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Recently Enid hasn’t been sleeping.
It’s not that she wants to stay awake, but every time she closes her eyes she’s plagued with dreams. Dreams of a romantic nature. Dreams that feature her dark, gloomy roommate. Dreams about Wednesday.
Wednesday.
She has dreams where they dance. Where they kiss. Where they fall in love.
She has some that are more extreme, ones that leave here waking in a sweat, heart racing. Those affect her worst of all.
And yet, she doesn’t dream about her boyfriend,
Even though she spends almost every evening after class with Bruno, the only time he ever appears in these “fantasies” is when he’s shoved out the way by Dream Wednesday.
(One night she dreamt Dream Wednesday stabbed Bruno just to move him out of her path to Dream Enid, and they made out while he bled out on the floor. Enid tries not to think about how hot that was.)
But it's not like these mean anything, right?
There’s a full moon tomorrow night and clearly the lunar cycle and her impending transformation are messing with her hormones and unconscious brain.
That's definitely all that's happening.
………………………………………..
It seems almost every evening this semester Enid finds herself in this place.
Laying on her bed with Bruno, who snuck in against the dorm rules, so that they could make out.
Enid doesn’t really think kissing is all that it’s built up to be. Like sure, it’s kinda nice, but it isn’t as world-altering as people think.
She does appreciate, however, the constant yet almost numb press of Bruno’s lips against hers gives her time to think.
Normally she thinks about upcoming tests, or tomorrow’s movie night with Yoko, but recently all of her thoughts lead back to Wednesday.
It’s bad enough that her nights are filled with visions of her roommate, but thinking about her when kissing her boyfriend probably isn’t a good sign.
And, sometimes if these make out sessions feel slightly more exciting when she pretends the body next to her, that the lips pressed against her own belong to Wednesday, well, there’s no-one here to judge.
She’s in the middle of contemplating what to get from the dining hall for dinner tonight when the dorm room door bursts open.
“Enid,” Wednesday seethes.
Bruno stands up and brushes himself off. “Dude, did you not see the scrunchie on the door?”
It seems Wednesday ignores his response, never taking her eyes off Enid, who only just realises the state she’s in.
Her hair is mussed, her lipstick smudged and her jumper has ridden up so far what a good few inches of her bare stomach are visible.
She can’t seem to move however, locked inside Wednesday’s gaze. The shorter girl’s face is tinged pink and Enid swears she sees her blink. If she didn’t know better, she’d say that Wednesday was jealous.
After a few seconds, Bruno breaks the tension and leaves, breaking the spell.
Wednesday straightens back up and beelines towards her typewriter.
As Enid falls back onto her bed, she can’t help but start to think that perhaps this isn’t just the moon playing tricks on her.
She turns her face into her pillow and muffles a scream.
………………………………………..
Two weeks later, and Enid can’t get the image of Wednesday out of her head - her roommate stuck in place, flustered (in her own way).
It’s been weighing on her mind so much she decides to go to a second source,
However, it turns out her choice of confidant was a terrible idea.
Yoko has spent the last five minutes laughing in Enid’s face. She has no idea what’s so funny, and so Enid asks her as much.
“Whats so funny?”
This only seems to make Yoko laugh even more, and she eventually speaks after the giggles have subsided.
“Oh, young love! But there’s not much I can tell you. You’ve gotta work this out on your own.”
At Enid’s groan she continues, “However, I can send you something to help a little. Here, I’ve sent you a link. Have a look at this, and maybe you’ll get some answers.”
Yoko pushes her glasses down the bridge of her nose, winks, then turns and walks out of the room.
Enid picks up her phone, and clicks on Yoko’s link.
The website blinks back at her - Am I Gay Quiz?
Huh.
God, she has to talk to Bruno
………………………………………..
Enid doesn’t think she’s ever felt this focused. Even her passion during the Poe Cup pales in comparison to the determination in her steps as she makes her way up the stairs in Ophelia Hall.
After a surprisingly amicable conversation with Bruno, she has decided she has got to talk to Wednesday before she chickens out and dies alone.
