some time in close proximity, I doubt it would affect you much, but for others, it would overwhelm them and you do not want a bunch of wet mutts galloping through the nearby woods.”
“Um… I guess so, yea.”
“Good.” Wednesday replied before Enid had a chance to rethink her agreement. “I will soundproof the room then.”
Making her way toward the door, Wednesday took out a chalk from her chest of drawers and began to draw several sigils on the door, that would in theory block any sound from exiting the room, therefore effectively removing the chance of any unknowing housing-employee accidentally stumbling upon a werewolf while coming to check if Wednesday was asleep and not snuck out of the school.
The next time she turned around, Enid had taken her sweater off and sat down on the floor cross-legged, doing a really poor imitation of monks.
“Wednesday—I know I kind of already asked for a favor, but uh, if something goes wrong, can you inject me with these?” Enid asked, pointing to two syringes aligned side by side on the floor, filled with some kind of a liquid.
“Didn’t take you for an addict.”
“Oh c’mon it’s..” Enid rolled her eyes. “Just, that’s if something goes wrong and I lose control.. It’s diluted wolfsbane.”
“I see.” Wednesday mused. “In any case, if you do lose control, I’d take pleasure in being mauled by an out of control werewolf. The chance for that is rare, but never quite zero.”
“You’re not serious.. Right?”
“You’ll figure it out.”
“I feel it,” Enid suddenly spoke up after another five minutes of awkward, still silence. “I’m scared, Wednesday! I feel it like—climbing up my throat..”
“Don’t expect me to hold your hand through this.” Wednesday replied from where she was sitting on the floor, a bit over from Enid, calmly reading. “You’re a beast, Enid, not a lap dog. Prove me right, not the other way around.”
“But.. what if I can’t just—” Suddenly a sharp crack cut Enid off as her arm twisted at an almost impossible angle, causing the blonde to scream. “Ow— gosh, I—”
Wednesday set the book down by her side, then got up in a kneeling position next to her. “Breathe, Enid.”
“I—” Her other arm snapped, almost twisting in a hundred and eighty degree angle. “What.. if I— can’t..? It hurts!”
“Don’t fight it.” Wednesday said flatly, not even disturbed by the scene. Fascinated, even. “The more you try to go against it, the worse it will be.”
Something between a cough and a scream tore through Enid, causing her to slightly lose balance as the transformation continued.
“Feel it, Enid.” She continued, “Feel the violent pain clawing through your bones. Feel your skeleton being ripped apart and rebuilt.”
Enid cried out as her hands changed with blood-curling pops, fingers stretching and crackling. Her previously colorful nails lengthened, extending into sharp curved claws that looked like they could be able to slice anything apart. Wednesday took a step back as Enid’s backbone snapped, stretched and grew larger almost two times in size, light fur peaking through her half ripped clothes, quickly spreading like wildfire.
A low and almost feral growl escaped from Enid as her jaw elongated and teeth extended into sharp fangs. The color of her eyes changed slightly into something darker—wilder. The color of Enid’s hair still remained entwined in her fur, which Wednesday found interesting.
Before she knew it, Enid was gone, but in her place stood something else; a towering shadow of fur and muscle—not entirely human, obviously, but not really a beast. Not whatever fantasy she’d read about in books.
The wolf stared at her.
Wednesday stared back.
“Quite the control you possess, il mio lupo.” Wednesday muttered, observing Enid’s sharp fangs and how they’d feel tearing through flesh. “I suppose if you behave well, I won’t need to inject you.” to which she received another growl back.
Whatever that meant.
Enid leaned in, sniffed her, nudged her slightly, before lifting a single paw up—at which point Wednesday completely lost it and threw all of her expectations out the window.
“You really are just a giant mutt.”
The wolf looked around the room, taking it in and that was the point when Wednesday realized her dorm room was slightly too small for Enid. Perhaps the cage would have been a better idea.
Wednesday glanced at the clock hung up on her wall, then made her way to the nearby wall followed by Enid’s stare.
“You see this?” Wednesday lifted the calendar to the wolf’s eyes, crossing another date off. “It’s officially Saturday, so one more day and I’m free of you.”
Enid stared at it, but Wednesday could tell that there was only minimal thought behind those eyes, so she didn’t bother explaining it further.
