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Wednesday tossed a disdainful look over her shoulder. Agnes was not far behind, that aggravatingly adoring smile still on her face. She’d been trailing after her since this morning, and Wednesday had more than enough of it.
“Where are we going?’ Agnes asked. She’d yet to grasp that Wednesday wanted nothing to do with her. “Are you still seeing your therapist? I can wait outside, unless you’ll let me come with you.”
Wednesday stopped walking, turning around abruptly. “The only place you’re going to go is a shallow grave. Go find somebody else to bother.”
Agnes giggled. A sound that somehow happened to be worse than Enid could ever produce. “Wednesday Addams just threatened me,” she whispered to herself, awed.
“It’s going to be a promise.”
“I’d like that,” Agnes told her. Wednesday stared at her until she let out the tiniest bit of a huff, and kept on towards the Weathervane.
Since the new semester started a few days ago, she hadn’t been able to go see him. It was immensely bothersome, not that she would ever admit to such a thing out loud.
“Are we going to the Weathervane?” Agnes said eagerly, despite Wednesday steadfastly ignoring her. “I know what your order is going to be: a quad over ice. I’ll have the same, of course.”
Wednesday was not at all flattered.
The doors to the establishment swung open. She stormed in there, Agnes on her heels. Up ahead at the counter, Tyler had his back to them, focused on cleaning the back counters. Even with the situation at hand, and this strong urge to take Agnes by the throat and dispose of her, the sight of her...boyfriend was unexpectedly calming.
She went straight up behind him, with Tyler remaining oblivious as always. Wednesday waited with utmost patience, the perfect moment coming to her when Tyler turned around.
He emitted a yelp, dropping the rag and a mug. It fell to the floor, smashing into smithereens.
“Wednesday,” he groaned, but his lips fell into one of those smiles especially for her. “Do you have to do that?”
“When you learn to expect me, I won’t.” If they weren’t currently in the presence of unwanted company, she would have questioned as to how Hyde didn’t sense her coming.
Tyler just grinned at her, a truly cursed one that seemed to rot her insides in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Taking her by the waist, Wednesday was yanked up close, their lips brushing against each other’s in a steady rhythm that she fell into willingly.
And then another giggle broke through what had been building.
She was feeling rather homicidal as Tyler slowly pulled away from her, his gaze landing on Agnes in polite confusion, eyes darting to her for an explanation as to why this person was watching them.
“Wait until I tell everyone I've seen you two up close,” Agnes said dreamily.
“Uh....” Tyler was looking from Wednesday to Agnes, not knowing what he should do or say.
“Tyler,” Wednesday said shortly, “this is my stalker, Agnes.”
Agnes widened her smile, which made Tyler blink. “I’m her number one fan girl.”
“Uh....” Tyler’s eyes flickered up and down, taking in Agnes’ attempt at matching Wednesday’s outfit. “I can see that.”
“I was going to wear the wig along with it but she destroyed it,” Agnes said and then breathed out. “I saw fire behind her eyes. It was amazing.”
Wednesday’s nails dug into her palms.
“Get me a quad,” she demanded, refusing to acknowledge this nonsense anymore. However, Tyler wasn’t even looking at her- his head was bowed, his shoulders shaking.
She was less than pleased.
“Tyler.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, voice strained from his poorly concealed giggles.
She stopped closer into his space, teeth gritting. “This is not funny.”
“Oh, this is.” Tears were in the corners of Tyler’s eyes. “This is so funny.”
“Stop it. Do your job or I will leave.”
She was even more vexed when some more laughter trickled out. He wasn’t even trying to hide it. And all the while, Agnes was smiling pleasantly, not once taking her eyes off them.
“Do you want anything, Agnes?” Tyler asked when he was able to find his voice again. She shook her head, her braids flying lightly.
“Oh, no. I seem to have forgotten my wallet. I’ll wait until next time.”
“No charge,” Tyler waved it off. Wednesday narrowed her eyes at him. “Anything for one of Wednesday's friends.”
Wednesday breathed in through her nose, the desire to decapitate him nearly overwhelming.
