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It wasn’t Enid’s idea.
A lot of things are, or have been, but this time it was Yoko’s. She was on her way to class just like any normal day, when she felt a pair of cold hands grab her in the hallway and before she knew it, she was being yanked into the Nightshade’s secret lair and a pair of pitch-black sunglasses were staring into her. Her friend wiped a bit of blood off the corner of her red lips and said, “Enid… I need your help.”
Enid nodded.
And then her friend was breaking it all down for her, Yoko and Divina had broken up recently and her buddy had to get ‘her girl’ back before it was all too late. Enid kept nodding, she felt like she hadn’t stopped nodding the whole chat.
“And you can totally get Ajax back too!”
Enid frowned.
She wasn’t sure if he was ever going to come back. She had scared him off kind of permanently and the whole thing was embarrassing to think about. Ajax didn’t want anything to do with her after seeing how she had shapeshifted and almost killed a Hyde on her own. Enid shuffled around a bit awkwardly then she said, “What if we fall in love for real though?”
Yoko laughed. “Like on accident?”
Enid nodded again, a small frown on her lips.
“We didn’t all the other times.”
And that’s how they begin to fake date at Nevermore. They spent first period huddled near each others’ desks and Yoko and Enid posted on all their socials: me and my gf <3, or, we’re so cute together. And Enid added in a: she finally said ‘yes!’ In just for good measure.
They crafted a beautiful story about how they finally realized their feelings for each other after years of being close friends. Her parents would probably kill her if they found out, she reasoned. Because Yoko Tanaka was a vampire, not a wolf. But they didn’t read her blog or look at her socials—only her brothers did and they wouldn’t rat her out she hoped.
Once they finished editing their posting overload, Enid asked, “You think people will really believe all this?”
She pressed ‘send’ on her blog post then took her friend’s hand again and held it between their desks. There were some eyes on them. Yoko gave a dark, throaty laugh and flipped a dark lock of hair over one shoulder.
“Best friends fall in love all the time, right?”
Enid didn’t say that: well, actually Wednesday is my best friend right now~ because Yoko didn’t like it when she spoke about Wednesday Addams. So instead, she kept that part to herself.
Bianca Barclay found them first.
“Are you guys forreal?”
Yoko pouted her bottom lip out and took Enid’s hand in hers, “Don’t tell Divina, Bianca. I’d hate for her to find out.”
The lie was impressive. Enid was pretty sure Bianca was going to run to Divina first thing since they were both a part of the siren clique—and that’s as if she and Yoko hadn’t just posted about each other a million times in under thirty minutes.
Yoko gave her hand a tighter squeeze, so Enid piped in. “We aren’t just friends anymore, we’re girlfriends. I’m in love with Yoko.”
Yoko said people turn from close friends to partners ‘all the time.’ She wasn’t sure if that was true though, about best friends always turning into soulmates because that’s not exactly how it worked with werewolves. Werewolves had to find their ‘person’ and spend their lives together and they often had no idea who their mate was until their parents were setting them up.
Bianca toyed with one of Enid’s curls and stared at them both like they were a pair of see-through ghosts.
“How does Ajax feel about this?” She asked.
“Ajax broke up with me,” Enid squeaked.
Yoko gave a firm nod.
“How does Wednesday feel?” She asked next.
“Do you have a problem with my choice of girlfriend?” Yoko asked. “Fangs and Furs can get along, you know. Not everyone at Nevermore has to date a member of Team Scale.”
“No, I’m so happy for you,” she said, sounded decidedly not-so. She looked across the busy courtyard and stared at Divina. Who was staring absolute daggers into Enid. The blonde shivered.
“Good…luck.” Bianca drawled, with a coy, little smirk.
She gave them both another once over and then strolled away like she was in one some private joke with herself. Xavier walked over next, and let out a hmph.
“You need back-up, Enid. I think Divina might drown you.”
Enid looked back into that steely gaze and flinched. Yoko wrapped an arm around her.
“Is Ajax looking?” Enid asked.
Xavier looked at Ajax. The gorgon was with his new girlfriend—a pretty witch who didn’t have to isolate herself every full moon because she was a health hazard to the student populous, something that still made Enid sad to think about. Xavier shook his head, looking a bit sheepish at the werewolf.
“We can make him look,” Yoko said with a wink.
