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WEDNESDAY’S.
“Wens! Look at this!” Enid says, practically shoving her screen—which is at FULL brightness mind you—in my face. She shows me a post dated 3 minutes ago. “Bianca’s hosting a year-end party! We HAVE to go.” I stare at her pleading eyes as she squeezes my hands tighter. My stare should have been screaming, “Hell no.” yet Enid chooses to ignore this.
“Wednesday, come on! Live a little. You can’t stay in our dorm all day stalking murderers or whatever it is you do!”
“Oh yes I can. And it’s called research, not stalking.” Enid rolls her eyes at me. Those undeniably beautiful eyes that match her colorful eyeshadow and colorful hair.
"No." I respond. Then she stomps on the ground before plopping onto her bed. At times, I don't know if I do this just to see her sulk like this for my own amusement or because I really don't want to do the thing she asks me to do. There's a blurred line in between, really.
The following days have been her whining and moping, trying to convince me to just join her on this party. And every time, I'd refuse.
“Don’t forget that you still owe me.” ??? The hell do I owe her? I suppose my confusion is displayed right on my face because she immediately follows up with, “I saved your life, remember? You almost got buried alive if it weren’t for me and Agnes!” Oh, this again. I give my deepest gratitude to them for saving my life and all I guess, but I figured I already paid that back. I mean, did I not turn her back into a human?
"No, I don't. Being a human again should be more than sufficient." There is a long pause between us before Enid gets that look on her face when she gets an idea. I'm instantly amused. "Okay." Is all she says. "What?" I reply, extremely puzzled.
I had expected an entire lecture about the reasons on why I should join her on the party. I expected her to beg, even. But 'okay' is all I get? "I said, okay. I'll go alone then. Actually, I'll go with Bruno! Maybe even Ajax?" Her two ex boyfriends? She must be out of her mind. "You can't do that." I mean, out of all people? And why can't she just stay here, with me?-- I mean, at our dorm. "Well, you aren't going to come with me.. And I need a companion. So why not?" She smiles at me, that smile that means to poke fun at me.
I sigh very, very deep as I come to a decision. A decision I would certainly regret.
"I will accompany you on this.. gatherin-" I don't get to finish my sentence when Enid is jumping for joy, yelling about "It worked!" She was like the sun, while I, the moon. Which is why we don't work together. Well, we shouldn't.. yet we still work out more than I expect. "Don't get too excited. I still have the power to change my decision." Enid pauses. "Got it." She smiles at me again, her cheeks rising. Her face, the face I had grown to adore.
ENID’S.
Okay, everything is going according to plan. This was my 'New Year New Me' plan, be more confident. Erase all worries, which was being in love with wednesday. Okay, listen closely. Just hear me out!: We go to the party, I get tipsy enough to have the courage to confess, then we go home! Easy enough. It’s the only way. Get tipsy. Just tipsy (A/N: are you sure, enid?)
I forced myself to go through around 10 clothing shops to find the perfect outfit that might catch Wednesday’s eyes the most. I face palmed at the fact that I’m acting like this is a proposal. It might as well be one, because my confession will surely determine my fate.
Then December 31st comes. New Years' Eve, and the party. I had rehearsed my speech about 30 times even though I know it'd be useless. I'd be tipsy and will not remember any of what I had practiced. I entered our dorm, seeing Wednesday pack her things made my heart sting. It's really the end of our journey. 'I hope you'd talk to me even after this.' I whisper to myself. Wednesday approaches me first. "Howdy, roomie!" I cheerfully greet her, as always. "Let's go." Oh, already? Damn.
God, I really hope this goes well. Or else I'm really fucked. After going through two boyfriends to ignore my feelings for her, I seriously cannot hide this anymore. I can't keep gaslighting myself into thinking I'm straight much less uninterested in THE Wednesday Addams. My exact opposite. The girl who had attempted murder at her previous school. I hated it.. I should have hated it, yet I can't stop but love every single part of this girl.
I mean, I've already figured she won't like me back. It's just that my mind will go actually insane if I don't tell her this. I already know that she likes Tyler and Tyler likes her back or whatever. That fucker. I need to get it out of my system is all! I need to hear that she doesn't like me back so I can move on and stop.. stop wishing I have a chance.
