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It has been 3 days since Enid brought home a new gaming laptop to their dorm room. It was quite the surprise, considering how she decided to get one after knowing that Pugsley played games on his own personal computer.
Although, Wednesday didn't quite understand the reasoning for getting another laptop when Enid already had a Macbook. Enid tried to explain the difference between her Macbook and the gaming laptop but Wednesday was not having it. Why buy another when you can just harvest parts from a dead gaming laptop and use those instead to create a franken-laptop?
Wednesday walks up to Enid who was playing a pixel game with her brother while Pugsley's face is displayed on Enid's phone over FaceTime. Thing was watching intently on Enid's left shoulder while she played.
"Pugsley, leave Enid alone. We have a study session planned out. Just because I'm not home doesn't mean I can't torture you," Wednesday scolds her brother over Enid's shoulder.
Pugsley whines. And although she would never admit, she missed the sound of her brother's screams of terror.
"Enid said you guys didn't have anything to do so we're working on our world. We're even working on a villager torture chamber in honor of you, Wednesday!"
Wednesday shoots him the glare that would simply make everyone else tremble in fear. And yet again, it would never work on her brother nor her girlfriend.
"Oh, shut it, Addams. It's our first free weekend without a mountain of school work to do. You're lucky I spend my time with your brother and not with some other girl. Oh, by the way, Pugs, have you tried Valorant? We should definitely play a match right after this."
Wednesday turns around, scowl on her forehead and frown upon her lips.
"I'd be lucky if you even spared me a glance. If it were up to me, I'd have gouged your eyes out already," she mutters as she stomps her way to the door of their shared room.
"What was that, babe?" Enid asks, she didn't hear over the conversation she and Pugsley were having and the soft volume of what Wednesday said.
"I said, I was going to get coffee," Wednesday says rather loudly as she steps out slamming the door, audibly upset and hoping that her girlfriend would follow her out.
"What's up with her?" Enid shrugs as she goes back to her game with Pugsley.
Wednesday makes her way to the Weathervane with her usual dark aura. Even darker now that her girlfriend has not even spared a second to look in her direction in the past three days. A slight exaggeration, however, it was true that Enid has spent the past few days playing on her new laptop with Pugsley.
Wednesday mentally stabs herself in regret for introducing her girlfriend and her brother.
While Wednesday appreciates the fact that Enid made the effort to get closer with Pugsley, she tends to question how well they get along. After all, how well is too well? Would Enid perhaps forgetting the fact that she had a girlfriend considered too well?
And what was this feeling that boiled inside of her gut? It twisted her insides and left a horrid taste in her mouth, worse than all the poisons she's tried for herself. Perhaps it was hatred, but she's never felt this way before, and she has definitely felt hatred before. Much more probable might have been betrayal, that her girlfriend preferred to spend time with her brother, and that her brother now moreso enjoyed conducting their torturous deeds through a computer and with her girlfriend too, no less!
As she arrived at the Weathervane, Wednesday places her usual order of a quad shot over ice and a croissant. She doesn't typically get a croissant, but she was feeling peckish. And maybe she was, just this once, willing to embrace the fact that she missed her girlfriend, whose usual order was a croissant with an iced caramel latte with whipped cream and extra caramel drizzle; which looked like the amount of sugar in it powered Enid and not the caffeine.
While waiting for her order, a familiar figure walks through the doors, scanning the fully-packed cafe before walking towards Wednesday's table.
"Hey, Wednesday, do you mind if I sit with you?"
Wednesday redirects her attention to the sound of the voice, thinking about the question. She supposes she could play nice for a bit. And besides, it's not like she came with Enid or anything.
"Help yourself, Xavier. Have you come alone or will someone be joining us momentarily? Based on your intense staring out the window, I assume you are waiting for someone. Or you have a stalker who might also have murderous intensions. Exciting, another investigation for me." She replies, glancing out the window.
"Yeah, I was supposed to come with Bianca but she ended up forgetting something from her room so she went back and let me head out first. She'll be here in a bit. What about you? You don't usually head out without Enid anymore."
Wednesday is reminded of the god-awful situation at their dorm again. She sighs.
"Enid is at home, too busy playing with my brother. I'll be lucky if she even remembers my name when I get home. Perhaps I should find a drug that could medically induce her with an amnesia."
Xavier laughs at the predicament. He excuses himself to order food for him and Bianca before saying anything else related to the matter.
Once he's sat back down, he makes a suggestion.
"Have you tried turning the wifi box off on her?"
