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Teenage parties are all the same - to the point where Wednesday wonders if they are part of a temporal problem that makes something repeat over and over again. An endless loop that never ends.
And, from her point of view, it's a theory worth studying closely. Although, again, she seems to be the only one who sees something wrong with it, but at the same time, it's her cross to bear since she's surrounded by idiots... Well, idiots she has some attachment to... Well, especially Enid.
In short, who do they think they are fooling? Just because they put up decorations with old men with red coats all over the place doesn't mean anything will change. It's still the same music, the same red cups, the same people.
She already has a headache and she's been there for two minutes. Why did she agree to go there again? The answer is next to her and pulls her to keep moving among the teenagers, her multi-colored nails hanging on her black dress.
Wednesday is so weak when it comes to Enid.
The girl lets herself be pulled to a table where someone (probably Bianca) has arranged a dozen bottles of alcohol. Wednesday takes care of her own drink - the werewolf's always make her want to vomit - while Enid is already in the middle of a discussion with someone else, without loosening her grip on the elder Addams' arm. And, unbelievably, Wednesday doesn't make any comments about it. On the contrary. She hopes that Enid's nails will dig into her skin and create designs etched into her flesh.
(And, Wednesday thinks she is becoming like her father and mother and doesn't know if she should despise herself for it).
"Hey, you're under the mistletoe!" says Kent, looking like he thought it was something great, as he comes up behind Wednesday.
The two girls look up and observe the mistletoe placed directly under their heads.
By pure coincidence.
Yes, well, the two girls can very well see Thing, placed at three centimeters, from this plastic tree parasite, without any subtlety. This is far from a coincidence. That dirty traitor. For a rare time, it is Enid who casts a murderous glance at Thing.
"Really?" managed Enid to pronounce, through her teeth, trying to snort in disdain.
The werewolf bursts out laughing, but it sounds fake. In fact, she looks like she's about to cry, although she seems to be making every effort to remain light and even. Was it really necessary to give Wednesday yet another opportunity to push her away? Was it necessary to remind her that her love for her friend is unrequited?
"It's a stupid tradition." continues Enid, taking a sip of her drink.
"Oh, come on!" insists Kent, raising his eyebrows up and down several times. "It won't kill you. It's just funny."
The blonde rolls her eyes and leans over to her friend to plant a kiss on her cheek. It's so quick that the matter is settled by the time she blinks.
"Happy?" asks Enid, cynically, as she takes another sip from her cup to camouflage the red that is painted on her cheeks at her affront.
Wednesday, as for her, observes her roommate for a long time. Her emotional intelligence may be lacking at times, but she can see Enid's distress. And, perhaps it is that, more than anything else that makes her react; she doesn't like her friend to suffer in any way.
So, without warning, Wednesday closes the distance between them and puts her mouth on Enid's and kisses her gently. As soft as the flutter of a raven's wings hovering on the winds. When she wants to pull back, the werewolf holds her back so she doesn't leave her. And, Wednesday is willing to never leave her. The kiss evolves and the girls kiss as if they were all alone and no one was watching. Someone whistles - probably Kent, soon joined by other spectators - while Bianca and Thing, accomplices, tap their hands.
When Wednesday agrees to move back, Enid stares at her, dumbfounded.
"Through all the stupid stuff, this is the tradition that makes the most sense," Wednesday says impassively as she takes a sip of alcohol from her red plastic cup as if nothing had happened.
Enid blinks several times. Then she snatches her cup from her hands and pulls her towards the exit.
"What are you doing?" asks Wednesday, her eyebrows furrowed - not that she doesn't want to leave, but the change in the girl's mood is incomprehensible.
"We're leaving."
"If I'd known that's all it took to get out of here, I would have kissed you long before."
"Did you kiss me just to..."
Enid doesn't finish her sentence: Wednesday already pulls her towards her to kiss her, in a less extravagant way this time. When they leave the party, Thing, very proud of himself, snaps his fingers to applaud himself.