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Enid was in love.
Wednesday despised everything about it.
She watched, frown in place, as the blonde girl gushed about what to wear to her date.
To be fair, love in general made her insides twist into disgust. Maybe it was the way she had been raised, watching her parents and their threats of the family curse. Love was the family weakness, and she wanted no part of it.
But even with her well established distaste for anything romantic related, what Wednesday had felt the first time she had walked into their room and found Enid… Wrapped around some werewolf girl, kissing? It couldn’t be expressed into words.
And Wednesday had tried.
Revolt? Loathe? Repugnance? Hatred?
All of them seemed too mild to convey the strength of her feelings.
They had jumped apart, Enid’s face bright red, breathing heavily as she growled. Usually Wednesday would appreciate seeing her roommate in such a flustered state, but all she could focus on was how close Enid still was to this girl.
"Wednesday! Don’t you know how to knock? I put up a sign!”
Next to her, seemingly just as out of air was a werewolf girl Wednesday somewhat recognized as part of the school's pack. She didn't look nearly as rattled as Enid, only mildly annoyed at the interruption, fangs peeking out from her mouth.
Wednesday peeled her eyes off of the couple and eyed the door to their room. There was, in fact, a small “do not disturb” sign hanging on the door. It wasn't something that Enid had ever used before, so the young Addams hadn't even seen it.
“Don’t worry, babe,” The dark haired werewolf had laughed it off, kissing Enid once more. “I should bail anyway, see you tonight?”
Babe. The girl couldn’t even be bothered to come up with something that was actually flattering? Enid was il sole, she wasn’t anyone’s babe. In her place, Wednesday would have called Enid "luce dei miei occhi", "luce della mia vita", things that actually had meaning.
The intruder walked towards Wednesday, shot her a grin that was somewhere between smug and amused and spoke, "Take care of my girl, Addams."
Wednesday had half a mind to push her down the stairs.
As soon as they were alone Enid had jumped into a lecture on roommate etiquette, and then straight into gushing about her new girlfriend. Girlfriend.
Enid lit up like the sun, smiling brightly and recalling the story of how the girl had approached her and asked her out for coffee. Apparently she had called Enid pretty, and asked if she would like to try dating.
Wednesday hated it.
Sure, she understood that Enid wanted a lover, she knew the blonde's biggest fear was never finding a ‘mate’. And she understood that Enid would probably want her lover to be a werewolf just like her, someone who understood her.
But to date a werewolf from their school pack? And... That girl? Unthinkable.
This weak, spineless girl had known Enid for two whole years and hadn’t even approached her before. In fact, she hadn’t given her the time of day until Wednesday had arrived at school and threatened the alpha to order the pack to be nicer to the blonde.
If she truly liked Enid, it wouldn’t have fallen onto Wednesday to do such a thing. Either the girl was an idiot and hadn't paid the sunny werewolf any attention before, or she had but was too much of a weakling to do anything about it. The werewolf should have challenged the alpha in Enid’s name. Should have offered Enid the alpha’s pelt as a courting gift!
It irked her, how Enid couldn’t see that this werewolf girl was not an acceptable match.
Enid deserved someone better.
She had almost said it that very first day that Enid should break up with the weak girl. But Wednesday had convinced herself that the blonde would come to her senses sooner or later. That there was no reason to get involved.
It wasn't the case.
Days turned into weeks and Enid seemed more and more smitten with each passing day.
"Manda got me these roses, aren't they beautiful?"
No, they weren't beautiful, they were boring and unoriginal. Wednesday had grown up watching her mother tend to her garden, roses weren't the right flowers for Enid. Perhaps peonies? No, pink and orange gerberas, maybe accompanied by a single moonflower... Yes, much better.
"Manda invited me to go out into town with her and her friends tonight!"
Why waste a perfectly gloomy night with Enid in normie town? And with her pack of idiotic friends, no less. Wednesday would have made Enid a nice candlelit dinner, put on some music, perhaps they could dance under the moonlight of the balcony. Or maybe a picnic in the dark forest? Enid surely would enjoy the fresh smell of the trees, the feeling of the damp earth. The break from the pressure of being with other people. Were there any cemeteries nearby?
"Manda said my eyes are pretty!"
Enid's eyes weren't pretty. They were gorgeous. The way they shifted from warm and soft to hard and cold, the supernatural glow that took over them during nighttime... To call them "pretty" was such a gross understatement.
She couldn't understand how Enid could be enamored by such small gestures.
Perhaps she should introduce the blonde to her parents.
The couple would spend all of their free time together, either in the room Wednesday and Enid shared - much to the Addams' annoyance - or they would disappear for hours. It got to the point where either Wednesday had to suffer the spineless girl's presence or she would only see Enid during bedtime.
Not that she missed her annoying roommate's presence, but she had grown accustomed to having her around.
Even in class, the two were always attached to one another. That morning in particular Enid had decided to watch the archery class Wednesday and the pest shared. She had beaten the werewolf’s scores by 20 whole points and gotten a perfect mark and still Enid gushed about her girlfriend’s results like the measly 80 points were something impressive.
She had jumped and hugged the girl, planting kisses all over her face while the young Addams watched.
Enid hadn’t congratulated Wednesday for her impeccable skill.
Not that she had wanted for Enid to latch onto her like that. But if the werewolf was going to be impressed and start dishing out affection for weapon proficiency, surely the highest score deserved the highest prize.