Agnes, meanwhile, was looking at Tyler as if he’d given her the whole universe on a platter. “I’ve been called Wednesday Addams’ friend,” she said to herself just as she’d done earlier.
Wednesday wanted nothing more than to throttle Tyler when he shot her a wide grin.
He wouldn't find it quite as amusing if she tampered with his brakes and therefore suffered an unfortunate accident on his way home.
“I’ll have a quad over ice,” Agnes said, turning to Wednesday. “I know it’s your favorite.”
Wednesday could feel her blood pressure steadily rising.
“You can have a seat if you want,” Tyler said with an undercurrent of laughter that Agnes was oblivious to. “I’ll bring it out to you.”
She thanked him, and said to Wednesday, “Are you going to sit at your unusual booth? It would be an honor to sit with you.”
“She will,” Tyler interjected. Wednesday whirled around, enraged. He just smiled sweetly in return. “Wednesday almost always drinks her quad here.”
Wednesday had to inhale through her nose several times.
“She seems nice,” Tyler commented when Agnes hurried off to save the booth for them, not that it was at risk of being taken anytime soon.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Wednesday should have known he was going to delight in her misery. “I don’t want you talking to her.”
“Really?” Tyler’s chin was in his hand, propped up by his elbow on the counter.
“She is a nuisance, Tyler.”
“I mean, so are you and I still love you,” he shrugged.
“You’re on thin ice, Tyler. You’d do well to remember that.”
“Mhm,” was all Tyler infuriatingly said. The absolute audacity of him.
“I don’t want you taking your break with me today,” Wednesday warned him. “Sit in the back if you have to.”
He raised a brow at her. She stared back at him, stony faced. Then, he leaned down to whisper near her.
“Unfortunately for you, I’ve never been good at taking orders.”
She gripped a handful of his shirt, bringing them nose-to-nose. “You don’t want to end up being buried alive, I assure you.”
“Who says I don't?” Tyler’s breath was on her ear and she had to repress an involuntary shiver. “You don’t want to bury me?” He let his hand glide down her back. “And rescue me?” Her breath hitched, she was powerless to stop it. “And give me mouth to mouth?”
He sounded innocent enough, but there was something else to his voice. A hint of desire, of want.
She opened her eyes when he rose back up to his full height, a smile on his lips and went to work on both her beverage as well as Agnes’. In order to maintain her dignity, Wednesday turned on her heel, stalking over to where her booth was, displeased to find that the girl was indeed there, sitting across from where she would be. The spot Tyler normally occupied when she was here.
“Don’t you have anyone else to bother?” Wednesday sat down, her nerves slowly being stripped away by the smile on Agnes that never wavered.
“Is there someone you want me to bother? Do you have any enemies you need to deal with?”
“Should anyone need to be dealt with, I can do it myself,” she said coldly.
“In the most gruesome way possible,” Agnes whispered.
Not unlike what Wednesday was going to do to her.
“I can deal with your brother if you want?” Agnes was pleading with her eyes. “He refuses to acknowledge your greatness. I can set him straight. Or upside down, if you prefer.”
Wednesday could feel the oncoming headache behind her eyes. If Agnes wasn’t careful, she’d find herself in the middle of a brutal murder - as the unlucky victim.
Than again, Agnes might be flattered that Wednesday would go so far as to handle her so personally.
By now, Tyler was delivering their beverages to the table. And despite Wednesday’s explicit orders, he plopped down beside her.
“What are you doing?’ He was entering dangerous territory, that was for sure.
“Do you mind if I join?” Tyler said in his usual upbeat tone reserved for customers.
Agnes was in awe. “Of course not.”
Wednesday glared at him, which he completely ignored. He was looking ahead at Agnes. “So how long have you been....?” He trailed off, unsure of how to word it.
“How long have I been a dedicated fan of the most brilliant student that Nevermore has ever seen?” Agenes said with an adoring gaze on Wednesday. Tyler snorted. “Since she saved the school. I’ve researched everything there is to know about her.”
“Oh, yeah?” Tyler said, intrigued. Wednesday did not know what to think. What did she mean she’d researched her? Surely there wasn’t information on the internet pertaining to her.