Wednesday blinks. She's genuinely confused now. She never really took the time to understand how modern technology worked. Enid did try giving her an explanation, but it was too much of an information overload that none of it stuck.
"What's a wifi box and how do I kill it?"
Xavier let's out another laugh. Wednesday was not very pleased with this.
"Stop laughing or I will cut your voicebox out. I have no time for meaningless back and forth."
He explains to her the basics to the wireless fidelity. How it's supposed to work, how to turn it off, and how turning it off would affect Enid and Pugsley's playing.
Wednesday lets a small smirk stay on her lips. She was too focused on her devious plan that she doesn't notice the blonde-haired werewolf outside the Weathervane watching her and ultimately deciding to ditch the Weathervane and go straight home once again.
It doesn't take long after that for Bianca to arrive.
Wednesday and Bianca weren't exactly friends, but she was definitely insightful on how to win back Enid's attention. Just not in ways Wednesday would think. She was sure she didn't want to act cute in front of Enid just to get her attention.
She spends the rest of her time at the cafe discussing and bickering (more threatening than bickering) with Xavier and Bianca about Enid. Particularly how to pry Enid off of her new laptop.
After about an hour, Wednesday decides it was time to go home, leaving the two at the cafe. She orders Enid's usual to-go and heads home.
When she gets to their dorm, she spots Enid's desk empty. The laptop was there, turned off, and Enid was on her bed watching cat videos with Thing on her phone.
Wednesday places the food on Enid's desk before Enid even considers her presence. Wednesday flinches when Enid suddenly speaks up.
"Look who finally decided to come home, Thing."
She had an annoyed look on her face, but Wednesday paid no mind. It was not Enid who was supposed to be mad right now.
"Look who finally decided to get off her games."
Wednesday was not having it. It was her writing time now and she wasn't going to let this attitude that Enid was showing her get in her way. Besides, wasn't she the one who was supposed to bare her fangs?
"Coffee and crossaint's on your desk, Enid. I will write my novel now." Wednesday continues, walking towards her own desk.
Enid scoffs. This was definitely escalating into a fight now. Not their first one, but they both had short tempers and take their pride very seriously. It was always a matter of who softens up first.
Wednesday starts typing on her typewriter. She typed angrily, taking all her frustration out on her writing, letting it be known to Enid how upset she feels.
"Are you seriously not going to talk to me? I cut playing with Pugsley short just so I could follow you to the cafe only to see you there with Xavier and yet you're the one here giving me more of that attitude? What would you have thought if I hung around Ajax?"
The typing stopped. Wednesday's head turns quick to Enid, and her mind tells her to snap and threaten Enid, but something pushed her to be honest.
"I didn't expect to bump into Xavier. The cafe was packed so they sat with me."
Enid was not having it. She wasn't upset to see Wednesday mingling with people, she was upset that she was out with someone who at some point liked Wednesday.
"And I'm supposed to believe that? You didn't even ask me to come with you!"
Wednesday has had enough. The heat wasn't supposed to be on her. She wasn't supposed to be the one interrogated here.
"Why don't you believe me, Enid! You are the one here who spent the past three days as if I was dead to you and yet I am still at fault. Xavier was with Bianca, and if I haven’t already made it clear, he means nothing to me! Go back to playing with Pugsley for all I care!"
It was rare for Wednesday to let emotion take over her, but she did on this day. She whips her seat back to face the typewriter and proceeds to type, nonetheless.
Things signs at Enid. It was something along the lines of "how could you be so stupid?" and "jealous of Xavier, really? that guy's harmless and you know it."
Thing was right, Enid was stupid for that. She was in the wrong this time, and it was killing her now that she knows she hurt Wednesday.
Part of her wanted to tease Wednesday for being jealous of her own brother, but Enid knew better than to tease her girlfriend right now. She had to win Wednesday back first. She walks over slowly and defensively, making it known she meant no harm.
"Willa, baby, let's talk." Enid takes a seat on Wednesday's bed waiting for her to be spared at least a second of Wednesday's time.
"No, I'm writing." Wednesday doesn't even lift a finger off her typewriter.
"But I want cuddles and we're fighting and I miss you," Enid whines. She was the more vocal one among the couple. Wednesday rarely spoke about being needy unless she was very upset.
"We are not fighting, Enid. You are simply reaping what you sowed. Get your cuddles from someone else, kiss and make up with someone else. At this point, you should just find a lover who doesn't care how long you play foolish games with their brother."
Enid shifts uncomfortably in her seat before ultimately standing up and heading back to her side of the room.
"Alright, I'm sorry I'm disturbing you while you're writing your novel. Let's talk later, please?"
