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The sound of a door shutting is the last thing Wednesday hears before stillness returns to their room, only disturbed by raindrops thudding on the panes.
Even the weather feels my misery and anguish , she muses. Wednesday shakes her head and sits in front of her bed on the floor, shutting her eyes and rubbing a hand over her face.
She never expected cohabitation to be so difficult.
First it was the colorful side of Enid’s room – they’d clashed over that issue, and thereafter Enid decided to remove some of the decorations to make amends with her roommate. Then there came the music – oh god, the music. Wednesday was enraged by Enid’s K-pop. ‘Loona’ Wednesday thinks it was; it irritated her like crazy. Her pale complexion would grow fiery crimson. It was like Enid was the Monday of her life.
And now, this.
Wednesday heaves a deep sigh. She’s not sure whether she wants to keep living in this way, if her existence is just going to be a cycle of dreadful conflicts day after day. Wednesday’s not certain how much longer she can put up with this Enid.
Something firm and calloused subtly pats her hand, and she glances down to encounter Thing. “Hey you,” she says flatly. “How are you faring lately, Thing?”
Thing can’t reply back, obviously, but it’s not gesturing anything either.
“I do wish it’s been better than mine. Enid’s being a brat, making me feel weird. I don’t know. I- I like her, I suppose, don’t take a different view, but,” Her head falls back against the bed. “I just pray she wakes up some day and stops being the obnoxious, entitled snob she acts as. I just want her to quit it, you know?”
Enid’s now been locked up in their shared bathroom for what Wednesday’s certain has been a fair enough amount of time. She hopes Enid heard all of that; perhaps it’d serve as a wake-up call.
An hour later, Enid gently unlocks the bathroom door and slips out. She couldn’t hear anything coming from anyplace in the room, and she worried for an instant that Wednesday had deserted her there. The mutter of a voice somewhere in the room then soothed her.
Wednesday is tracing swirls and shapes on the hardwood floor with her finger as Enid moves into the room, and Thing is absent from sight.
“Wends,” she begins, steadily inhaling when the raven-head looks up at Enid. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect myself to get so mad.”
Wednesday sighs. “That doesn’t bother me, Enid. I’m just frustrated since we never seem capable of finding common ground. We should be competent to deal with instances like these.”
There’s silence. “So what are you suggesting?” Enid anxiously nibbles her lower lip. “Please don’t tell me you’re giving up on us as roommates.”
Wednesday blinks, taken aback. “I’m not suggesting we should give up on this, Enid. If I’m being entirely honest, you’re- you’re one of the best roommates anyone could have, and I’m realizing that. It’s just that...I wish we could move over these stupid fights.”
Wednesday stands up, and Enid rushes over to hug her roommate.
Wednesday stills, eyes widening. She’s never been hugged before. Not like this. She’d hate it if this was someone else embracing her, being so close and in contact with her, but it’s Enid . Enid is hugging her.
The taller girl’s been wavering on her feet somewhat, but Wednesday eventually encircles her arms around Enid’s waist, tightening her grip.
“You’re way too important to me. Please believe that, Wends. I’ve just been…dealing with more internal stuff.” The werewolf muffles into Wednesday’s inky hair.
Wednesday drinks in what she says. “Yeah, yes. You…” The shorter girl swallows. She can’t be affectionate, and this feels way too intimate.
Wednesday wants to express how much Enid matters to her, too. In fact, she wants to tell her far more than just that. She wants to tell Enid about how she makes Wednesday’s dull heart beat faster. How Enid paints her pale cheeks scarlet red, and how much it rattles her when Enid praises Wednesday on how “pretty” she looks that day. Or when Enid begs Wednesday to braid her hair and Wednesday, despite her want to resist, says yes. Because it’s Enid, and something about her electrifies Wednesday.
“You– you…uhm…you mean a–” Wednesday’s cut off by Enid pulling away, but she doesn’t move her arms from where they’re ringed around Wednesday’s neck. And Wednesday doesn’t let go of her grip on Enid’s waist.
Both their eyes lock. Wednesday feels a surge of energy. Like being shocked by the spark that resides within Enid’s eyes.
Somehow, they’re inching closer. Wednesday’s eyes fix on Enid’s lips, and Enid’s set on Wednesday’s gaze.
When her nose brushes over Enid’s, time stands still, and the thrill in her stomach grows stronger. Wednesday’s heart is pounding in her chest, and her knees are growing weaker. She can only think of how soft Enid lips already feel.
It's like an eternity. Something compels Wednesday to meet Enid’s eyes, and once she does, she freaks; breaking away. Enid flinches back and her heart sinks from its levitating spot in her chest.
