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Wednesday sat at her desk, her eyes fixed on the flickering screen of her laptop. The cursor blinked impatiently, waiting for her next move. She knew she had to finish this poster for her upcoming band gig, but the pressure of doing it well was getting to her.
Wednesday frantically clicked around the screen, trying to position the words just right on the shady photoshop application she had downloaded 10 minutes ago, it didn’t help that she didn’t own an expensive computer, she couldn’t afford one. The tuition at this god awful institution they called a boarding school had already made a humongous dent in her savings.
“Calm down!” Enid chuckled, raising a free hand to gently rub Wednesday’s back, the raven haired girl’s eyes darted to the blonde’s, but Enid's eyes were locked on the screen. Wednesday hesitated to look away from Enid’s face.
Enid had been sitting beside Wednesday for the past 20 minutes, their bodies close enough to touch. Her warm breath caressed Wednesday's neck, sending shivers down her spine. Wednesday's fingers shook as she tried to focus on the design, but she found herself distracted by her and Enid’s closeness.
She stole glances at Enid, taking in every detail of her delicate features, the pink of her lips, the freckles on her nose, the way her hair fell in colorful messy waves around her face. Enid's presence made it hard for Wednesday to concentrate, but she couldn't bring herself to ask her to move away.
“Add more color.” Enid suggested, her voice low and hoarse. Wednesday jumped slightly, gaining a confused look from the other girl.
She looked back to the poster she was designing, her fingers trembling slightly as she picked up a paintbrush. She dipped it into the paint and started adding bold strokes of blue and yellow to the design.
A painstaking 30 minutes later, Wednesday had created a decent looking poster. (Most of it being Enid’s work.)
Wednesday sent the file to the printer, sizing it to the paper correctly and toying around with the colors for a few seconds before standing up and walking to the machine. She pressed the big red print button and watched as the printer hummed to life, only to then sputter and turn off again.
With a frustrated sigh, Wednesday brought her hand down hard on the stubborn printer, as if trying to force it to cooperate through sheer force of will. "I swear on all that is holy, I will destroy you," she muttered under her breath, her voice thick with irritation. Of course, the printer remained stubbornly unresponsive, as if mocking her with its silent indifference.
At the sound of Enid's chuckle, Wednesday shot her a sharp glance, her eyes blazing with annoyance. "Don't laugh," she growled. "This thing is driving me insane."
Enid simply shrugged, her attention already back on her phone. "You know what they say, Addams," she murmured, her voice cracking with amusement. "Technology can sense fear."
Wednesday rolled her eyes, fighting the urge to throw the printer out the window. "Very funny, Enid," she muttered, turning back to the machine with a scowl.
Wednesday heard footsteps behind her, "Let me help you fix the printer," Enid offered, her tone kind and reassuring. The shorter girl stepped out of the way and crossed her arms.
Wednesday groaned. “This was supposed to be done last week.”
“The Wednesday I know would have had this done a whole month prior.” Enid teased, furrowing her eyebrows amusedly at Wednesday’s mistake.
Wednesday felt a pang of guilt as Enid teased her about her mistake. She knew that Enid was just joking, but the reminder of her own shortcoming only served to make her feel even more horrible. The old Wednesday would have shot an insult at the girl, or glared at her annoyedly, but she couldn't.
It was like she couldn't seem to focus on anything besides her feelings for Enid, and she could feel her motivation for work and a social life slipping through her fingers.
Enid's teasing only reminded her of how useless she had been for the past month. She tried to laugh the teasing off, but the sound felt forced and hollow even to her. It was such a meaningless jab, but it hurt for no reason.
Enid's gaze softened, and she reached out to cup Wednesday’s cheek. "Hey, it's okay," she said gently. "We all have our bad streaks. You're still the same Wednesday I've always known and loved."
Wednesday forced a small smile, grateful for Enid's kindness. But deep down, she couldn't help but wonder if things would be different if Enid knew the truth about her. Would she still see her as the same Wednesday, or would everything change?
It was a thing that scared her, so she tried to ignore it. All she could do in the moment was try to focus on her work and push her crush aside. But it was getting harder and harder every day.
“Anyways, since you were away I was able to get stuff done without distractions” She paused. “All except for the poster.”
“What stuff?” Enid asked, tilting her head to the side. Such an innocent and playful gesture, but Wednesday didn’t dare crack a smile, she wouldn’t let the girl distract her.
“Work.” Wednesday lied.
Enid only hummed in response.
Wednesday couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest at Enid's question. She knew the reason, the real reason, was because she had spent all week thinking about Enid.
The entire week, Wednesday yearned for a person she knew she could never have. Her eyes were fixed on a spot on her ceiling as she laid on her bed, her entire existence was filled with a desire that tore at her heart, and the weight of her suppressed feelings made her feel smothered.