The door to her dorm swings open, and she finds her roommate writing at her desk, as she always is at 6pm on a Thursday,
Enid takes a deep breath to console herself.
“Wednesday,”
The girl in question barely lifts her head, simply muttering, “Enid, what have I said about interrupting my writing time.”
This only seems to spur Enid on, as she marches across their room’s invisible barrier and swivels Wednesday’s chair around so now both girls are looking at each other.
Wednesday’s eyes twitch almost imperceptibly.
“Wednesday.”
Enid thinks she can almost see her roll her eyes, The shorter girl rises to her feet and shuffles forward slightly.
“Clearly this is something you feel has some importance. Please stop biting your lip and get on with whatever you have to say. I was in the middle of writing a particularly gruesome murder.”
The tiniest speck of red appears across Enid’s cheeks as she tries not to think about Wednesday outright saying she was looking at her lips.
She clears her throat and blurts, “Me and Bruno broke up.”
Wednesday promptly turns and begins rifling through her desk drawers, emerging with a handful of weapons.
“The correct phrase is “Bruno and I”, Enid, But where is he, do I finally get to put my nail gun to use?”
Enid rests her hand on Wednesday’s shoulder to stop her murderous rampage, but pulls away immediately - both from her knowledge of her roommate’s boundaries and from the electric feeling she gets from that one small point of contact.
“Please Wens, put the weapons away.” She does so, only after a sharp look from Enid. “I actually broke up with him.”
She turns, and starts to pace around the room.
“It’s just that… I was almost forcing myself to be with Bruno, to be with another werewolf, a male werewolf, so that I could live up to the expectations of the pack. But I realise now, being with him made me feel deeply unhappy, even if it was what’s ‘right’.”
She takes a step towards Wednesday, the shorter girl’s gaze never breaking.
“But what I want isn’t ‘right’. What I want is wrong, and it makes me feel guilty, and different, and so many things but it’s my want.”
Wednesday’s voice is uncharacteristically raspy as she asks. “What do you want, Sinclair?”
“I want you Wednesday.”
Enid doesn’t wait for a response, she just talks.
“God, I can’t stop thinking about you, like ever. You haunt me in the hallways, in our classes, you even haunt my dreams. I can’t escape you, and I don’t think I want to.”
She takes a final step forward, and leans in, letting Wednesday bridge the final gap.
When their lips meet it’s like someone has thrown a bucket of water over Enid.
It’s like coming up for fresh air, like finally letting herself feel.
Finally, finally, she understands what people have been saying about kissing, about love,
Its all-encompassing, and overwhelming, and yet she can’t form a single thought,
It’s like her brain flipped a switch so that all she can think, feel, breathe, is Wednesday.
Wednesday Addams,
The Wednesday Addams, who is currently swiping her tongue across Enid’s bottom lip, arms wrapped around her waist with a force she thought impossible.
Eventually, they have to break for air and their hands fall awkwardly to their sides, bearing matching smeared lipstick and flushed cheeks.
“So…” Enid begins, but is cut off by Wednesday’s hand gently caressing her cheek.
“Enid. You are annoying. You are loud. You are my complete polar opposite and we are not meant to work.”
The blonde’s face drops.
“But. You have bewitched me, Enid. Seeing you with Bruno,” She almost spits out his name, “was a dagger through my heart, in an unenjoyable way. You have plagued my thoughts every waking hour, and have cursed me with torturous, amorous hope.”
A smile begins to bloom again on Enid’s face.
“An Addams doesn’t concern themselves with what is considered right or wrong. We forge our own path and go after what we want. When an Addams falls in love, it is all consuming and drives us to insanity, and, Enid, I would gladly walk into hell with open arms if it meant I could see your face once more.”
Enid blinked. “Not that this doesn’t sound ridiculously romantic, but can you translate into English?”
Suddenly Wednesday grabbed Enid’s waist and pulled them flush.
“It means that I want you too, Enid. Wholly, truly, tortuously,”
And as she is pulled into another kiss, Enid can’t help but think that this feels so right.