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Enid Sinclair was upset.
It wasn’t exactly the hardest thing in the world to do. Enid didn’t hide her emotions like her roommate did, and so it seemed like with every passing thought she would have a miniature mood change. She appreciated that Wednesday seemed to care whenever a dour mood would come; any opportunity to see her gloomy friend showing a hint of emotion was a welcome one. Right now, though, Enid was alone. Alone and pissed off at Ajax.
Today was supposed to be their official first date.
Enid had been so excited! She’d gotten Wednesday’s opinion on which outfit to wear (most of them were a simple “No, Enid,” but still!), spent two hours this time getting ready, and even refrained from sweating out her anxiety lest she ruin her hard work. And still, Ajax hadn’t even shown up.
It wasn’t even like last time, when the gorgon made a stupid slip-up and just decided not to tell Enid until later. No, he told Yoko for Enid that he was “busy” again. But that had been his excuse for the last three times they scheduled a date, and Enid frankly just wished he would tell her that he wasn’t interested, or at least have the guts to tell her what was going on. Especially because Yoko was just down the hall!
But no, he couldn’t.
And so here she was, crying.
Surprisingly, despite the stereotypes, Enid Sinclair wasn’t the type to cry to Taylor Swift and devour a tub of ice cream (Taylor is always appropriate to listen to, though).
No, Enid was the type to pace the floor and run her fingers through her hair until her head was newly bald. And she did so now, claws retracting and extending periodically with her heavy breaths.
Why would Ajax do this again and again? Enid thought that, after all this time, he would step up. After everything, it was still Enid who had to reach out, who had to put on a smile even though she was tired of waiting for him to look back at her.
The door creaked open. Enid looked up to see her roommate. Who didn’t know that Enid had started crying in the hours that she had left to do…whatever Wednesday did. Who was in the middle of taking off her jacket before seeing the mess that was Enid. Who was now rapidly approaching Enid.
“I was serious about the nail gun.” Enid’s eyes widened, flailing her arms.
“No! No. No, it’s okay Wednesday, I’ll just–”
“What happened?” Somewhere along the way, Wednesday had put her hand on the werewolf’s shoulders to lead them to the more colorful bed of the room, where they now sat.
“Well, Yoko told me that Ajax told her that he canceled again,” Enid sniffed, tears still drying up on her face. Wednesday made an indescribable face, a feeling not entirely new to Enid, but it wasn’t exactly like she saw those often anymore. After the shortened semester, Enid had barely talked to Ajax at all, him citing that he just “preferred the real world”. She had been pretty sad at the prospect of spending her elongated break at home alone until Wednesday had somehow found her number and texted her. The two texted and called a lot over the break, even if Wednesday was reluctant to admit the usefulness of a phone. And so, when classes were back in session, Enid was happily surprised to find Wednesday initiating more contact. She even found it in her to approach Enid’s color sometimes. It felt like Enid was getting to know the girl more, and with that came Enid’s ability to read her nearly invisible cues.
At least, most of the time. Sometimes, Wednesday would still give her these strange looks and emotionless-yet-pissed-off vibes that had Enid wondering if the rest of the Addams family had done anything to her best friend while she was home.
If Enid were able to describe anything about the face Wednesday Addams just made, it was the fact that seeing Wednesday’s nose twitch slightly was cute.
In a friend, roomies, been through trauma together kinda way, of course.
“That gorgon has a lot of gall,” Wednesday huffed, hand still firmly on Enid’s back.
“Maybe,” Enid whispered, rubbing her cheeks of the dried tears.
“Do you want me to cut off each of his snakes one by one?”
“Thanks, Wends. But no.”
“Shame. I do believe it would teach him a lesson.”
“I don’t really want him to get hurt, though.” Enid turned to look at Wednesday, her heart bursting whenever Wednesday showed platonic affection like this. She could be the sweetest friend without even trying. Wednesday glanced down, her hands squirming in her lap.
“Then,” she started, nearly inaudibly, “what can I do?” Enid smiled.
“I’ll be okay, Wednesday. Don’t worry.” Wednesday furrowed her eyebrows in disapproval. She got up from Enid’s bed, grabbing only a small bag from her backpack.
“I will be back.”
And like that, Enid was alone again. She didn’t feel as bad, though.
In fact, Enid kind of forgot about Ajax while Wednesday was there. The tightness in her throat from the crying coiled itself into her stomach, distracting her from the reason she was upset in the first place. With Wednesday gone, all it left Enid with was soft butterflies.
Wednesday was such a sweet friend.
A sweet friend that usually resorted to violence, Enid realized, shooting up from her bed.
“Oh my god please don’t tell me she’s gonna beat up Ajax!” She ran to her desk, grabbing her phone. Her reflection caught her eye; she hadn’t seen herself since she finished getting ready for the date.
Enid looked…not very good. She didn’t feel like going out like this, looking like she cared about being rejected.
Some bed sheets rustled on Wednesday’s side of the room. Without looking over, Enid called out.
“Thing! Do you know where Wednesday went?” As Enid gently wiped her face with a makeup wipe, the hand hurried over to her desk.
“I don’t know, but she didn’t bring any extra weapons,” he signed atop her desk. “Wednesday has grown soft for you. Ajax will be fine.”
