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Wednesday was sitting on her dorm floor, cross-legged, with a single bottle of black nail polish and nail polish remover, while her boyfriend held out his hand, nails facing up. He had been begging her to do his nails for multiple reasons. Firstly, he loved how she talked more with her hands when hers were freshly done and loved how sleek it looked, secondly, it would probably piss off his dad, which was always a plus in his books. Finally, he was always a little jealous of girls' fun and sleepovers doing each other hair and nails and stuff like that. Wednesday always told him she didn’t do it for fun, she just wanted to wear as much black as possible. After a week or two of persuading, Wednesday gave in and agreed to do her boyfriend’s nails.
“I really only have black.”
“That’s alright, I don’t mind channelling my inner Wednesday goth girl,” Tyler said with a little laugh.
Wednesday rolled her eyes and grinned lightly while Tyler’s hand shook gently. Wednesday firmly held it still. “This won’t work if you’re all jittery,”
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll be a statue from now on,”
Wednesday painted the nail of his index finger slowly, trying to make it as neat as possible. His hands were bigger than hers and she had to hold them so he wouldn’t move around. He wasn’t even moving that much but she tightened her grip a little; she would never admit it out loud, but she enjoyed the warmth of his palm in hers. She also liked that he could be quiet for a while, as she was used to Enid’s constant chattering when she caved and let her give her late-night manicures. The silence was comfortable and helped her focus on not getting any paint on the sides of Tyler’s fingers.
His nose scrunched up a little at the smell of the remover as she cleaned up the edges. “How do you deal with the fumes from this? Jeeze my nose feels like it’s burning,”
“Oh please, I’ll open the window,” She got up while Tyler held out his hands in front of him, admiring how neatly she painted them.
“They look really good. Thank you,”
“You’re welcome. I do like that you’re exploring your darker side anyway,”
“Well, anything to annoy my dad at the moment,”
Wednesday shifted uncomfortably at the mention of Tyler’s father as she sat back down next to him, leaning against the side of her bed. She shuffled a little more to sit closer to him, taking his hand in hers and bringing it closer to her face to check her work. He slid his fingers through hers and smiled at her gently. She looked up at him and smiled, every so slightly, her thumb brushing over the top of his subconsciously.
“Be careful, those aren’t dry yet and I don’t want them to be ruined,”
“Ahh look at you caring about me!”
“I didn’t spend as much time as I did on those just for your need to hold my hand smudging them,”
“Fair enough. I wasn’t the one pulling your hands back every time you let go though!”
Wednesday rolled her eyes, skin turning ever so slightly pinker. “They’re very warm. I thought you could be getting a fever.”
“Trust me you’d know. I’m a mess when I’m sick. I have to imagine you’re the complete opposite.”
“Unfortunately I don’t get sick often. The last time I caught a cold it was mild and I got over it in a few days.”
“What a shame,” Tyler replied sarcastically. He tapped one of his pinkies to check if it was dry.
“What did I say about being careful? I’ll tell you when they’re done,”
“Fiiiiine,”
Wednesday held his hand a little tighter.
“This was…. fun.”
“I’m glad! I feel very fancy,”
“When they chip I can redo them. If you want. Also, tell me what your dad says. I can and will fight him for you.”
“That’s okay, he’ll just be him and get over it. We don’t have any nail polish remover in the house so he’ll just have to suck it up.”