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Enid is intensely focused, tongue out in concentration, as she glances between the sweater pattern and her newest crochet masterpiece. Well… it would be after she finished it. Right now the chibi wolf at the center of her pink sweater is just a set of ears and adorably large eyes. The brief sound of a severe cello interrupts her as a text message from Wednesday appears on her phone. Always excited by a message from her old soul girlfriend, she opens it instantly, setting aside her project.
Wednesday Addams (11:14 AM):
I have considered your suggestions. You won’t be pleased, but I am.
[Image attached]
Enid’s jaw drops as she takes in the photo. Wednesday, as always, has a flare for the dramatics and appears to have made someone help her stage and take this photo. She’s leaning up against a blacked-out motorcycle, helmet tucked under an arm as she casually dangles keys off a lone finger from her free hand. She gives the camera a side-eyed look that to anyone else would appear vacant and uninterested. But not Enid. She knows Wednesday too well by now and can see a tiny smirk.
And that leather jacket… Wednesday, always the early riser between the two of them, was able to sneak out of their shared bed this morning to run some errands so Enid wasn’t able to see her chosen outfit for the day.
Enid Sinclair (11:18 AM):
OMG
YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME
I MEAN
NO
NO MOTORCYCLE
THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT
Wednesday Addams (11:20 AM):
Isn’t it though?
Enid Sinclair (11:20 AM):
NO!
Motorcycles are crazy dangerous!!!! ( angry face emoji)
I said you should get your driver’s license
FOR A CAR
Wednesday Addams (11:21 AM):
I will acquiesce that the rate of accidents for motorcyclists is significantly higher than for motorists.
I like the feel of the air on my face though.
Enid swipes out of her text messages and calls Wednesday. It rings once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. She immediately hangs up and tries again. At the next voicemail tone, she warns, “Wednesday Addams, if you come back to this apartment with a motorcycle I will throw it into the lake and you will be sleeping on the couch.”
A few minutes later a message from Wednesday comes through. It’s a video.
The shot starts shaky and low to the ground. Enid can see a dealership in the background with other motorcycles in the large display windows. It takes a moment for it to settle and adjust so it’s pointed up toward the motorcycle and rider. Thing steps into view and waves.
“Thing, you have five seconds before I leave without you.” Wednesday sits on the bike now, her face disappearing under the sleek helmet as she puts it on. The hand scurries over, hoisting himself up Wednesday’s base leg until he reaches her shoulder.
He gives a peace sign to the camera as the engine roars to life. The bike is smaller than Enid thought it would be and fits the short Raven almost perfectly — Wednesday is on her tippy toes to reach the ground. She turns and Enid can almost feel her stare through the blacked-out helmet visor. She makes a subtle gesture with one of her hands holding the handlebars before driving off and out of the fame. Then the video ends abruptly.
The gesture was familiar but blink-and-you-missed-it fast. Enid fiddles with the video settings until she can play it back slower. Wednesday turns her head. Pauses. Stares. Enid zooms the screen in as her girlfriend brings her thumb and index finger together to make a heart.
A heart! Like the kind she showed Wednesday! A pleasant warmth blooms in Enid’s chest. She saves the video on her phone before trying to call again.
This time, Wednesday answers on the second ring.
“Enid.” The woman in question melts at the way her name comes out, soft and carefully.
“Hey, Wednes,” she breathes. She’s smiling like a fool and doesn’t even care that the following threat won’t land. “The heart was cute. I love you too. But you’re still sleeping on the porch if you bring the bike home.”
“I believe your message stated that I would be sleeping on the couch.”
“I had to increase the consequence so you know I’m serious!”
Wednesday goes quiet on the other line. Then her voice is hesitant. “It… truly bothers you?”
The werewolf lets out a sigh, falling back into the couch. She drops an arm over her eyes as she says, “Look, Wednesday. You can make your own choices with your money and have every right to. I never want to control you or your choices. I’m just— I’m just a little scared? You caught me off guard and then I started imagining the worst. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Enid. I … could have introduced you to the notion of me owning a motorcycle differently. Would a conversation calm your nerves?”
“It generally always does,” Enid laughs.
“Then I will wait and we can speak about this tonight.”
“Thank you. Tell Thing that if he wants to ride your motorcycle he has to come listen to my safety rant too.”
“Of course. He readily agreed.” Then muffled talking, as if Wednesday was covering the speaker. “No, I won’t tell her that you miss her. You can tell her yourself when we arrive. … It’s only been a week…”
Grinning, Enid twirls a lock of hair around her finger absently. “Hey, Wednes?”
Immediately, Wednesday returns. “Yes?”
“Tell Thing I miss him too. We’re overdue for some mani time! I love you both! See you soon!”
“I love you too,” Wednesday says before hanging up.
With a great sigh, Enid opens up a new browser page and types in “
safety tips for motorcycle riders
.”