Wednesday’s mouth is hung open, not knowing what to do or say. The tension and quiet envelops the air between them, and the whole room, leaving it unpleasant and tight, and Wednesday hates it all. She needs to leave. Right. Now.
Enid’s brows pinch together and she pauses for a moment, “Wh-”
“I should shower!” Wednesday cuts hastily. “Yeah. Yes- I should do that.” She stumbles over to her side of the room to grab her clothes rapidly and charge into the bathroom, leaving Enid stumped.
Wednesday reflects. That happened. Okay that- that actually happened. She stares at herself in the mirror, grows annoyed at how pink her cheeks are. She splashes water onto her face. Get a grip .
The more she stares at herself in the mirror, the more hot tears pool against her long lashes before brimming down her face and onto the bathroom floor. Wednesday feels the heat creep up her neck. Why couldn’t she just do it?
Wednesday wipes beneath her nose with the back of her hand after her breakdown. She drags herself to her feet and takes a shower. It helps, but not totally. Her head aches when she realizes Enid is probably still in their room, waiting for her to hurry out.
The sun has already slipped from one side to the other by the time Wednesday finishes brushing her teeth. She breathes in deep. She opens the door.
Wednesday can’t see her anywhere. She starts to get worried - what if Enid left? Because Wednesday drew away?
She glances around and finds that the balcony doors are open. Enid’s staring out beyond Nevermore. Wednesday’s breathing steadies, she walks over to Enid. She steps lightly beside her.
Enid’s leaning against the railing, seemingly absorbed in thought. The full moon is obscured by a thin layer of clouds.
Wednesday’s face is framed with concern that pulls at her eyes. “Enid?”
Enid sips a glance at Wednesday, her eyes then skipping away. “Hey, Addams.” She says wearily.
Silence settles, the kind of silence that draws movement and breath out of a space. It’s heavy and it hangs, long and leaden; Wednesday can’t stand it. She hears Enid inhaling beside her.
“Do you like me?”
…What. That- what?
She swallows. “What?”
Enid turns to fully face directly in front of Wednesday. A curled fist rests on the ledge, the other arm hanging limply at her side. “You didn’t want that, did you?”
Wednesday’s breath hitches. They’re distanced by thousands of miles and an ocean of quiet. She has an answer. She was hungry for that kiss. She’d been yearning for that kiss. Way too much. She wants Enid way too much.
Wednesday steps closer. “Enid. I wanted that kiss, really. It terrifies me how much I wanted it.”
Enid gazes down at the shorter girl, who’s drifting closer. Wednesday’s fingers are suddenly grasping the front of Enid’s sweater, and Enid feels a little pull of being tugged even closer in. Even when confronted with Enid’s electrifying gaze, Wednesday won’t let go, and they’re both obviously savoring this closeness.
Enid smiles, heavenly soft and a little playful and taunting, leaning in to meet Wednesday’s lips. She closes the remaining distance. It’s unclear whether Wednesday is imagining this moment into existence, but Enid’s fingers loop around Wednesday’s waist with real intensity.
Enid’s lips are delicate and soft, and they taste faintly like some berry or fruit. They part gradually and comfortably, with no worry in the world outside this exact moment, and the intimacy is dazzling. Enid kisses as though Wednesday is the heart of her universe.
There’s a pure, pleasant quiet that surrounds after the kiss. A strong sense of calm drowns out the painful thoughts that had been replaying in the back of Wednesday’s mind earlier.
It starts to lightly drizzle, so they make their way back inside their dorm. Enid says quietly, “Wends, seriously. I’m sorry I got so angry earlier.”
Wednesday clutches her hand. “Sinclair, really, it’s fine. I don’t care about that anymore.”
Enid’s smile is warm. Wednesday unbraids her hair as Enid combs through hers. As they get ready for bed, they sneak glimpses at each other, warm blushes on their faces, sweet grins. Wednesday decides to sleep beside Enid.
“That was nice. What we did earlier. That’s something we should do again.” Wednesday says with a light tone.
“Yeah, we should,” Enid grins.
“Maybe I do like you - a lot. I really really like your happy face.”
Enid beams, softly hitting her shoulder. “I like you a lot too. I really like your serious face.”
They’re both relieved they finally said it, what they were both wanting to tell each other all this time.
“Sorry, I can’t stop smiling,” Enid laughs, hiding her face into Wednesday’s neck. Wednesday smiles, dimpled and all, and rests a hand on the back of Enid’s head. “Yeah, I think I like you more than I like anyone.” Wednesday says.
They drift asleep radiant and fuzzy-headed.