It's really unclear WHY I started liking her in the first place. I literally run a blog, she doesn't have social media. She is allergic to color, I AM color. So, in what world would they work out? I don't know. In what world could I, Enid Sinclair, possibly take interest in Wednesday Addams? This world, apparently. Ughh, I'm in deep shit.
Wednesday looks beautiful in her outfit. She wore the same outfit around 3 weeks ago. She could wear the same outfit over and over again yet I'd never get tired of it. That's just how she is to me, always beautiful.
I almost intertwine our arms, but stop myself in time as I remember that she hates physical contact. Dammit! It's so hard being in love with you, Addams!
WEDNESDAY'S.
As soon as we enter the venue, swarms of girls and boys come to smother Enid. All of them speaking with high-pitched voices. Assuming this is Enid's pack, I leave them alone. Well, I attempted to. That was before Enid chased after me immediately. "Willa! Come on! Socialize a little!" I give her a blank stare which should have translated to 'Fuck. No.' but she read it as 'Okay, Enid!' as she was pulling my hand and leading me into a crowd.
A lot of people were talking. All at the same time too. I could care less, all I was focused on was Enid.
Her beautifully curled hair, her sparkling eyes, her bright smile. They're all things I should despise, yet I wouldn't have it any other way.
"Wednesday? What are you thinking about?" Bianca says, snapping me out of my trance-like state. "About how I can burn this godforsaken locale to ashes." I cross my arms and depart from the crowd, Enid tailing after me. "Hey, I'm gonna go grab a few drinks. How about you?" Seriously? Enid and alcohol? Not a great combination. She won't last long. I hadn't even got the chance to shake my head until she's headed for the bar. Why does this place even have it? I mean, how was this allowed? No one here is of age.
ENID'S.
I'm starting to regret this. I ask the bartender to surprise me, stupid decision.
I mean, I don't drink! I have never ever even had a sip of alcohol. Yet here I am, getting drunk for my confession to Wednesday Addams.
'You got this, Enid.' i prepare myself as I take my first ever sip. What the fuck. This is horrible. Why do people like this?! I keep complaining about the taste, and yet I finish the entire thing. Then, Bruno comes up to me.
"Hey.. Didn't know you drank." He smiles sheepishly, I just stare at him. "Listen, I'm sorry about Sophia. I feel really shit about not telling you." I roll my eyes and subconsciously order another drink. Not a part of the plan, by the way. I had intended to only drink one, besides I was already getting dizzy. "I don't care anymore, Bruno. It's in the past. Leave me alone." Surprisingly, I didn't slur my words. That to me meant, 'You aren't drunk yet, Enid. Keep drinking!' So, I did.
"I know, but still. I cheated on you." I gripped my glass, which I had already downed to half. "You better leave now, Bruno." I warn. "Enid--" That was when a hand on his shoulder appeared, gripping it quite hard. I whipped my head smiling, expecting Wednesday. When I looked though, it was just Ajax. Here we fucking go.
WEDNESDAY'S.
Staying far from Enid but still keeping an eye on her from afar is my way of safeguarding her but not getting myself involved in the preposterous measures she takes. I see her order a glass of an alcoholic beverage. Whiskey, I presume.
Then I see Bruno. That stupid, con wolf that dared deceive Enid to thinking she was the only one. What does he have to say? I can sense Enid's distress as she grips her second glass of whiskey. I am in distress with her as I fantasize about locking Bruno up in a basement far away from Jericho where he has no escape and no idea where he is so I can be free to torture him and have the power to decide his fate. I see Enid's attempts to dismiss Bruno, yet he doesn't budge. I decide to take matters into my own hands and stand up.
Until that good-for-nothing a Gorgon— Ajax, beats me to it.
"Hey man, why don't you leave her alone?" He tells Bruno. Bruno glares at Ajax, standing up from his seat beside Enid. "How about you stay out of our business, and go back to your stupid siren girlfriend." Ajax scoffs, "At least I didn't think of cheating on Enid when WE were together." Bruno cackles in return. "Oh yeah! And how did that turn out for you? Oh, right. She ghosted you and replaced you with me!" Oh, yikes.
