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“Wednesday! C’mon, please? you literally HAVE to go! It’s gonna be the best party ever!” the short-haired blonde with pink and blue highlights at the ends of her hair exclaimed with a pitch that was far too high and cheery for a rather peaceful Thursday night.
Her blue eyes clearly glistened with a sparkling light, silently displaying a strong desire to convince the ever-so stoic, macabre and pale girl with her typical long and dark braided pigtails hanging freely on her shoulders, that sat right in front of her and her desk.
She was determined to bring the Addams girl along.
For someone who always held a deadpanned expression on her face, Wednesday somehow looked much more unamused than ever. Maybe, it was because Enid had interrupted Wednesday’s daily routine of writing for the 2nd time that week for something she truthfully could not care less about. Maybe, it was because of the fact that their dorm room was once again, filled with an endless series of loud babbles from her overexcited part-werewolf, part-teenager roommate (though in reality, she actually didn’t mind because it was Enid Sinclair, after all), which was contrary to the cold, silent environment she relished in whenever she took the time to continue working on her gothic mystery novel, ‘Viper de la Muerte.’
Or maybe, it was the fact that Enid had been relentlessly going on and on about the weekend party, hosted none other by the popular dark-skinned siren, Bianca Barclay, for a good 10 minutes (in which Wednesday thought was far too long to be begging a malevolent, unimpressed sadist like herself to come along to a party that she so clearly showed no interest in)
“Hey don’t give me that look, Wends! I know parties aren’t your thing or whatever but this could be fun y’know! Like, after all the hell we’ve been through with our finals and not to mention, the entire supernatural mystery shit that went down with Crackstone and the Hyde battle.. I mean, don’t you think we deserve to finally have some fun? And this party’s going to be exactly just that!” Enid gushed on eagerly, a smile plastering over the wolf as she clasped her hands in front of her while bouncing on her feet, patiently waiting beside her roommate’s desk like a kid in hopes that she’d respond.
“While I share the same sentiment that yes, we do deserve to have some ‘fun’ as you said, I can’t exactly picture how going to a party, amongst all activities we could be partaking in, constitutes as fun,” Wednesday finally replied with a sigh, tearing her eyes away from her typewriter and glancing at Enid at last.
Their eyes met, and Wednesday swore that she saw Enid’s pupils dilate with a not-so-subtle sparkle to them. With Enid gazing at her with the most loving and endearing look ever that practically screamed “Please just come with me,” Wednesday’s heart fluttered. For a moment, she could envision herself conceding to all of the werewolf’s requests in a heartbeat.
If only she knew that Wednesday would give everything to the werewolf just to keep her the way she is: gentle, sunny and oh-so caring.
Before Enid could reply, Wednesday looked away and quickly added on, “Most certainly, conducting scientific experiments and performing lobotomies on serial killers, searching for and embalming wonderful dead arachnids like the Latrodectus mactans for display, or even taking a walk through Nevermore’s cemetery at exactly 3AM are the most ideal types of activities one would find joy and fun in.”
“What…? Wends, literally nobody except you enjoy those,” Enid countered, her smile dropping and turning into a frown just by the mere thought of Wednesday bringing a preserved spider into their dorm for showcase. Guh… those hairy things couldn’t have been freakier.
“Uhm.. anyways! I know this isn’t your cup of tea but please just tag along? It’d be so much better to have you there, Wends. Heck, anything's better as long as you’re there! Please?” The young werewolf took the pale hands with black-coloured fingernails into her own, pleading the goth with her doe eyes that was (very obviously) stressed to look so gentle yet desperate to make Wednesday feel an ounce of shame if she were to consider saying no. What made matters worse was when Enid blinked several times in an attempt to appear as though she was about to cry, her eyes reflecting a shiny surface with tears threatening to fall out from her tear ducts.
To her credit, it was actually working.
The goth swiftly rose from her wooden chair while holding eye contact with the werewolf with a slight hint of adoration. Surprisingly, she hadn’t pulled her hands away from Enid. After all, Wednesday had grown accustomed to the physical contact between the two, which at times, had such an effect on her that she’d miss the feeling of her best friend’s touch the millisecond they were separated.
Of course, she’d never admit that to anyone, not even herself.
She looked at their hands, colorful nails of the hues of a rainbow and the epitome of darkness itself both intertwined. Like two opposite worlds colliding into one. She carefully thought about the offer she was given. If Wednesday was going to attend it, she certainly wanted it to come with a few other perks other than her best friend’s presence (because she knew that with how popular Enid was, she’d surely get pulled away by others sooner or later, and Wednesday would be able to do nothing but watch her best friend fade away into her circle of friends)
'Perhaps I could find an advantage to this party'
And so, after a couple of silent seconds, Wednesday looked back up at Enid who had a small smile tugging at her lips despite the forlorn look in her eyes. Undoubtedly, Wednesday’s stone-cold heart had wavered at the sight, and she sighed softly.
