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Addams. A name Eugene couldn't escape.
When he first went to nevermore he expected a normal life surrounded by other freaks like him. He didn't see himself as anything special, i mean how could he when he was surrounded by Sirens and Werewolf's.. He was a late bloomer discovering his power over bees (and later more insects) at 9, Ottinger knew he was always a freak; a while ago before he moved schools to nevermore he constantly got bullied and teased for his two lesbain mothers, he loved his parents so much but deep down in his heart he hated being their son. He never wanted to be like them; gay.
So when his new roommate Pugsley had made such a mark on him he felt disgusted. He tried to be cool and pushed himself away from the Addams boy covering his "feelings" with rudeness and distance. Plus it was a favour being his roommate, and only his roommate, Wednesday didn't want anything more from him then to share a room with her brother.
The door opened.
It was pugsley. He was back from whatever weird adventure he went on.. probably eating bugs or electrocuting the birds from the trees. Eugene didn't care and didn't want to know, he kept his mouth shut until,
"Hey Eugene! Oh man you free to talk?!"
Eugene silently sighed he didn't understand how one sibling was so cold and emotionless while the other could speak for days and full of emotion. Anyways it didn't matter what he said he knew Pugsley was going to speak to him anyways.
"There's this project in Biology about "the behaviour of bugs" or something, everyone else found a partner but i never got one.. so i was thinking me and you could.. maybe.. be partners!?.."
Pugsley's grin filled his face his big dark doll eyes lighting up. How could eugene say no?
"Okay fine"
Pugsley remained calm and cool but inside he was screaming, he'd never had a partner before.
Soon after that they'd spent hours making a crappy leaflet with diagrams and lots of writing (of course Eugene did the all writing and drawing, Pugsleys handwriting looked like russian cursive and his drawings looked like ancient hieroglyphics). Pugsley enjoyed the company and honestly Eugene did too, maybe he'd misjudged the boy, maybe they could just be friends.
It was getting late and before they knew it the time was already 12PM way later then Eugenes normal bedtime. Eugene stopped writing and turned to look at Pugsley, he was fast asleep the colouring pencil still in his hand. Eugene felt a wave of softness wash over him. It was something about seeing an Addams so vulnerable and sweet?.. No he wasn't sweet he was cute. Eugene thought pugsley was cute. He took the pencil out of Pugsleys hand and layed down beside him, just like a friend would. Pugsley started mumbling gibberish, it made Eugene laugh, even in his sleep he was a chatterbox. Pugsley then moved closer to Eugene wrapping an arm around him and ultimately spooning him. Eugenes smile faded he was torn between moving or staying.. What if someone walked in?.. What if pugsley woke up before him and saw Eugene let this happen. Before he knew it he'd worried himself to sleep.