How was she supposed to entertain the thing now?
There was no way of playing fetch.. Not inside anyway.
“I don’t suppose you’ll remember this in the morning.” Wednesday took her cello off the stand and turned to Enid. “Which is why I can do this.”
Weirdly enough, when she began to drag the bow across the strings, starting a song, it actually looked like Enid was listening—which probably was better than having an out of control wolf that could tear up her room in seconds and then her.
“No.” Wednesday suddenly stopped when the wolf began to inch slightly closer to her, to which she received something akin to a whine. “If you as much as try to lick me, Enid, I will take my silver knife and I’ll—” This time an actual growl cut her off. “Fine. I won’t. But that doesn’t mean it’s a challenge up for grabs.”
Fifteen or so minutes after playing, Wednesday put the cello down, then made her way over to the bed, turned the bedside lamp on and switched the overhead one off.
She laid down like she always did, arms crossed on her back.
There was peace for a moment.
Then the same moment was disturbed by Enid putting her large paw on the bed, which Wednesday could’ve sworn made it creak.
“No.”
The wolf whined.
“You can not get on the bed.”
It put the other paw up and Wednesday inhaled sharply.
“Fine. You win, Enid. I’ll sleep on the floor.”
Taking her blanket, Wednesday settled down on the carpet in the middle of the room and just as she expected, it didn’t take long for Enid to lay down next to her, emitting her into a bubble of heat.
The bright sunlight beams really tingled her eyes, not letting Wednesday sleep peacefully.
She opened them, staring at the ceiling of her own room.
She was on the floor.
Right.
Wednesday was about to get up, when the weight holding her down refused to move.
Glancing down she was met with messy, blonde hair. Enid’s hair, to be exact, and a very.. Naked Enid.
It didn’t help that her heartbeat sped up just a bit. Throat dried out. Maybe she was just sick.
It was fine.
Just that it would be a really awkward conversation.
Or none, if Wednesday managed to avoid it.
Better yet, the universe had completely screwed this to the point where she wasn’t able to run away from Enid even if she wanted to.
“Enid.”
Silence.
“Enid,” This time she nudged the girl a bit.
“Mhm..?” Came a reply as Enid spoke directly into her shoulder.
“Wake up.”
The blonde stirred against her, then Wednesday guessed Enid did open her eyes, because the next thing that came out of her mouth was a loud and sharp scream.
Instead of jumping up like Wednesday had expected her to, Enid did the opposite and clung to her tighter, which she supposed was a defense mechanism.
“Get off of me, Enid.”
“Why am I on the floor!?”
“Long story.” Wednesday deadpanned, trying to not memorize the weird feeling of Enid’s chest rapidly rising and falling against her as she continued to breathe so rapidly that it seemed like Enid was begging for a panic attack. “I would prefer if you did get off of me.”
“Why am I naked?!” Enid squeaked again. “Close your eyes!”
“It’s nothing I ha—”
“Wednesday!”
Sighing, Wednesday closed her eyes, enveloping herself in darkness once again.
“Satisfied?”
“Very,” Enid replied, finally pushing herself off of Wednesday as her feet quickly dashed across the room. “Gosh—I am totally so sorry for that.. I don’t know why or what or—”
“Breathe.”
“Okay, I’m.. you can open your eyes,” Enid stated another fifteen seconds later. Sure enough, she stood before Wednesday, wearing the most random assortment of clothes; probably the first thing she’d found in her bag, Wednesday guessed. “Can we please, like pretend that it never happened?! Like ugh! I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing.”
Wednesday stood up from the ground and for a moment just glared at Enid. “Define embarrassing.”
“So um… The next time we wake up, my.. Accident should be fixed.” Enid mumbled, laying down next to Wednesday. Under her blanket. On her pillow. Not even like she should be sleeping. Wednesday didn’t even know how that had happened. Lately though, she found that she minded Enid’s presence slightly less. Or even welcomed it, not that she’d admit that to anyone.
“I’m aware, yes.” Wednesday replied dryly, feeling Enid’s eyes bore into the side of her head. “That’s the reason you got the calendar for.”
“I’m just… you know that I didn’t want to put you in this position.. Really.” She continued, tone switching to a slightly softer one. “I’m sorry. I hope you know it wasn’t like totally personal or anything.”
