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A goth teenager looks up from her balcony at night, enchanted, because the crescent moon resembles a werewolf's eyes when she smiles.
When she's excited about her foreigner music groups, when she looks at Wednesday and counts and kisses every freckle she can see, when she asks for movie nights and Wednesday explains her comments and thoughts on the stories.
And especially when she's about to tell a joke, already cracking with laughter, weak to her... astonishing sense of humor.
"Are you british?" Asked suddenly a very high pitched voice, interrupting her afternoon writing of the day.
Wednesday needed some seconds to process, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Wha-"
"Oh no."
Enid shook her head disapprovingly, maintaining the ridiculous voice that clearly strained her vocal chords.
"Oh no nonononono"
"I don't--"
"Enid Sinclair does NOT. talk to British people."
The blonde prepared herself for what could only be a punchline for her joke. She seemed to find it extremely funny, biting her lip to maintain her feigned condemning stare.
"The only pounds I need are me pounding your mo-!"
A hardcover book was shot straight to her nose.
Or when she failed to understand the apparently very-obvious-and-clear unspoken rules of The Internet.
"Enid?"
She had been using the girl's laptop to research on the school's history in winning trophies, something her teacher deemed indispensable for the essence of her "Nevermore experience", and thus asked for a paper describing it.
But now she found something much more interesting.
"Yes?" The blonde detached her eyes from her other, smaller, screen of light and evil to look at her.
"It says here that I have won a 'smartphone',"
A snort was heard.
"And that some lonely woman named Linda wants to–"
"DON'T CLICK ON IT!!"
She would later cackle at her until her cheeks ached, the tears entertaining her even more.
Wednesday still didn't understand.
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A bubbly werewolf looks up from her balcony at night, slightly wincing in pain, because the crescent moon resembles the Cheshire Cat's smile.
She had, once again, asked for a movie night. Surprisingly, it's fun to spend time in such a mundane activity with Wednesday Addams.
The girl will pay attention to everything. From camera angles and movements, to sound design, to the actual story. And contrary to popular belief, the girl actually doesn't hate anything that won't include goresome murders and misery.
Tonight, she had chosen one of her favorites; Alice In Wonderland (2010). She figured her roommate could appreciate the CGI of the time, a soundtrack composed by Danny Elfman, and the dramatic, ooky insight of Tim Burton as a director.
(They had watched Nightmare Before Christmas some weeks ago, and Enid has always been good at recognizing approval in such inexpressive eyes.)
It had started as it always did; Enid grabbed one of her stuffed unicorns and her laptop, and made herself comfortable in Wednesday's bed. She prepared the movie and paused it before it started as Wednesday looked for a snack that fit today's cravings.
Then, both of them got under the covers and the movie started.
Enid couldn't help but to place her right arm around Wednesday's shoulders, even though her unicorn was supposed to fill her cuddling necessities. Wednesday not only allowed it, but after they were done with the snacks she actually hugged back.
Her body rolled slightly to the left, and one arm rested over Enid's torso, actively cuddling her.
The movie was alright. A good choice to entertain Wednesday for a while; the werewolf could tell she was intently listening to the strings composing the music, the details of every background, and enjoying the general vibe of it.
But, at some point, the blonde's attention shifted. Wednesday situated her head on her chest, still facing the screen, but now Enid could faintly feel how she moved with each breath, and the goth could definitely sense her increased heartbeat.
That was probably one of the main reasons she did these things. Wednesday hadn't admitted it out loud yet, but it was painfully obvious in her hidden smirks just how much she loved to torture the blonde.
The movie continued. Alice escaped riding the bandersnatch and the score went wild with epicness. None of that mattered to Enid anymore.
She swears she tried to distract herself, she tried to appreciate the film, to look out the window and ask the moon for help, but she couldn't.
Not with how Wednesday had moved again, closer to her neck now. How her face turned, too. She kept her eyes in Wonderland, but now her nose breathed air into Enid's skin, now her bangs tickled Enid's jaw.
It was okay, she told herself. She'd survive. She had survived enough situations like these for her to proudly announce her heart was unbeatable. It was so strong it could handle having Wednesday close to her, cuddling, hell they would kiss sometimes, and yet Enid had yet to have an actual cardiac arrest.
She was so brave. So powerful.
And if Wednesday kept getting close, then so be it. She was a grown girl, she could handle it. And sure, it felt strange how she really just kept getting closer, to the point where her lips touched her neck, and maybe she would kiss her? Neck kisses were so romanti-
"FUCK!"
She bit her.
"WHY???" she whined, rubbing her pained skin with one hand, quite annoyed now.
Wednesday shrugged. The audacity. She didn't even care. Her eyes betrayed no emotion at all, aside from maybe boredom.
She turned her face again and continued watching.
Later she would express her opinions, and Enid would actually listen. Because she cared. And wanted to know what other movies she could watch with her, that didn't include terror.
But she'd put a pillow between them next time.