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There was no particular reason for Wednesday Addams to feel this way. She was lightheaded and sick to her stomach and for some Satan-forsaken reason, it only seemed to happen around her exhaustingly excitable roommate, Enid Sinclair. Perhaps she was ill. Perhaps she was dying. Now, that would be at least interesting! Nothing interesting had happened around Nevermore Academy since the zombie pilgrim. Whatever the issue was, it was aggravating.
Reluctantly, Wednesday contacted her mother. Morticia was the only other psychic Wednesday knew and if this was an issue caused by her abilities, it would be prudent to get ahead of it.
“Mother,” Wednesday said sharply, though her words were always particularly sharp, “I seem to be having… issues.” Wednesday was definitely uncomfortable being vulnerable in any way, shape, or form to Morticia.
“What’s wrong, my little viper?” Morticia said, her voice flooding with concern. Wednesday so rarely called her parents that it had become cause for concern if she did.
“I have been experiencing strange symptoms. Whenever a specific person enters the room, I feel sick to my stomach, though I cannot stop thinking of them when they leave.” Wednesday admitted, mechanically.
Morticia cooed. “Oh, you sound just like your father when he first fell in love with me. Does Enid feel the same way?”
Wednesday sputtered. “Why on earth would you immediately assume the individual is Enid?”
“You spent the last three pages of your book waxing poetic about the character you based on her, Wednesday. And you’ve talked about no one else in the entire time you’ve been at Nevermore.” Morticia sighed. “Darling, you’re absolutely ensnared by her.”
“Fine, Mother, perhaps I did. But why would Enid feel the same way about me?” Wednesday sighed bitterly. Her mother couldn’t possibly be labouring under the delusion that Enid was any way inclined in that way, could she?
“For such an observant girl, darling, you seem to miss the most obvious details sometimes.” Morticia said, a tinge of exasperation colouring her voice. She’d seen Enid around Wednesday on Parents’ Weekend, the girl was equally smitten.
“And I suppose you must be omniscient?” Wednesday scoffed. She was rarely inclined to believe her mother, less so about matters of the heart. Why had she gone to her with this issue again?
“Of course not, darling, just observant.” Morticia said, laughing lightly at the pouting expression forming on her daughter’s face.
“Thank you, Mother, for the utterly useless advice. I will see you next Parents’ Weekend. Goodbye.” Wednesday ended the call abruptly, leaving Morticia spluttering out a goodbye before the connection cut off.
Wednesday sighed, and fell backwards on her bed. As much as she was loath to admit it, the call with her mother had given her much to think on. Was she in love with her best friend? Did Enid like her in the same way? Honestly, how could her mother know!?
Thinking further, Wednesday remembered how every time she heard Enid laugh, she wanted to be the cause of that laughter, how every time Enid smiled her supposedly frozen heart melted a little more. Perhaps this was one of the rare occasions her mother was right, at least partially. But Enid couldn’t possibly share her feelings, could she?
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Enid Sinclair had a dilemma. A fairly big dilemma. She was definitely and definitively in love with her roommate, Wednesday Addams. She’d known it since she’d first wolfed out, she’d do anything for Wednesday. And the worst part was, Wednesday was either absolutely oblivious or didn’t share her feelings.
Laying upside down on Yoko’s bed, Enid was lamenting her situation. “Seriously, Yoko! You might have the world’s most perfect relationship with Divina, but it’s literally impossible to talk to Wednesday! She doesn’t communicate, it’s like I’m expected to read her mind or something!”
Yoko raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re not just getting into your own head? Wednesday would do anything for you.”
Enid sighed and rolled over to properly see her friend. “Wednesday hasn’t properly talked to me since Crackstone. How am I supposed to get her out of her own world long enough to tell her how I feel? And what am I supposed to do if she doesn’t feel the same way?”
Yoko scowled at Enid. “One step at a time, Enid. Just catch her while she's writing or something. If she likes you back, she’ll say it outright. She's honest like that. If she doesn’t feel the same way, you can move in with me until things cool down. If she hurts you, I’ll send Divina after her.”
“You probably won’t need to send Divina after her. Wednesday isn’t deliberately cruel.” Enid said, giggling now.
“You’re my friend, I worry about you.” Yoko replied. “I know Wednesday wouldn’t hurt you deliberately.”
“I’ll talk to her after dinner,” Enid decided, “she doesn’t really do anything then anyway.”