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“Why you standing all by yourself?”
“Those shoes were made for dancing with someone else.”
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Music played from Enid’s phone, quite loud music at that, but who could blame her?
It was a cold winter night, the kind you’d see in movies, with white fluffy snow, and what Enid would describe as, “The most perfect night ever.”
Wednesday, however, would describe it as, “The night as white and cold as the hands of death themselves.”
Polar opposites, yet so close. Why?
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The goth’s eye twitched as Enid turned up the volume of her already loud phone.
“Enid, lower the volume of your hell device this instant.”
Wednesday glared at Enid, clutching her book in her hands.
She had always hated loud noises, and Enid’s music was no exception.
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The sound of Wednesday's voice had made Enid shoot up, and she froze in place to stare at the goth, even stopping her (as Wednesday would describe) hideous dancing.
“Why do you look so shocked? I'm just asking if you can turn down your phone.”
“Enid?”
The werewolf had shaken her head as if to bring herself out of thought, she looked as frozen as a deer in headlights, not an unusual occurrence.
“Yes Willa? What were you saying?” The pastel wolf responded with wide eyes.
“Please turn down your volume.” The shorter girl spoke again, repeating herself, looking down at Enid’s bright phone on an equally bright bed.
Enid grabbed her phone, pressing her bottom volume button a few times for good measure. She then looked back up at the young Addams for reassurance, the goth’s nod of approval had settled her enough to continue her activities. Her, on quote, “dancing” activities.
“What do you think you’re doing, Sinclair?” Wednesday asked with an arched brow at the taller girl's antics.
“Dancing! What else?” The pastel wolf laughed, continuing her jumps and spins.
“Why? Care to dance?” Enid smiled at the goth, a bright smile and a reaching hand. How could she say no?
“What a preposterous thought, Enid, I would never do such a thing.”
Wednesday would love to see how this game played out.
She would, she wanted to, but she knew Enid wanted it more.
Wednesday set her bookmark on the open page and closed the book, almost immediately getting up to face the taller blonde.
“It’s ok to be embarrassed if your dancing isn’t as good as mine.”
Enid leaned in closer.
“Now Enid, I will not dance to whatever music is playing”
“Not even for a little bit?”
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“Come on Wends! Just two minutes!” The wolf pleaded.
Enid had been begging for a while, maybe at least 3 minutes at the most. It'd be fun to keep this going, but what if Wednesday just wanted to tamper with it a bit more.
“I said no Enid.” The smaller girl responded.
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Enid sighed, she had expected this response from her seemingly heartless roommate, She mentally beat herself for imagining a different response. The tall blonde never understood why, it seemed to herself, Wednesday would be up to follow through with what she wanted to do.
Wednesday, however, was excited to see how this played out. Would Enid continue to beg? Plead? Maybe even give up? It intrigued her to guess the possibilities.
“Oh okay, I’m sorry Wends, I didn’t mean to push you like that.”
Wednesday frowned at Enid’s response, she didn’t think the werewolf would be so distraught by her declines. Well, it wasn’t the first time this happened, nor would it be the last. She just didn’t understand why it made her upset to see Enid upset. Empathy? No, that wasn’t for Wednesday, It wouldn’t ever be.
Though she couldn’t lie and say it didn’t sting to see Enid like this, maybe she’d allow it this once.
“Enid?”
“Yes Wends?”
“I wouldn’t mind dancing with you, if you’ll allow me to?”
Enid smiled at Wednesday, moving closer to her.
The taller wolf had happily grabbed Wednesday’s hand with her own and let her other rest on the goth’s waist. The said goth had then placed her unoccupied hand on Enid’s shoulder, whilst trying to find a rhythm to the song on repeat.
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“Why don’t we move over to that empty space?”
The song rang in their ears as much as their hearts did.
“I’ll bet you twenty bucks, I’ll put a smile on your face.”
As the song continued, so did they, taking steps back, forward, left, and right. They moved along the calm yet intriguing rhythm of the song.
Enid spinning Wednesday around occasionally had made the two of them smile. Even if Wednesday refused to admit, she smiled with the werewolf, her actions (and heart) said otherwise. Of course, Enid would back her up on this in public, but to herself? It made her feel honored to know the emotionless goth only smiled with her, and only for her.
Enid had refused to believe Fester existed in these moments, and reassured herself by saying he was family.
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“I would’ve never imagined you to be any good at dancing, Sinclair”
Wednesday raised her brow at the girl in front of her, the girl whom she held a hand with while dancing in the middle of their split bedroom.
“I’m honored to know that Wednesday Addams thinks I'm good at dancing”
Enid struggled to keep her smile contained, getting a compliment from the young Addams was rarer than a blue moon.
“You do realize I never actually said you were any good, right, Sinclair?”
The small, darkly dressed girl arched her brow at the blonde lycan once more, questioning her as if it were a challenge. Actually, everything to the Addams was a challenge, but that would be a discussion between the two later.
“You’re just too embarrassed to admit it Willa, it’s alright.”
“I could never be embarrassed due to the likes of you, Sinclair.”
Enid spun the goth around once more, their subtle glances and light colored cheeks filled the room, giving it such a warm atmosphere it almost seemed impossible to contain within their walls.
They danced, jumped, and spun around for the rest of the song, which they repeated at least three times. It was a lovely sight to behold, Two roommates dancing in their shared dorm room, locked away from the cold of the outside.
Enid had let go of Wednesday’s hand, and her waist, followed through by turning off her music.
“I'm tired, Wends, are you?” the lycan asked while putting her low charged phone on the charger, waiting for the buzz of approval to know it was charging.
Wednesday nodded, slowly walking back to her darker side of their shared dorm. She’d hate to admit out loud, but dancing with her roommate wasn’t as bad as some might imagine. Even if the wolf made some questionable moves, Wednesday would never admit how adorable she found it.
Feelings were still a new concept to their friendship, especially the fear of those feelings not being reciprocated.
Feelings in general were new to the young Addams, of course she had shared a kiss with the scum of a Hyde, but even that didn’t compare to the knot in her stomach she felt when she interlocked hands with the blonde wolf.
Soon the two returned to their separate beds, no words were spoken, just glances, and blinks as if they were supposed to be read as Morse Code.
“Willa?”
“Yes, Sinclair?”
“I liked our dance session today”
“I didn’t absolutely hate it either”
Enid smiled once more before turning around in her colorful (and quite messy) bed,
“Goodnight Wends, we should do this again.”
“Goodnight, Sinclair, I'll consider your idea.”
As Wednesday turned away, she thought back to everything that happened in those moments, maybe she would warm up to doing things like this with Enid more often, just, maybe.