“I know everything there is to know about you too,” Agnes said, and at this, Tyler stiffened. Wednesday grasped one of her knives underneath the table. “You’re the normie boy she fell in love with.”
Wednesday’s lip curled in distaste.
At this, Tyler relaxed, his smile going cocky as he threw his arm over the back of the booth. “Can’t take all the credit. Wednesday swept me off my feet too. Isn’t that right, baby?”
“Don’t you have orders to take?” There was a warning in her eyes. Tyler ought to take her seriously if he wished to remain unharmed.
But the cretin stared back daringly.
“Not right now.”
“I’m certain someone will need your help very soon.”
“Kylee’s here,” Tyler said, a wicked gleam in his eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by Wednesday. “She can take care of them.”
This had sealed his fate. Wednesday was going to get rid of him. Permanently.
“Hey, Kylee,” he called. The girl in question was carrying a box in from the back. “Are you okay with handling everything? I’m going on my break.”
She was going to say something, but after spotting Wednesday as well as Agnes in her nearly identical attire, Kylee just sighed. “Sure, but you get to explain later whatever-” She made loose gestures, “that is.”
“Okay,” Tyler agreed easily. Wednesday did not like the change in Kylee’s tone. He turned to her, pleased. “Don’t worry, Honey, I know how much it makes you happy when I sit with you,” he cooed.
Wednesday’s temper was at an all time high when he stroked his finger along her jaw. In permitted circumstances - primarily in private - she would allow him to behave this way. Not out in public.
She grabbed said finger, bending it in such a way that it was dislocated almost immediately. Such a shame, though, that being half hyde eliminated much of the pain sensories he’d have compared to a typical normie boy.
Tyler didn’t even flinch, just smiled and put it back into place.
“Oh,” Agnes said mildly. “That looks like it hurts.”
“Oh, it does. Sort of.”
“I can easily do worse,” Wednesday reminded him.
“Of course you can, Wen,” Tyler said in a voice much more suited for a child, patting her on the top of her head.
He was doing this to rile her, Wednesday understood. He believed himself to be amusing, ignoring the dangerous consequences that would soon await him.
Agnes was oblivious. She was soaking up the opportunity that had presented itself to her.
“So,” Tyler said after shooting her one last grin, facing Agnes, “what exactly made you Wednesday’s, uh, fan girl?”
“One of the Nightshades posted a tiktok,” Agnes said with enthusiasm. “She talked about how Wednesday saved the school from Crackstone and Laurel Gates. It was magnificent. She’s a hero.”
Wednesday was disgusted. This was how Agnes saw her? As some unsung hero who went out of her way to save mankind?
“She’s my hero too,” Tyler batted his eyelashes at Wednesday.
I will kill you, Wednesday's expression clearly told him.
Do it, his own responded.
“I’m trying to get the Nevermore Press to do a piece on you,” Agnes said, her manic smile returning. “If I succeed, can I count on you doing an interview?”
“Absolutely not-”
"She'll do it.”
Wednesday stopped. She slowly turned her head in his direction.
Tyler stage whispered to Agnes, “I’ll even get you her autograph if you want.”
A squeak left Agnes.
Wednesday yanked him by his apron strings. “You will not survive this evening,” she said quietly enough that Agnes did not hear, but the threat was loud and clear regardless.
At the sound of the chime ringing above the door, Tyler twisted around to see his father coming in for his afternoon coffee.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Tyler. Addams-” Donovan Galpin cut himself off when his eyes fell on Agnes. “This one of your relatives, Addams?”
Wednesday did not get a chance to refute this, Agnes’ eyes were wide and filled with gratitude, her hands on her chest. “If only I would be lucky enough to be related to the great Wednesday Addams. It would be an honor and I would spend the rest of my life showing I was worthy to be part of her family.”
Silence came in the wake of this. Wednesday was utterly furious, while Tyler was looking at Agnes with unbridled joy.
Donovan just looked at her for a long while, and ultimately gave a sigh, shaking his head. “I’m too tired for this. Tyler, I’ll be back later.”
“You don’t want anything now?” Tyler said when he realized his father was leaving.
“Not right now. Just...” Donovan eyed Wednesday and Agnes. “Just tell me when those two leave.”