Wednesday sighed, for a moment just trying to gather and group all of the thoughts in her head so they wouldn’t be a messy pile-up of words and actually a coherent sentence.
“You’re forgiven.”
Enid exhaled and it sounded like she’d been holding that breath for a while.
One step.
Two steps.
Wednesday was already counting back in her head. Each centimeter, each foot that she took felt like another step toward freedom, yet another step into the unknown. Because whether she’d like to admit and face it herself, over the week, Enid had become a significant part of her day. And perhaps even that was slightly downplayed, because they’d done literally everything together.
Three steps.
Then the fourth one.
Because now she was free from Enid.
She didn’t feel the intense pain climbing up her throat anymore or the feeling of hundreds of knives stabbing her at once with a force that could make her see white in the edges of her vision.
It was over.
Wednesday saw the exact moment of realization on Enid’s face when the distance didn’t hurt her anymore. Something perhaps between happiness and sadness; although Wednesday didn’t quite understand why Enid would be sad, she’d just gotten her ticket out of here and a lesson.
“It’s done.” Wednesday noted, taking another step back for good measure just to fully test it. “Whatever link you made is now broken.”
“Yea.. phew!” Enid chuckled, but the smile didn’t quite reach her ears. “I totes didn’t think I’d make it the week without going insane.. Or ending up in a ditch somewhere.”
“I suppose I’m surprised as well then.”
Enid lingered, slightly rocking back and forth on her feet, still standing in her pajamas, hands clasped behind herself.
“Wednesday? I uh— There is something else.. I’d like to um, thank you.”
“Thank?” Wednesday raised an eyebrow at her, staring at Enid skeptically as the girl took a step closer to her. “Why? I didn’t do anything.”
“No, yea.. I just, uh, wanna thank you for making me realize some things and stuff…”
“As long as you promise to hang me afterwards.”
“Actually this week altogether,” Enid took another step forward, slowly closing the distance. “I feel like I owe you a thank you for actually not like… kicking me out or something.. I mean, it totally could’ve gone a different way.”
Perhaps Enid was overexaggerating. Not like Wednesday had a choice anyway, there was nothing she could’ve done.
“You’re welcome.”
“Can I.. hug you?”
Wednesday lingered on that for a moment, blankly glaring at Enid before answering.
“If you must, but I’d prefer—”
She couldn’t get to finish the sentence when Enid crashed right into her, wrapping both arms around her and pulling Wednesday in with the applied supernatural strength of a thousand wolves and almost knocking both of them over in the process.
“Thank you,” Enid quietly echoed, when she leaned a bit back.
Wednesday stared, really stared deep into her ocean eyes, stuck in the moment—just breathing in the same space as Enid. None of them spoke and Enid didn’t break the contact despite it being past the three seconds of touch she’d been able to get away with before.
Perhaps Wednesday was the delusional one, but the slight glance of Enid’s eyes downwards to her lips couldn’t have been an optical illusion.
Even worse, the motion itself made Wednesday look as well.
“Enid...”
Before Wednesday could comprehend it happened, Enid closed the distance between both of them, pressing their lips together in an awkward motion that could be called a kiss, yet which knocked Wednesday completely off balance.
Just as quickly the softness of her lips was gone as Enid leaned back, completely red-faced, looking guilty as ever. For at least ten whole seconds none of them spoke, then Enid opened her mouth.
“I’m sor—”
“That was.. Satisfactory.” Wednesday concluded at the same time.
Enid’s lips parted a bit.
“What?” She breathed out. “Wait, wait, you’re not like joking— b’cuz..”
Wednesday blinked.
“I assume you’d know if I was joking, Enid.”
“You’re serious?” Something in her eyes lit up. “BecauselikeI’vetotallywantedtodothatforthelongesttime!”
“Breathe.”
“Oh my god!” The blonde groaned, letting out a soft chuckle. “You looked like you were about to murder me.. But geez I had to wait for the last day, cuz if you wanted me dead after that, at least I’d be able to run away or something…”
Wednesday subtly rolled her eyes.
“Enid. I… You’re probably the only person I don’t wish to bury alive.”
The blonde grinned, this time her smile was brighter than the previous five ones combined. “Is that the Addams way of saying you’re in love with me?”
“Don’t push your luck, mio sole.”