Wednesday frowned at her own line of thought. Had she just compared Enid’s affections to a prize?
Pushing the thought from her mind, she continued to stare as her roommate piled different outfit choices for the date in her bed. Why Enid was going through such a trouble just for a date was something else that Wednesday couldn't understand. The blonde always looked... Attractive, from a conventional point of view.
“She says I look cute in this, maybe I should wear it."
'It' was a fluffy pink coat that Wednesday had seen the blonde wear in several different occasions. She watched as Enid put it on, it made her look... Soft.
"How do I look?" The young werewolf asked, opening up a smile so bright that Wednesday couldn't help but to scowl in response.
"The same as always." Replied, a clear edge in her voice.
Enid faltered slightly, but the smile didn't disappear. "Is that good or bad?"
"Why are you acting like suddenly you care about my opinion?" Wednesday fired, a sick burning feeling pooled in the pit of her stomach. She despised it.
The taller girl blinked, taken aback, "What's that supposed to mean?"
Wednesday glared at her, the feeling only growing the longer she stared at the blonde. Enid had done her makeup with more effort than normal, the shiny lip-gloss was distracting, and drew Wednesday's eyes even when the girl wasn't talking.
What was the point in wearing it if it was going to get smudged when they inevitably went back to sucking faces?
She turned away, grabbing a random book from her nightstand. "You look fine."
"What's wrong with you?" Enid demanded, exasperated, "You've been extra moody for weeks now."
"I have been perfectly normal."
Enid paused, her staring grinding on Wednesday's nerves more and more by the second, "... Is this about me and Amanda?"
Wednesday's scowl deepened at the mention of the werewolf's name, but she didn't dignify the question with an answer.
"Look, I know how you feel about love, but I was hoping-"
"Love?" Scoffed, her grip on the book tightening, "You've been dating for three weeks, it's barely a relationship, and it won't last."
Sure, Wednesday's parents had been married even sooner, but that had been different. They were soulmates, meant to be with one another. The relationship with this girl did not warrant Enid using a word so strong.
"Just because you don't believe in love it doesn't mean other people's feelings aren't real." Enid growled, fangs in display as they did whenever the werewolf would get aggravated.
Wednesday grit her own teeth, "I've never said it doesn't exist! I know more about love than you."
It was Enid's time to scoff, "Trust me, you wouldn't recognize love if it clawed your face off."
"Knock knock!"
Of course the pest would arrive in time to interrupt their conversation. The young Addams was more and more tempted to solve this "relationship" issue with the old and reliable cyanide way.
"You ready, babe?" She asked, barging inside the room. Swiftly the werewolf used her strength to wrap Enid in a bear hug, lifting her off the ground with ease.
The blonde immediately softened, and seeing it made Wednesday do the opposite. Her hands gripped the book so tight she was sure she'd end up ripping it apart with her bare hands if the display continued for much longer.
Enid shot one last look at Wednesday before turning away, voice overly sweet, "Yeah, honey, I'd love nothing more than to spend time with you."
"Then let's go!" Grinned, grabbing Enid's hand. "Nice to see you, Addams!"
Neither Wednesday nor Enid said anything else as both girls left the room, still glued to one other. As soon as the dark haired girl thought the two werewolves were far enough, she threw her book across the room, frustrated and furious.
Where did Enid get off saying Wednesday didn't know love? She had grown up with parents who were completely devoted to one another, some of her favorite musical pieces had been written about love or the loss of it, she could recognize it perfectly well. Certainly better than Enid if the blonde was under the temporary insanity that led her to believe she loved that... Pest.
Thing crawled from under the bed and crossed the room to where Wednesday had thrown her book, tugging on it slightly. It had landed on the foot of Enid's bed.
Huffing, she walked towards it, grabbing the book off of the floor. Thing jumped onto the bed, signaling, "Upset?"
"I am not upset, I am simply frustrated that my roommate dismisses my knowledge."
Thing signed again, "And?"
She paused, lips pressed together in a thin, tight line. Thing had a point, if Enid didn't want to listen to her advice it was her own choice, she was free to do whatever she wanted, Wednesday didn't care.
Groaning, the young Addams sat down on the brightly colored bed.
She shouldn't care. It was Enid's choice, she could date whoever she wanted.
So what if they continued to date? So what if they went out and kissed and... Wednesday's jaw clenched. So what if Enid chose her as her mate? It definitely shouldn't bother her.
... But from what Wednesday understood, werewolf bonding was more or less the same as when an Addams fell in love: something that lasted for all of eternity. Not even death broke such a bond.
Well, if Enid wanted to spend eternity with a girl that called her babe, if she wanted a partner who was weak and pathetic, it was none of Wednesday's business.
Her gaze fell to the bed, still filled with different clothes. Amidst them was the sweater Enid had been wearing the very first night she and Wednesday had... Bonded. It was hideous. The bright colors still made her eyes sting.
Reaching over, she touched it with the tips of her fingers.
Enid had been crying under the full moon, telling Wednesday about how she couldn't shift, about her fear of never being a "proper" wolf, about how the school's pack treated her like she wasn't one of them. She even confided that her biggest fear was being alone, never mated to anyone.
Wednesday pressed her entire palm against the sweater's sleeve.
Enid wasn't thinking straight. She had been swept up by the idea of bonding with someone, the idea of being in love, of having a partner, and hadn't realized that this werewolf wasn't good enough for her.
Shouldn't Wednesday save Enid from her naivety?
"... I have a job for you, Thing."