“Soft? Wednesday?”
“Wednesday never refrained from murder until you.”
Those butterflies were back. Enid couldn't hold back her smile if she tried, even as she tried to remove her mascara. The thought of Wednesday Addams, someone universally feared at the school, becoming soft for her?
Enid knew she had worked hard to get to this point. She’d spent a long time respecting Wednesday’s boundaries, always on the edge waiting for when the girl was ready to open up. Those long nights she’d spent with Yoko, agonizing over every little detail about her roommate so she wouldn’t lose her, had been worth it. Enid would be rejected by hundreds of cute gorgon boys so she could see this side of Wednesday.
The werewolf was so happy she’d earned this spot in Wednesday’s heart.
Wednesday’s heart. Enid bristled for no reason at all. Wednesday had told her that she vowed to never succumb to love like her parents had, but Enid knew she had capacity for some sort of love. After all, she kissed Tyler before knowing he was the Hyde.
Enid’s claws came out at the thought of Tyler. When Enid found out that they kissed, an unknown rage filled Enid. She justified that she was upset that he took advantage of her, working for Thornhill while simultaneously playing with Wednesday’s heart. Enid knew that getting Wednesday’s trust was hard as is, and to cross the line by trying to kiss her? Enid was surprised she didn’t completely maul Tyler that night. Her roommate deserved to kiss better.
“Thing, will you help me with the shirt?” With a thumbs up, the hand leaped from the table to unzip the unnecessarily difficult dress. The shittiest dress zipper in the world, honestly. Well, Wednesday had chosen it, so maybe it wasn’t the worst . “Thanks, Thing.”
Enid shimmied into a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants and flopped onto her bed. Thing had gone to read some of the magazines he borrowed from Enid on the other side of the room, so the blonde was left to her own devices for now.
She decided to make completely sure Wednesday was not currently killing someone.
Wednesday!!! <3333
hey wends you’re not like
killing ajax right
i know you care and i really love that and it’s great and all but also i don’t want you to get in trouble again
Enid grinned when Wednesday immediately started to text back.
The way you do not trust me hurts, Enid.
I am grabbing something.
I am almost back.
omg!! what’re u grabbing
You will see.
Enid was still on her phone, watching some human guy shove a handful of canned oysters into his mouth, when Wednesday came back through the dormitory window. She had a plastic bag in hand and was as clean as when she saw Enid an hour ago. Thank god.
Wednesday set the bag down on her desk gently, and if she knew Enid had stopped paying attention to the food abominations on her screen to trace the line of her back, well, she didn’t show it.
“Here.” Wednesday turned around with two slices of cake in her hands.
What?
“What?”
“They are for you. You enjoy these types of sugary abominations, no?” Enid looked down at the cakes. They were white cakes devoid of color on the outside, sure, but she also noticed the filling of the cake had strawberries. Somehow Wednesday remembered Enid loved strawberries in cakes.
“You got me cake?” Enid tried to hide the slight tears that were welling up. “Wednesday, you’re such a sap.”
“I am no tree liquid,” Wednesday snapped. She shook her head slightly, exhaling slowly. “I wanted to stop you from moping. I cannot sleep when you cry.”
Enid knew this was a lie. Wednesday would probably revel in her moping and have the deepest sleep of her life. And yet, she was still touched, her chest doing a backflip.
“Thank you, Wends.” Enid slowly took a slice from the bed, picking up the plastic fork slowly. She took a small bite, taking in a deep breath.
It was really good fucking cake.
Wednesday stood there, other slice of cake in hand, watching Enid. She had an indescribable face again. Enid thought it stood the line between disgust and…fondness? Fondness for what, Enid didn’t know.
“This other slice is for when you finish that one.”
“Eat that slice with me.” Enid patted next to her on the bed.
“Hm.” Wednesday sat down an inch from Enid, her straight posture while holding the paper plate with cake making the werewolf giggle.
“You don’t actually have to.”
“I will. I am not a coward.” Wednesday delicately sliced a portion of the cake, purposefully avoiding the large strawberry chunk in her slice. She put the fork in her mouth. Wednesday ate so gently and catlike that it made Enid laugh. At Enid’s laughter, Wednesday glared. “I could chuck that cake out the window for you.”
“Try it.”
The short girl lunged for the plate in her hand but Enid quickly kept the plate out of reach. She giggled as Wednesday tried to grab her wrists, wrangling free of her grasp to set the cake down on her desk and pin Wednesday. The two girls stilled as they took in their position. Enid’s legs were straddling Wednesday, and her arms pinned both of Wednesday’s wrists above her head. Wednesday’s slice of cake was near the edge of the bed about to fall.
“Uh, ah, sorry, um,” Enid sputtered, letting go of Wednesday and shuffling away. Wednesday silently brushed off her shirt, grabbing her cake and standing up. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“It’s fine.” That weird look again from Wednesday.
“I really do appreciate the cake though, Wednesday. It’s really good.”
“Mmm.”
Later that night, after both girls had finished the cakes and were about to sleep, Enid heard shuffling from Wednesday. When she looked up from her bed, Wednesday was sleeping coffin position.
But on her desk was Wednesday’s paper plate, strawberries cut out and left for Enid.
Enid’s heart swelled. She was no longer upset.