“Alright, Enid. I’ll go to this abomination you’ve invited me to-“
“OH MY GOD? Really?! I knew you’d come aro-“
“However, if I hear any unbearable and revolting songs that sound even an iota similar to the horrendous music you listen to outloud, I will be destroying each and every single speaker before I leave,” Wednesday emphasised, her gaze piercing with every word to make sure Enid truly understood the ramifications.
Clearly, it didn’t work because Enid had joyfully wrapped her arms around the smaller goth’s shoulders and brought her in for a tight embrace.
‘...Seems like it went in one ear and came out the other,’ Wednesday thought.
Or maybe, Enid knew her too well that whatever threats that fell out of the Addams mouth were nothing but empty.
Wednesday stood still but made a conscious attempt to slowly embrace her back. With Enid being the taller one among the two, the goth could only hug the werewolf’s torso, though her arms were as stiff as a board. The hug was brief, but it was unspoken that both girls had experienced the lovely feeling of butterflies (or more appropriately for the psychic, spiders) crawling in their stomachs.
As they slowly pulled away, Wednesday once again, found herself missing Enid’s touch sooner than expected. Oh how she would do anything just to be close to her again.
Enid gave the goth a playful wink as they stood next to each other before speaking, “Okay Wends, I’ll let you go back to writing! I’ll text Bianca that we’re both coming. This Saturday, okay?”
Wednesday was barely given a chance to reply and end their conversation, seeing as the night was already late and her writing time had in fact passed, when Enid continued, “Ooh, should we coordinate our outfits? That’d be so cute, right? We could even-”
“Enid, as much as I wouldn’t mind having my ears bleed from your endless chattering.. could you please spare me the details for now?” The goth asked with a flat albeit gentle tone, doing her best to sound as kind as she could so as to not accidentally offend the werewolf, who was clearly still energetic as ever, despite the clock handle already reaching midnight.
“Oh yeah sure, gotcha Wends! I’ll head to bed first, okay?” Enid flashed her a smile before wrapping herself under the blankets of her bed.
“Terrible night to you, Enid”
“Goodnight to you too, Wends! I’ll have nightmares of you since that’s what you prefer.”
The goth glimpsed at the blonde before looking away, her lips tilted upwards slightly. She knew the werewolf meant what she said.
The next day, Wednesday made various attempts to research what she should be expecting at the party.
Truth be told, Wednesday Friday Addams was knowledgeable in almost everything as evident by how well-versed she was in forensic science (which she utilised along with her psychic vision to assist her in solving the Nevermore murders, especially since every single adult around her had only proven they were too inefficient and incompetent at solving it themselves)
Wednesday Addams had an extensive knowledge on esoteric and obscure topics, like a detailed understanding of poisonous plants and Alchemy, both of which she had practiced numerous times hands-on in the dedicated labs deep in the Addams Mansion back in New Jersey (while the girl had a high tolerance and resistance to pain, poison and harmful potions, she felt thoroughly thrilled from all the times she was scathed during her experiments)
Wednesday Addams was also proficient in other languages like Spanish, German, Latin and Italian, which made it difficult for her to let any snarky comments made about her pass by without wittily replying back. Of course, she was never bothered by it, but she found immense pleasure in seeing their faces pale as though their souls had been sucked, as the wave of realisation hits– that Wednesday could actually understand them.
But if there was anything that Wednesday Addams had almost no clue about, it would definitely be social niceties, something that many of her peers pointed out she lacked a clear understanding of.
And so, here she was on a Friday at Nevermore’s library, briskly skimming through the pages of one of the several, thick books that laid on the desk. Her goal was simple: find a book that deliberately explained the occurrences during a party hosted (and attended) by adolescents. However, as she was an Addams after all, she did have an underlying motive with her research— Interlocking lips with the girl who was the embodiment of sunshine itself.
Now, Wednesday could remember the moment she came to accept the revelation. She had always denied it for the longest time (and maybe some part of her still does) when she first found out that she had fallen victim to the Addams Family curse— being in love.
The goth feared little to none and had a distinguished taste for the morbid and gruesome. But of all the possible things that could scare the stoic goth who constantly showed no expression on her face and spoke confidently with a monotonous voice, it was the sheer discovery that she was in love which shook her to her core.
The idea of love made her sick, both figuratively and literally, that she’d even started to attract the symptoms that came with it— willingly wanting to listen to never-ending rants, craving for touch, desiring attention, tolerating (and even slightly liking) colours that weren't dull, hunting rabbits down just to freshly cook a meal for her beloved… and the list goes on.
Well, perhaps this wasn’t just your typical ‘being in love’ symptoms since the list certainly gets so much more werewolf-roommate specific.
But being in love meant being vulnerable and true to not only herself, but Enid too. Would she become as nauseatingly affectionate and touch-obsessed as both her parents were? And if Enid were to even somehow return those feelings back, could the emotionally-reserved psychic even trust herself with the feelings of a girl who carries so much kindness, love and selflessness within her wherever she goes? Should she even be allowed to feel this way for her closest friend, knowing it might destroy their friendship once and for all if Enid was aware of Wednesday’s feelings?
All these thoughts ran through her mind for several weeks until that night.