Ajax grips Enid's arms which got me seeing red. "Leave us alone." I could see their true intentions. They just want to talk to Enid now that she's drinking and most likely drunk. As Bruno and Ajax's voices get louder, I hear Enid speaking to the bartender.
My attention is immediately redirected to Enid as I see her with yet another glass of whiskey. She's going to regret this tomorrow. I need to stop her before her body stops her before I do.
While the immature boys are STILL arguing, I gently call out to Enid to lead her away. Then the boys stop me. "Addams, where are you taking her?" One of them had the audacity to ask. "With me." I didn't let them utter another word as I am pulling Enid away from the bar and leading her to another room.
ENID'S.
My mind is getting a bit fuzzy, but I'm still conscious. I almost forgot my entire plan which is to talk to Wednesday, pretend I'm drunk, and confess. Except, I'm actually drunk. Ohhhh shit.
I barely get the chance to register that Wednesday is finally here and with me. She's leading me into a room. Oh look! Bianca and the others are here, too! Wednesday freezes, but Bianca asked us to join them. "No, Enid is not well. She's not sober and drunk out of her mind." Wednesday says. I sulk as I say, "Noooo, willa! I'm perfectly fine. Let's-- let's join 'em.." I tug on Wednesday's shirt.
NARRATOR'S.
Enid gives her famous 'puppy eyes' and to Wednesday, it's cuter than ever. She would have refused, she should have. But something in Enid's eyes and the fact that this is her first time seeing this version of Enid made her reluctantly agree.
Both of them have no idea what's going on, but the room is dark and the people are gathered around a circle. Wednesday thought it was a ritual, she got excited.
But it was not a ritual, they were just playing truth or dare. "Okay, let's start off with our newcomers, then!" Bianca stands up and stands close to Wednesday. "Starting off with our savior, Miss Addams, truth or dare?"
Wednesday backs away from Bianca, wondering what the hell she got herself into. "Truth is the safest option here." Wednesday says, the circle erupts in 'Boo's and 'Boring!'s. Wednesday could care less. "Playing safe, huh? Then, tell me, have you ever been in love?" Enid perks up at the question and looks at Wednesday. The people are silent, you could hear a pin drop from the silence anticipating Wednesday's answer. "Yes." The room goes insane, half of the people roaring and yelling. "Who?!" Someone from the crowd says." Enid is just looking at the ground. Maybe it's because she's dizzy as fuck right now, or maybe because she knows the answer is Tyler.
"You have already asked a question, I answered. Therefore, I owe you no answers." Wednesday calmly says. She scoots closer to Enid, placing a hand on her leg. Bianca gives her an 'Oh, I get it.' look. Bianca smirks as she scans the crowd, the rest of the people knowing what that means. All but Wednesday and Enid.
"Right.. So then, Enid." Enid suddenly whips her head up, still unaware of the arm wrapped around her. She thought it was Bianca so it confused her as to how Bianca was standing right in front of her and wrapping her arms around her shoulders at the same time. If Bianca was there, who was holding her?
Oh. Wednesday.
Enid blushes. Half because of the whiskey, half because of Wednesday. 'Dammit, wens! I can never act normal around you even if I wanted to.'
Bianca grins at Enid and asks, "Truth or dare, sweetheart?" Enid looks around to see that everyone is looking at her with a cheshire grin. "Truth." Not what Bianca wanted to hear. Bianca thinks of a way to get her to change her mind. A bit of foul play here, but it'll all be worth it. 'You will change your answer to dare when I ask you again and forget that you ever answered truth initially'
Wednesday's eyebrows furrow, but doesn't stop Bianca for some reason. "Enid, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
Snickers are heard all around as everyone waits for the dare prepared for Enid. "I dare you.... to play a game of 7 minutes in heaven," Wednesday looks puzzled. Enid looks nervous, she has a problem with small spaces like closets. "With Wednesday." A mix of gasps and cheers erupt as Enid and Wednesday make eye contact.
"You don't have t'." Enid whispers to Wednesday. "I know. This is more of a 7 minutes in hell rather than heaven." Wednesday says coldly, yet Enid smiled at her.
Wednesday looked at her coldly. Enid SMILED at her.
"Bianca.. We can’t—"
"Let's go, Enid" Oh wow, would you look at that! Love wins, again.
