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It truly is a peculiar thing, to be in love.
At the very least what is thought to be love. Wednesday Addams never thought she would experience it. She had never even humoured the idea of falling in love.
Love? It was for her mother and father, sickly sweet like a thick molasses. A taste Wednesday had never enjoyed.
So why pray tell was Wednesday Addams in love? Why did molasses suddenly seem so appetising? Wednesday would lick every last sticky drop off her fingers if it meant feeling how she felt inside when she looked at Enid.
“Wednesdaaaay,” Enid sing songed. Wednesday paused slightly, fingers hovering tentatively over the keys on her typewriter. A small moment of hesitation before she continued the rhythmic tap tapping. “Wednesday!” Enid snapped. “Don’t ignore me!”
“This is my writing time,” Wednesday replied. She wanted to look to Enid, her body yearned to turn in her seat. To rip her attention from Viper and instead let Enid consume her thoughts, but Wednesday Addams did not fall in love and Wednesday Addams was not in love. She continued although the damage was done. Her thought was cut and chopped and thrown away. ‘Viper looked at the scene before her-‘
Wednesday looked at the unfinished sentence.
“I know but!” Enid continued “I wanted your opinion.”
Wednesday turned this time, bracing herself for the onslaught of bats which would awaken for their furious dance inside of her stomach when she looked at Enid. The taller girl was rocking on her heels at the tape line, waiting for Wednesday. She knew Wednesday would turn around because she always did.
Of course Wednesday did. She was in… the word made her feel sick. Like she had eaten one too many chocolate chip cookies soaked through with milk. The thought of it made her stomach flip and turn and tighten. There was too many writing sessions cut short because Wednesday was in love. Yuck.
“Well you have my attention now,” Wednesday snapped back. Enid grinned and it made turning around worth it. Leaving Viper and the scene before her with their untold story.
“Which one?” Enid asked, holding up two offensively bright jackets. “For my date with Ajax.”
Ajax.
The wave crashed down on Wednesday hard and fast. The cruel sea ripping her heart out and washing it down to her stomach. Smashing her against the jagged coral and the sand. Wednesday wasn’t dramatic she just was in love.
“Ajax isn’t going to care which jacket you’re wearing and neither do I…” Wednesday started, she didn’t outwardly show that her insides were in turmoil. The thought of Ajax laying his hands on Enid made Wednesday feel positively murderous.
She didn’t allow herself to think about Enid willingly laying her hands on him, her lips even her eyes. It was too much for Wednesday to stomach. It hurt too much to think about.
“… but if I must choose, I have always liked you in the pink jacket.”
Enid narrowed a brow, her mouth quirking up into a little smirk. If she was a video game character a soft white ‘?’ would appear briefly above her head before it faded out.
“Wednesday likes me, I can die happy,” Enid fawned jokingly.
‘You have no idea’ Wednesday allowed herself to think. The bats flapping furiously as they tried to claw their way out from her stomach. If she tried hard enough Wednesday could swear that she could hear their wild screeching. They were very quickly trying to rip their way out of her stomach and she may just allow them
The smirk turned into a full grin as Enid threw the other choice back onto her bed and put Wednesday’s choice on.
“I’ll be back before ten, okay?”
“Ten, got it,” Wednesday repeated back. That was three hours from now. Three hours of Wednesday absolutely not thinking about all the ways she and Enid could have a better date than Ajax could ever give Enid. Just three hours alone with her thoughts and absolutely not thinking about how she was in love. Disgusting, sweet, sticky love.