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It was years later, on a random November weekend.
Enid had organized a reunion with all the Nevermore people — directly at the school, since the current students were away on a weekend trip with all the teachers.
A horrific event Wednesday was, unfortunately, forced to attend.
Tyler came back to Jericho with her to see his dad — he wasn’t invited, obviously, since he’d never been a Nevermore kid.
So they drove to Jericho under a light rain and a gray sky.
At least the weather was nice.
They finally got to his dad’s house where — the absolute horror — they’d be staying for the weekend.
She should have pretended to have some kind of disease, but that would’ve been far too embarrassing to pull off.
Anyway, he parked the car, and they (well, mostly he) carried all the luggage upstairs while his dad and Wednesday exchanged dry, polite remarks.
He decided it was just their “love language” and moved on.
He had other things to stress about.
He went back downstairs, and by then she had to change for this stupid reunion so he could drive her there.
“Try to have fun,” he said with a grin as she stepped out of the car.
She looked back at him with a distinct amount of disgust.
He laughed and blew her a kiss.
She dodged it.
Enid parked her car at that exact moment.
“OMG WENS I’ve missed you!” she shouted from her car before running — all jumpy — toward her.
“Enid, it’s been a week since we last spoke,” Wednesday replied deadpan.
“Well, that’s a lot,” Enid said seriously before dragging her straight into hell.
The ballroom was decorated with so many colors she could’ve died right there.
A thousand people came to talk to them — she didn’t even remember half of them.
But she was pleased to see they were all still scared of her.
She stayed for at least an hour, wanting to combust and disappear from this place, with Enid barely leaving her side.
Then she finally got rid of Enid and found Eugene — and actually enjoyed seeing him.
They talked for half an hour until Enid burst back into the conversation and ruined it all by talking about her new horse training hobby.
A new kind of torture Wednesday hadn’t yet experienced.
As the night went on, Enid seemed more and more stressed — probably the weight of organizing such a large and boring reunion.
She kept checking her phone, which wasn’t that weird, but doing it while biting her nails definitely was.
Wednesday tried to leave past midnight, but she needed a car. Enid refused to drive her, and Tyler was probably asleep by now.
It was almost one in the morning when:
“Wens, we should go see if our dorm changed since last time!” Enid said, way too excited about that.
She sighed — the party was so boring that maybe this was actually Enid’s best idea of the night.
“Fine,” she said. At least they’d be leaving this place full of people and unwanted noise.
They went upstairs — it was nearly 1 a.m.
Enid opened the door, and they stepped inside.
And… nothing had changed.
She frowned — absolutely nothing had changed.
“So straaange, what is going on?” Enid said, widening her eyes with a huge grin.
Wednesday was deeply ashamed to realize she was completely lost right now.
That’s when something moved on the balcony, and Enid shouted — still with that huge smile:
“OMG, there’s something on the balcony!”
The scene felt familiar somehow.
What was she missing that seemed so obvious to Enid?
She turned her head — and that’s when Tyler and… Lucas burst in.
This had definitely happened before.
She turned to Enid — who was gone.
She turned back to Lucas and Tyler — except now, it was just Tyler.
“Remember last time I climbed up this balcony? Before you forbade me to ever do that again?” he asked, looking thoughtful as he smiled and walked closer.
“Yes. You were completely drunk and decided to propose to me,” she replied flatly.
“Well, now I’m sober. Promise,” he said, smiling.
She stared at him silently.
He kneeled down on one knee.
“Oh wait — no, actually, you deserve both knees,” he said very seriously.
Then he dropped onto both knees and took both her hands.
“You fool…” was all she managed to say — not much, but a lot for her.
She blinked twice — a clear sign of a huge emotional event.
“Apologies: fool in love. Now, sorry to stress you out, darling, but I have to do the big emotional speech,” he said, still smiling, though his eyes were getting glossy.
She stayed still, looking down at him.
He cleared his throat and started:
“Five years ago, exactly at the same hour, I was doing the same thing, in the same room — except I was drunk. Well, now I’m not. And nothing has changed in five years. I said we’d see how it goes in the future — well, guess what? The future is now. It could’ve been later, I know, but that’s just too much time to wait for me.”
He stopped to clear his throat again, his eyes glossier by the second.
The weird thing was — her eyes were too.
“So now that we’re both legally old enough and both sober… Wednesday Addams, will you marry me?” he asked, trying not to cry and turn the room into a pool.
Well. This was… very overwhelming.
And unsettling.
Basically, it was Tyler.
She looked at him and… nodded.
(Which might sound stupid, but let’s not forget we’re talking about Wednesday Addams.)
He stood up, smiling so wide it would probably hurt later — and yet he was crying.
Which didn’t make much sense, but she was used to him crying over approximately everything that happened every second of every day.
He hugged her — and she did something completely unprecedented: she hugged back.
He lifted her up and kissed her cheek repeatedly.
She would’ve been so annoyed and made some bittersweet comment if there hadn’t been a knot in her throat stopping her from speaking.
That felt like self-sabotage.
He finally put her down, wiped his cheeks, and pulled a ring from his jacket pocket.
A silver ring with a black diamond.
He had found the most Wednesday ring possible.
(Which, coincidentally, was also the most expensive one — but who even cares.)
(His dad. His dad would definitely make a comment about that.)
He slid it onto her finger, still sniffling — like the fool in love he definitely was.
She examined the ring — and was annoyed to actually like it.
She looked up at him.
He leaned in to kiss her.
“Thank you for existing,” he muttered before their lips met.
She smiled a little — shocking — and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
He deepened the kiss, his hands around her waist again, lifting her up — an annoying habit he seemed determined to keep.
“Your dad is going to hate me even more,” she said, still smiling slightly — against her own will.
“And your parents are going to love me even more,” he replied, smiling wider.
The second he set her back down, Enid burst into the room, crying harder than ever, followed by Lucas.
She threw herself at them, hugging them both while sobbing loudly.
That was confusing.
Lucas looked emotional too, but something held back his tears.
Probably his « masculinity », Wednesday thought.
He hugged Tyler, congratulating him, while Enid refused to let go of Wednesday.
At least now everything made sense — the identical dorm room, the date of the reunion.
Lucas was only here to make the night feel exactly the same.
And also because Tyler was his best friend.
Tyler thanked them both for their roles in all this, while Enid cried like she’d just won an Oscar.
Then they all sat on the floor, kind of exhausted, listening to Enid talk about her “super important role” in the plan.
She was actually kind of cute, so Tyler discreetly shook his head at Wednesday when she looked seconds away from throwing Enid out the window out of boredom.
And really — nothing had changed in five years.
They were all still exactly the same as they’d been back then:
The overreacting pink girl,
The original inventor of The Plan of The Year,
The fool in love,
And the goth girl — also, absolutely, in love.