Before Enid could react, Wednesday pulls her in a room, a narrow one at that. "You have 7 minutes. Enjoy~" Bianca smirks at them.
First thing that happens is Enid plops down to the ground, startling Wednesday.
"Enid. Get up. It is extremely cramped in here, which would have thrilled me. But unfortunately, I am not alone."
Instead of hearing Enid follow her instructions, Wednesday hears soft, quiet whimpers. They're quiet, but loud enough that Wednesday bends down to consult her.
The thing is, Enid is claustrophobic. And this room is way too small for her liking. "W-wens.. I don.. I'm dizzy." She grips Wednesday's shirt with surprising strength.
"I mean, who told you to drink an innumerable amount of alcohol?" She says, but still holds Enid closely, protectively.
Enid starts to sweat. Not because of the heat in the closet, but because of her claustrophobia. Or maybe it was because of their proximity.. You know what? I don't know.
Enid thinks, You know what, forget this claustrophobia. I have to confess before I become sober. "Wennss... Look at me.." And so she does. Wednesday gives her that look that only Enid sees. That look that's reserved only for Enid. "What is it, Sinclair?"
'Here goes my dignity' Enid thinks. Wednesday is just worried as hell about Enid. She does not look well. She is definitely a lightweight given that it's her first time drinking.
Wednesday is quiet, as always. Waiting for Enid to speak.
"You’re beautiful, willa." Whaaaattttt?!
Wednesday looks puzzled, she IS puzzled. Very much so.
”What did you just say, Sinclair?” Enid gives a smile. It’s mixed with fear but overshadowed by the pure love in her eyes.
To Wednesday, if she had a heart, it’d be beating uncontrollably right now.
”You just.. You look amazing. You are amazing. And I am so, so happy to be your bestfriend. One sided or not.” Wednesday gives her an amused look. “Where is this about to go, Enid?” Enid sighs. She takes about 15 seconds to compose herself until she lifts her eyes to meet Wednesday’s.
It really is beautiful, Wednesday’s eyes. Enid feels like the luckiest woman alive to be able to look at her eyes. Enid holds Wednesday’s hand before hesitatingly moving it up to her face. Wednesday unknowingly shuts her eyes, anticipating something. She gulps, the entire situation is causing her to sober up. Even after 3 glasses of whiskey, she sobers up faster than you usually would. And it’s all thanks to Wednesday.
Enid removes her hand from Wednesday’s face, shaking her head. “No.. what am I thinking?” She laughs at herself. “I’m drunk out of my mind. I’m not thinking propely.” Wednesday opens her eyes again, wondering why the thing she was waiting for didn’t come?
”I’m sorry, wens. I didn’t even ask for your consent before I decided to gobble your face up.” Enid giggles at herself. “It’s just that now that im drunk, its getting real hard to ignore your face. Your beautiful face that I want to kiss all over. Dammit.” Enid covers her face.
”I’m a mess, wens. I don’t know why I feel like this. I just want you, so bad. But you already have that guy Tyler— a-and Xavier! Who am I to compete with ‘em..? I’m just a stupid wolf. We’re just roommates.” Enid rambles. She was about to continue when—
“Enid. Shut up” Wednesday covers Enid’s mouth with her hand. Enid takes her hand and places it on her cheek and snuggles with it. “Hm?” It seems as though Enid is in fact, NOT SOBER. The alcohol apparently came back after Enid’s ramble.
”I’m saying I’m stupid for thinking I have a chance with you, trying to force myself onto yo—“ The next thing Enid knows, Wednesday’s hand that was on her cheek had pinned her own hand into the wall. “Hey, what?” Enid furrows her eyebrows. “You talk too much.” Wednesday says before gently placing her lips on hers. If she could describe it, it wasn’t like fireworks and butterflies. It was like being electrocuted BY the fireworks and getting your guts eaten by the butterflies. And Wednesday couldn’t get enough.
It wasn’t at all like Tyler and her’s kiss which felt gross and boring.
Enid doesn’t last more than 10 seconds before gasping for air. “Sorry.. I’m.. I’m scared of small spaces. I really want to kiss you but I want out.” Now Wednesday understands.
”Okay. Okay, Enid. Hang on, okay?” Wednesday stands up, trying to open the door only to see it’s locked. “2 more minutes, Addams!” Bianca yells from outside and you could hear giggles coming from outside too.
