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Nine months and 2 weeks of the very enjoyable torture that was being on Sinclairs side of the room. An uncommon allergen of mine being color had almost completely crippled me though there were upsides to this … predicament. Such as the reason for the frankly vile attack upon my body's immune system had been a somehow more colorful girl. Enid Sinclair, originally when I was first paired with her to be roommates I thought it would be a temporary painful few moments before she moved on like others. But she was intriguing so i decided to let her stay even if the not very enjoyable torture of being around such a chromatic being hurt at times.
The feeling of someone looking at me is nearly like drowning. The four hours I’ve been sat at my typewriter I could feel Sinclair just sitting and staring like a disparaged dog. After being left in the rain tied to a tree I almost feel bad. “What is it Enid?”, The squeak of the admittedly poor bed springs in her bed was a large indicator of some form of shock for her. “Hm? What do you mean?”, “you’ve been staring at me for nearly 4 hours now, what is that you want?”. The pause in her response was unexpected. She's usually very quick to respond but now there's something different she's thinking about a response for a change unexpected but not unwanted. “Oh sorry I was thinking about something and didn’t think about where I was looking at”. That was unexpected even for her there was fear in her voice, a certain cadence as if she were hiding something.
Enids Pov
The room we were in was in a state of perpetual cold which is odd for this building, it’s what? 150 years old and it's the middle of summer. But I didn't really mind considering the odd cold front over the room was likely because Wednesday was here. It somehow always manages to be a comfortable cold, I like it a lot actually but that's besides the point.
The sound of Wednesday's voice hitting the room was jarring, She almost never spoke unless she was spoken too first or to prove a point of some kind. “What is it Enid?”. The exact words she spoke it was almost intoxicating hearing her say my name. I’ve liked her since like the last semester of last year literally one of the reasons I broke it off with Ajax and was so thankful when she broke it off with bruno when we freaky fridayed now ive just been sat here and I think im being weird I dont wanna be weird especially around her. I mean even if I did try to do anything about it she wouldn’t care. She has like negative interest in romance and I bet she probably is not even gay like wtf dude.
Great, now I look desperate AND crazy. “you’ve been staring at me for nearly 4 hours now, what is that you want?”. FOUR HOURS, dude no I thought I was being a little weird There's no way I’ve been staring at her for four hours. My response is such bullshit and the look on her face shows she knows it’s bullshit, Why do I have to be cursed like this ughhh. What should I do? I look weird zoning out at true beauty and now I can’t even do that anymore. “Wednesday, wanna have a movie night?”. WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST SAY, WHY DID I SAY THAT BRO. “There has been a new adaptation of The Fall Of The House Of Usher, and I want to see this affront to Edgar Allen Poe's legacy to make fun of it”. That was unexpected. She not only agreed but suggested something. “Alright! Lets move to your bed and uh let me change really quick”. OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING LET ME FIND THE DARKEST CLOTHES HUMANELY POSSIBLE I OWN.
Wednesday’s Pov
That was unbecoming of me just now the want to not only watch a movie with her but also not say a thing when she recommended doing it in my bed was strange. I suppose I’ve already agreed might as well let it happen she's even changing from the prismatic mess she calls an outfit.
The warmth suddenly slipping to my side after I sit down on my bed was shocking. “Why must werewolves be so warm.”. While Enid wasn’t entirely bad to be around, the shock of just how hot to the touch she was was jarring to say the least. “Oops sorry I forgot you are spooked by that”. There was something off about her; she was nervous about something. But anyways that's not the point she finally put the cursed adaptation of Poe’s work on and as I expected the quality was below subpar. “Wednesday when is this over”, “It should only be 30 more minutes why?”, “No reason, just tired”. Just tired she says I’m not sure why but now no matter how bad this movie is I want it to last a little longer.
As the end of the movie came near I realized the usually talkative girl was as silent as a mouse, the slow turn to my left made me realize one fact she had fallen asleep how… inconvenient I suppose there's no reason to wake her up or go to her side to sleep.