And before Enid could really think about what that meant, a hand was cupping her by the chin and the vampire was pressing a tasteful kiss to her lips, her sharp nails gliding across her cheeks. Enid heard Xavier go ‘woah!’ beside them. Enid heard a few whoops in the courtyard, she could swear the siren table was plotting her end somewhere, that Divina was going to kill her in her bath tub tonight…she wondered if Ajax even really cared anymore, she felt the grip tighten and a mouth peel hers open and Enid let out a surprised squeak as she macked with her lifelong friend in front of everyone at their school. It was definitely more public than posting a dance and tagging each other on TikTok.
Then she heard something glass breaking and when she looked to see what had happened, there was a dark blur across from them in the courtyard, black-hair, black-clothes, black sunglasses, and a freshly dropped piece of silverware on the ground in front of them. Wednesday?
Yoko reached over and fixed the red smear of lipstick on the corner of Enid’s mouth and gave her (and everyone else around them) a big, toothy, fanged grin.
“Are you not entertained?” She asked them. There were more claps.
Xavier laughed. “I am.”
Bianca and Divina were glaring at Enid. Divina looked like she had just been shot with the Nevermore harpoon gun. Enid looked to see if Wednesday needed help after totally destroying her lunch, but her roommate had disappeared. So instead, her, Yoko, and Xavier went to eat their meals together. She cuddled in her friends arms (it was nice,) and pretended like she really was in some super serious, super cool relationship (that was nice too.) Enid looked down and her socials and blog were blowing up. Emojis of wolves and vampire teeth and hearts were popping all over it. You guys are so cute! You two are purr-fect together! I always knew! Yoko x Enid for fur-ever!
She smiled. It was nice how well everyone was taking it. How supportive they were of her. She wasn’t really used to getting that much support from her parents or her teachers…but here was a whole school of people cheering for her. Cheering for her and Yoko.
When she got back to her room, when she was walking in—she was on cloud nine. She and Yoko were the ‘it’ couple. Everyone was happy for them, Divina was jealous—it was working!
She didn’t expect a dark cloud to be sitting across from her on a sparse, neatly-folded bed. Her roommate closed what she was reading—some kind of stack of folders stolen from the local morgue, then the dark-eyed girl was crossing her arms and staring at Enid. “I thought you’d be in Yoko’s room tonight.” She said, sourly.
Wednesday moved the stack of autopsy photos and below that was a row of freshly sharpened stakes. Enid gaped.
Wednesday pointed to her neck. “Nice bite mark. Don’t tell me you were actually dumb enough to let a vampire suck your blood…”
Enid covered it with her hand self-consciously. It was Yoko’s idea. She had bitten Enid’s neck right before their last class when they knew Divina would be there. Yoko also did suggest a sleepover to get people talking but Enid told her she didn’t want to leave Thing waiting up for her. Enid always tucked him in and read him a book before bed every night and he’d be so lost without her, plus Wednesday may not have known where to find her pages for the cello piece she was working on…so she had to come back.
Enid put all her things down and felt like she was being death-stared at the whole time. When she came back, dressed in her pjs, her roomie was still in the exact same spot…staring. She hadn’t moved a muscle. Hadn’t even twitched or changed the page.
Enid stepped over carefully—very carefully—and took a seat at the foot of her bestie’s bed. Her roommate jerked, uncomfortably, and put her reading materials away.
“Are we…cool?” Enid asked. She pointed between them both, back and forth, awkwardly. Wednesday didn’t outright pout, but her bottom lip wobbled like it was about to.
“Why wouldn’t we be?” She answered back, voice as cold as the dead people in her folders. Her arms stayed crossed, her feet were still sporting shoes on top of her bed, and she was in full uniform like she had places to be still. Enid found it all…weird.
“I have to go practice, Enid.” She announced. Wednesday shoved the pile of stakes aside, except one—which she quickly pocketed—then headed to grab her cello case.
“What piece?” Enid asked, dumbly. She felt like her brain was stuck in ice.
“It’s called Death of the Strigoi, you wouldn’t know it.”
And with that she was outside, practicing a searing, angry (yet funereal,) piece on her cello for hours all night long while Enid cuddled with Thing in her arms. He tucked her in this night instead, until she was peacefully snoring by his side and the loud music outside was dooming the other kids at school instead of the tired werewolf who had a fake girlfriend to attend to in the morning.