Wednesday looks at Enid to see if she could handle 2 more minutes. Enid having her face down, head rested on her knees tell her that 2 minutes is too much.
It takes Wednesday only half her strength to break the door open. Enid sighs at the fresh air, the light, and the space.
Wednesday doesn’t let Enid get up as she carries her into a bridal-carry. Bianca grins at the two. “We’re going home.” Is all Wednesday says before sprinting out the room.
—
The first thing Enid does as they walk out the venue is throw up. Wednesday doesn’t complain, just helps get everything out of her system. “Thanks.” Enid says, clearly embarrassed.
As they reach their dorm, Wednesday lays her on her bed. She actually STEPPED into her side of the room, just to take care of her. “You can go now, Wednesday.”
“No.” Enid looks at her with a puzzled expression. “We will talk about what happened in that closet.” Right. Well, the whiskey exited her system and she is halfway sober. Enid is fucked.
”C-can we do that another day?” She says, trying hard to save herself. “Afraid not, Enid.” Wednesday sat beside her, giving her no escape. Enid looks at Thing for help, but Wednesday looks at Thing to shoo him away. Thing listened to Wednesday, signing ‘Sorry!’ to Enid.
”So, what was that?” Wednesday gets closer to Enid. “Uhh.. So you see…. I was drunk. I didn’t— you know.. haha. Actually, you know what? My head hurts. I should get some rest!” Still trying to escape.
Wednesday is no fool. She knows what Enid is trying to do. But Wednesday is not one to give up. She WILL get the words she wants to hear out of Enid. “Tell me, Enid.”
I am so, mega fucked. Enid thinks to herself. She desperately wishes she was back at the bar.
”I love you, Wednesday. Like, romantically.” She blurts out, not making eye contact with the girl with braids. “I want you so bad. I dated two guys to distract myself from you. My mind won’t shut up about you so I did.. this.” She says, gesturing kissing with her hands. “I just needed to get it out there because I know you and Tyler like each other and I’m just your roommate.
“I drank so I could have the courage. I was only supposed to get tipsy but I got more drunk than I expected.” Enid is fidgeting now, Wednesday notices. Wednesday takes Enid’s hands into hers.
”You idiot.” Is all Wednesday says before planting yet another kiss on Enid’s lips. This time, both of them are savoring each other. Nothing in the world is going to stop them. And hopefully, Agnes isn’t stalking them right now. But they doubt it, Agnes has changed.
Wednesday sighs when they pull apart but goes in for more. Enid still has alcohol-breath which Wednesday hates, but doesn’t min as long as she stays kissing Enid. They are now impossibly close together, Wednesday’s hand on Enid’s waist and Enid’s on Wednesday’s neck.
After a long moment of making out, they finally pull apart.
”Does that mean you like me back? Or you just wanted me to shut up?” Enid teases.
”Both.” Wednesday replies with a straight face, but still smiles a bit. Enid falls in love just a little bit harder. Enid had always loved seeing her dimples, which was rarely shown.
”I got you to show me your dimples!” Enid exclaimed. “Congratulations, cara mia.”
“Enid. What I feel about you is the same as how I felt when I released dozens of flesh-eating fish into a swimming pool filled with my brother’s bullies.” Enid laughs. “You aren’t really good at confessions, willa. But i’ll take it. I love you.”
”I may not have the capabilities to express my romantic feelings for you into words, but would actions be enough?” Wednesday asks genuinely which earns her a soft laugh from Enid.
”You liking me back is more than enough. I know you don’t like physical touch.” Enid smiles. “With others. Not with you. I don’t let anyone other than you touch me, not even my family.”
Wednesday proves herself with gently pushing Enid into her bed and getting on top of her to kiss her more.
“Does that mean we’re together now?” Enid pulls Wednesday away from her to ask. “I’ll ask you properly tomorrow, when you feel better. May I get back to kissing you?”
Enid grins at her, this being the happiest she’s ever felt. Wednesday was her pack. And all she ever needed. And thankfully, same goes for Wednesday. That 7 minutes in heaven turned into ‘way more than 7 minutes in heaven’. Heaven was right here, not in a stupid closet.
— END.