She spent hours scrolling through Enid’s social media, staring at her pictures and wondering what her life would be like if they were together. She replayed every interaction they had again and again, over analyzing every word, every pause, every action, trying to read inbetween the lines and find a hidden message that would prove the feeling was mutual.
Every time her phone dinged, her heart skipped a beat, hoping that it would be a text message from the blonde. But the notification always turned out to be something else, leaving her even more disappointed.
As she lay there, Wednesday knew that she was too much of a coward to admit her feelings. The fear of rejection and the uncertainty of Enid’s response was too much to bear. So, she resigned herself to pining in silence, wallowing in the misery of a love that was never meant to be.
The sad songs that played through her headphones echoed her pain, amplifying the ache in her heart. She wanted to cuddle up and kiss Enid on their shared bed after a long day, to feel her warmth and know that she reciprocated her feelings.
But for Wednesday, it was only a fantasy, a fleeting hope that was slowly fading away with minutes that passed. God, why did she even feel like this? She never, ever, had been so in love with another person before, but here Enid was.
She had the ability to shrug off any emotional attachment and to handle any situation with a cool, calculated demeanor. But when it came to Enid Sinclair, she was completely powerless, she always had been.
Wednesday had simply enjoyed Enid's company and the ease of their friendship. But as time went on, she found herself Attracted to Enid in a way that she couldn't explain. It was a slow burn, a gradual realization that she had developed feelings.
initially, she had tried to suppress her feelings by writing them off as a passing crush. But as she spent more and more time with Enid, her emotions grew and ultimately took over every piece of denial.
In hindsight, Wednesday could see how it had all been inevitable. They had shared so much over the years, from late-night conversations to inside jokes and shared experiences. It was no wonder that she had fallen for Enid.But she didn't want to take the risk of losing the friendship that they shared for so long, so she kept her emotions cramped up inside her head, in true Wednesday fashion.
But when Enid was standing so close to her, she found herself wanting to stay in the moment forever.
Wednesday cleared her throat. “Does the printer work?”
Enid pursed her lips. “Funny story, actually…” She didn’t get to continue before Wednesday shoved her out of the way and frowned.
“How does this happen?” She asked, gesturing to the pile of black plastic and wires that once could have been called a printer.
Much to Wednesday’s surprise, Enid grabbed her arm and started walking. She usually would have complained, but not today, not after last week.
The sound of her footsteps echoed down the hallway as the two practically ran towards the library. She was all out of breath when she finally reached the public city library, but Wednesday could already picture the crisp pages of her freshly printed Flyers, neatly stacked and ready to be pasted on the walls and passed out.
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Wednesday made her way to the middle of the library where the large industrial printer was kept, hoping that the printer there would work better than the one in her dorm, or atleast just work at all.
As they walked, Enid's fingers slipped down Wednesday's arm and intertwined with her fingers, sending an electric shock through the shorter girl’s body that made her heart skip a beat. She could feel Enid's warmth and the gentle pressure of her grip, but tried to suppress the waves of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
As they approached the printer, Wednesday inserted the USB drive containing the poster files. She held her breath as the printer whirred to life, hoping that it wouldn't jam like the one in her office.
To her relief, the printer worked perfectly. The posters came out crisp and clear, ready to be distributed around town.
“I am so grateful that this works.” Wednesday sighed, feeling her stress melting away by the second.
Enid beamed at her, with a warm smile that reached from ear to ear, glistening with an unidentified emotion behind it.
"You're incredible, Wednesday," she said with a tone that conveyed genuine excitement. "I can't wait for your concert."
Wednesday's cheeks flushed with warmth as she basked in the glow of Enid's admiring gaze. “It’s just a gig.” She reminded the blonde. The corners of Enid's lips turned up into a sheepish smile, and her eyes shone with pride.
Yet the compliment made Wednesday's heart swell with happiness, and she couldn't help but beam at Enid. "Thank you, Sinclair," she replied, her voice laced with gratitude.
Wednesday's heart surged with something new as she and Enid walked out of the library. She couldn't help but feel appreciation for her roommate. Enid had gone above and beyond to help her with… Everything, designing the flyers, and making sure that the posters printed in time for the show.
Wednesday felt lucky to have such a friend by her side.
But she couldn't shake off the disappointment that they were only friends.
As they strolled along the sidewalk, Wednesday and Enid continued to exchange playful banter.
"You know, Enid, I think you're just trying to soften me up with your charm," Wednesday teased, referring to the kindness the taller girl had shown before.
Enid laughed. "Guilty as charged. But it's working, isn't it, Addams?"
Wednesday smirked. "I'll never admit it."
Enid bumped her shoulder into Wednesday's playfully. "Come on, just admit it. You secretly love my company."
Wednesday feigned annoyance. "Ugh, fine. You caught me. I can't resist your sparkling personality."