Wednesday just hums in agreement, mostly to get rid of Enid, she assumes, not taking her focus off the typewriter.
Enid spends the next hour or so in her bed, tucked in and sulking while watching Tiktoks. At some point, she had eaten the food Wednesday brought home for her.
She shoots right up like a puppy called to play once she hears Wednesday packing up her typewriter. Skipping her way there, Enid makes herself comfy at the foot of Wednesday's bed.
"What do you want now?" Wednesday asks, looking away from Enid as she settles in her bed.
"Cuddles. And to apologize to you," Enid says, looking at Wednesday with a sad look in her eyes and a pout on her lips.
Wednesday spares her a look, and the way Enid's lower lip protruded made her just want to kiss everything about the situation better. She weighs her options.
Flinging her arms open, she invites Enid into her arms. Enid wastes no time in settling on wrapping her legs around Wednesday's waist and her arms around her shoulders and her head on the crook of her girlfriend's neck.
Wednesday's arms wrap around Enid's waist and rested her head on the girl's shoulder as she held her delicately. They both needed this.
The vulnerability that they both let themselves feel in the presence of one another was one of the more delicate parts of their relationship. When it was just them, they had nothing to hide behind a bright smile or a deathly glare.
"I'm still mad at you, Enid. Do not let this fool you." Wednesday mutters into Enid's shoulder.
Enid chuckles at her girlfriend.
"Of course you are, baby love. And I am still sorry for ignoring you in the past couple of days. I know you said you would maybe like it if I tried getting along with Pugsley, and we got carried away. And I'm sorry I got jealous of Xavier. I just hope next time you let me know. I know it's still my fault but it's never going to happen again."
Enid looks Wednesday in the eye. Blue eyes staring deep into dark brown ones.
Wednesday feels a chill run down her spine and the hairs on her arms stand tall, like spiders crawling all over her body. There is a heavy feeling in her chest. She sighs, acknowledging the feeling to be guilt. They were both in the wrong and she knew that.
"I apologize as well, mon amour. I must admit I did get envious that you spent a lot of time trying to get on Pugsley's good side, and I failed to communicate my feelings to you. I should have informed you as well of my whereabouts earlier. I suppose I'm not quite cut out for this dating thing."
Enid's forehead forms a scowl. Although Wednesday had her faults and flaws, Enid was more than willing to take each small step with her. Feelings were uncharted territory to Wednesday before Enid came along, she was used to bottling everything up and using her writing as an outlet.
Enid places both of her hands at the side of Wednesday's face as she brings their foreheads together. Wednesday doesn't flinch at the contact, she settles into her girlfriend's touch.
"What do you mean you're not cut out for dating, Willa? I've never wanted anyone else as much as I want you. You are the only one for me, you get that? I know you're not the best communicator, I understand that, and I know you're trying your best here too. But I want you to know that I have loved you when even your black little heart couldn't tell herself how she felt, and I will stand by you even on days when you don't want to talk about your feelings."
Wednesday was sure Enid made her feel a lot of things. Many of these feelings she felt only for the first time when Enid came around. But the most important to her, apart from feeling loved day by day, was that she felt understood.
Enid knew how to read Wednesday like the back of her hand. She knew which days the goth girl wished to be left alone and respected her boundaries, knew which days she just badly needed a hug (between Enid's arms were a newfound place of rest), and knew which days she needed a break from Nevermore so they would take the long walk to Jericho instead of taking a shuttle.
"Enid Sinclair, I love you. There is no unsolved true crime analogy that can compare to what I feel for you. Sometimes, I feel repulsed by the idea of death, knowing that it is the only force that can tear us apart, which is not at all like me, but I do. I love you and I want to love you until the end of time, Enid."
Enid blushes at her own girlfriend's poetic rambling. Wednesday couldn't look her in the eye, in the exact same endearing way she always does when she professes her love for Enid.
Enid is a stuttering mess. "I-I t-think, crap, don't laugh. I said stop laughing, Addams." Enid enforces a serious tone. Wednesday lets out a giggle, a rare sight to see but it's a privilege which Enid gladly indulges for herself.
Wednesday calms herself down for a second.
"What is it, Sinclair?" Wednesday looks her in the eye, slightly concerned. She never could quite gauge the tone on people's voices sometimes.
"I think I just fell in love with you even more. And I can't think of anything nearly as romantic as what you said. Just kiss me already!"
Without hesitation, Wednesday gives in to her girlfriend's demands. After all, you'd have to kiss in order to kiss and make up.