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the rain is heavy today.
it’s the perfect weather, truly. wednesday doesn’t believe there is anything that can top a gloomy, rainy morning. well, gloomy, rainy nights are also quite nice but there is just something about the way you cannot see the sun when you should be that puts her in a mood.
even though the weather is perfect, or at least as much it can be (in the eyes of the black-haired girl nothing can truly be “perfect” — it is merely but a concept that is unobtainable for humans since they’re fundamentally flawed), she still feels that there is still something wrong.
ah, right. her loud roommate is nowhere to be found.
as much as she is aware it is completely out of character, she wanted to thank her for her latest help with her work. as much as it surprised even her, enid’s remarks turned out to be much more thoughtful than she initially thought. she could even go as far as to saying that they were even better than her own — but she would never say that out loud.
because you see, wednesday addams definitely doesn’t like enid sinclair. she definitely doesn’t like her colorful clothes and her wide smile, the way she looks at her (and only her), and the way she talks with her that makes her feel like she has butterflies in her stomach — because she doesn’t feel them, never. and so this must be a weird sickness that has been plaguing her every time she is close to her roommate.
right, wednesday addams definitely doesn’t like enid sinclair.
as if to speak of the devil, the girl in question pops up from behind the door. she is wearing the same smile as always and she’s holding two coffee’s in her hands. one that wednesday assumes is sickly sweet and with a huge amount of whipped cream and sparkles and one that is a simple black coffee. one for enid and one for her.
“there was like an insane que at the cafe, you wouldn’t believe it!” the blonde girl begins enthusiastically while closing the door with her left foot. her hair is soaked and so are her clothes and before wednesday can help herself, she is already trying to find some clothes for enid and going into the bathroom to fetch a towel. the speaking girl doesn’t even seem to notice.
“i have never, ever, seen so many people there! i was thinking damn, maybe there is some kind of a coffee festival that i have missed but no! apparently it was just one of those days,” she continues and only stops to finally take a breath. in the meantime wednesday came back with a spare change of clothes and a towel for her. without a word she follows enid until she sits down on her bed. after that, she puts the clothes next to the sitting girl.
“i got you a coffee! the same one as always, a black one like your heart, no sugar added,” she smiles with a smile so sweet that addams thinks the mere fact she is holding her coffee might make it sweeter. weirdly enough, she doesn’t seem to mind it as much as she should. she takes it from the blonde’s hand and puts it on her nightstand. she starts drying her hair while enid starts sipping on her coffee. for a minute, except for the the sound of raindrops hitting the rooftop it’s silent.
“want some?” enid suddenly looks up with a question. wednesday only raises an eyebrow and pauses what she was doing. “okay, sorry, sorry!” she laughs, “i just think it’s funny to see the expression you make.”
the black-haired girl only glares at her (surprisingly enough, there is no actual ill intend behind her eyes, no matter how hard she tries to make it that way) and folds the towel in a neat square.
“oh, but is there something you want to say? i just started rambling and you look like you want to tell me something,” she smiles awkwardly, as if ashamed and wednesday purses her lips.
”i don’t mind you rambling,” she mumbles while turning around to let enid put on a dry sweater, ”i wasn’t able to properly express my gratitude to you before,” wednesday says, her voice flat, the way it always is. she only turns back after enid touches her twice on her arm. “for helping me with my novel, i mean,” she continues.
“is the wednesday addams just thanking me? oh my god, this day should be officially recorded in history!” the girl responds with pretended shock, putting one of her hands up to her mouth to make it even more dramatic. wednesday notices her eyes are sparkly — as usual, they seem as if they contain the whole galaxy inside of them. the black-haired girl stares at them for a little bit longer than she should. awkwardly, she turns her gaze away.
“just take the win, enid.”
the blonde girl stands up, putting away her near-empty cup next to wednesday’s still full one. she leans closer to her, putting her face mere millimeters in front of the other girl’s.
“oh, i surely will, my dear wednesday.”
she is definitely sick. she has to be, really, because there is no other explanation for her being so focused on enid’s face, her eyes roaming the whole of it, flickering between eyes looking right into hers and her smiling lips that are definitely coated with her favorite lipstick. wednesday’s breath hitches — she’s sick, she definitely is, and she definitely should move away from the girl that is making her experience all those weird symptoms in the first place, but she doesn’t.
instead, before she can stop herself, she moves slightly and touches her lips with her own.
it lasts merely a couple of seconds, but three things manage to go through her head; one, enid’s lipstick is strawberry flavored. two, her lips are extremely soft and she can feel how chapped her own are. and three, oh god, she just kissed a girl.
in panic, wednesday stumbles backwards. why did she kiss enid sinclair? it’s not like she likes her — she doesn’t, really! she just thinks about her more often than she thinks about anyone else and she wonders what she’s doing when she’s not here. she just sometimes finds herself buying things she thinks enid might like and she also doesn’t find her god-awful pop music as annoying anymore because it grew on her simply for the reason that she likes it.
wednesday collects herself wordlessly and smooths out her shirt. she breathes in and out.
“my apologies, i didn’t mean to—” but before she manages to finish, she’s interrupted.
this time, it’s enid sinclair that kisses wednesday addams.
before she can register it, the blonde girl is in front of her again and her hands are on her cheeks. she holds them, gently and wednesday addams feels them heating up. she gets this weird feeling in her stomach again, but she figures she doesn’t mind it that much.