Enid bit her bottom lip while smiling. "I knew it all along. You're just a big softie at heart."
Wednesday rolled her eyes. "Don't get too carried away, Sinclair. I still have a reputation to uphold."
Enid chuckled, and their laughter danced around the air with them. "Don't worry, Wednesday. Your secret's safe with me."
Wednesday looked down, smiling to herself and twiddling her fingers. A group of children played tag in the nearby field, their screams echoing on the surrounding buildings.
"Wednesday, I'm starting to think you're not as mean as you let on," Enid said before licking her lips from the cold winter air.
Wednesday playfully rolled her eyes. "I just let my guard down around you, Sinclair."
Enid’s grin fell into a sweet smile."Well, I think you're adorable when your guard is down."
Wednesday's heart skipped a beat at Enid's words, but she tried to play it cool. "And I think you're real trouble."
The night was cool, but Wednesday felt a warmth spreading through her body as Enid's hot breath tickled her ear. "Maybe I am trouble. But I'm the good kind of trouble," Enid whispered, her lips grazing Wednesday's earlobe ever so slightly. Wednesday's body tingled with desire as she turned to face Enid, her heart pounding in her chest.
Wednesday felt her face get hot as she glanced up at Enid, her heart racing with anticipation. She frowned nervously, trying to hide her excitement.
"Is that so?" she replied softly, her eyes locked onto Enid's.
Enid's lips curved into a playful smirk. "Mm-hmm," she murmured, inching even closer to Wednesday. "I guess you'll just have to find out what this trouble means."
Wednesday felt her heart beating rapidly in her chest as Enid's face grew closer to hers. Enid's hot breath on her cheek made her shiver, and her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might climb out of her mouth and run away.
Suddenly, Enid pulled back.. "Come on, slowpoke. Let's get back to the dorm before curfew."
Wednesday let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and stood there for a second or two before she followed Enid back to their dorm, her mind buzzing with excitement and confusion, but her face keeping a stoic and cold facade.
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Wednesday and Enid walked through the bustling streets, handing out flyers for Wednesday’s upcoming band gig. Enid approached a group of people with a friendly smile, while Wednesday hung back slightly, her arms crossed over her chest.
They reached an empty street, just in time for Wednesday to pass out every poster successfully, but Enid still had one left.
“Bummer.” Enid said out loud, nodding to the remaining poster. “That’s one potential person not seeing you sing.”
Wednesday smiled “That’s okay, Enid, It can be your poster.”
Wednesday's foot had caught on a stray rock sticking out from the uneven concrete, sending her tumbling forward. She was grateful for Enid's quick reflexes as she felt her torso being caught in warm arms. As she looked up at Enid, her heart raced at the closeness of their faces. The sound of the wind had picked up, and it whipped around them, blowing strands of their hair into their faces.
Wednesday couldn't help but admire the way Enid's hair swirled around her, the strands swaying in the wind like gold ribbons. Their faces were so close that Wednesday could see the way Enid's eyes sparkled in the sunlight, the flecks of Brown mingling together in a mesmerizing blue iris.
Those eyes, oh, how they gleamed with a radiance that outshone the sun itself, their innocence rivaling that of a newborn calf taking its first steps in the dewy fields of spring. The way they caught the light was nothing short of enchanting, as if the whole universe was reflected within them, a boundless depth waiting to be explored.
Enid's breath was warm against Wednesday's cheek, and Wednesday couldn't help but inhale deeply, taking in the scent of Enid's shampoo and the underlying scent of her skin.
Enid set her down on the ground and Wednesday couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the loss of contact. She watched as Enid's gaze drifted upward, following the trajectory of a stray poster that had been caught in the wind. Wednesday looked up too, and her eyes widened at the sight of the paper dancing gracefully against the backdrop of the clear blue sky.
Enid previously had the last poster in her hands, but the wind had swept the paper into the air. They both chased after it with laughter, their hair whipping around their faces as they ran. When the poster finally fell to the ground, they both reached for it at the same time, their hands meeting in a moment of shared excitement. Wednesday's heart fluttered at the touch, and she couldn't help but steal a glance at Enid's Grinning face.
As Enid picked up the poster, her face was illuminated with the sunlight above, her eyes sparkled with joy. As Wednesday looked at Enid's beautiful face, she felt a warmth rise in her chest, and she felt her eyes linger far too long.
She wanted to shout, to scream, to whisper in Enid’s ear the undying love she felt. She wanted to recite a poem, or write a song about how Enid was the most wonderful girl she knew.
But she held herself back, she had gone all those years. Why now? Why was it at that moment that she felt the most she ever had?
Wednesday felt herself getting lost in the moment, she’d only ever dreamed about moments like these.
But the moment passed, like all moments do. And they ended up walking home in a comfortable silence.