Wednesday was seconds close from getting mauled by the Ferocious Hyde, Tyler Galpin. Her eyes shut tightly, entire body struggling to free herself from the hands which harshly squeezed her slender neck against the tree bark as she kicked her feet with all her might… a futile attempt to escape his strong hold. The Hyde bared his teeth and held back an entire arm, getting ready to slash the entirety of Wednesday’s face with just a quick move. Wednesday was sure this would be the end for her. Dying to a pathetic traitor of a boy controlled by his master was definitely not the way she anticipated to go out. So truthfully, she was furious that he’d disrupted her life-long plans; she’d rather die in the hands of a certain bubbly blonde. Well, nothing she can do now, can she?
Just as he prepared his attack, a dirty-blonde figure launched itself onto the Hyde with power until they rolled several times through the dark-illuminated forest. Wednesday, who was released from his hold unexpectedly, ran a few steps to find the Hyde laying on the grass motionless with the figure hovering over him. It then tilted its head slowly followed by its body, ultimately revealing its identity to the goth
“Enid..?” Wednesday whispered almost inaudibly.
Her roommate had not only transformed into a werewolf, but there was actual dominance and aggressiveness that lingered around her compared to her usual human form that often could not stand up for herself. If it wasn’t for the gravity of the situation, Wednesday could’ve seen herself slipping out a small laughter at the werewolf that sat in front of her on all fours with a bushy, light pinkish-blue fur that rested on top of her head. Nonetheless, she was terrifically amused, impressed and awed by the new form her friend had taken. Enid was strong and brave— it was beyond magnificent.
Before Wednesday could admire any further, the Hyde rose. She warned the werewolf of the incoming presence. He had barely clawed Enid’s back before she flung herself away to avoid his sharp nails. As Enid took the time to compose herself, he speedily charged himself at her, with Enid responding just as quickly by doing the same. It was a battle of the toughest— and Wednesday knew that the werewolf would win. She gave her one last glance before running off into the woods to get help.
The battle with the Hyde didn’t last long as Enid had overpowered him after Sheriff Galpin shot his son. After which, she left the scene once the police had arrived. The werewolf soon transitioned back to her teenager form right after making extra sure that there was no more threats surrounding her nor anyone else. With her dirty pink robe laying on the floor, Enid wore and grasped it tightly with her shaking hands as blood trickled down the top of her forehead. She had so many scratches and bruises around her; her robe was damped with blood while her hair had leaves and stems sticking out. But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered.
She needed to know how Wednesday was.
The last time she’d seen the girl, she was filled with fury from the sight of the Hyde suffocating the goth. Her memory went hazy after that as the strong desire to protect her best friend overpowered every other sense. Now, all that took precedence was making sure that the Addams girl wasn’t badly harmed.
Enid took small, unbalanced steps as she walked on the uneven terrain of the forest over to the gates of Nevermore where a large body of students had gathered. Upon seeing her, they all slowly froze, except Ajax who ran towards her and held an arm around her shoulder to balance the trembling girl. With every step they took through the crowd who exchanged silent yet concerning glances, Enid grew increasingly worried.
‘Where’s Wednesday?’
She looked around and scanned every student she saw, hoping that she’d find the face she so clearly loved seeing whenever she woke up everyday, but to no avail.
‘Wednesday isn’t here…’
‘Why isn’t she here?’
‘What happened to her?’
Before Enid could spiral any further, she spotted a small black figure standing at the Nevermore gate accompanied by Bianca and Eugene, who looked awfully calm considering everyone had almost been wiped out from the face of Earth.
As she made her way closer, Enid finally recognised her.
And she ran to Wednesday like her life depended on it, giving her the tightest embrace as though there was no tomorrow.
Pulling away after what felt like eternity, Enid felt tears seeping out of her eyes as her best friend (who too, had looked like a mess) scanned the recently-bloomed werewolf’s face.
And without wasting another second, Wednesday Addams, the girl who had always despised even the slightest touch, willingly wrapped her arms around Enid Sinclair and brought her to a much longer, more emotional hug. With both girls rocking back and forth as they embraced each other so firmly, it felt as though the world around them came to a halt.
Enid was safe in her arms, and that was all it took for Wednesday to realise she wanted nothing more than her best friend to be shielded from the cruel world.
She’d make sure of that.
And from there on, while Wednesday still held the belief that being in love with her best friend had its disadvantages, she no longer dismissed the feeling. For the first time since her pet Nero had passed, Wednesday allowed herself to feel for somebody that wasn’t her family.
It was truly a terrifyingly beautiful feeling.
Wednesday was snapped out of her thoughts when a fellow appendage with multiple stitches had slammed a suspicious, glittering red book on the table “Here, this looks helpful!”
It read, ‘Parties for Dummies: Everything you need to know to let loose’
There was a brief moment of silence before Wednesday spoke with a displeased voice, “..Seriously, Thing?”
For a disembodied hand that had no means of conveying emotions audibly, it sure was obvious that he was being noticeably cheeky when he handed her the book.
“It’s relevant to the 21st century. The others you’ve picked are a bit... outdated,” Thing reasoned out as he pointed to the books that were spread across the table, all of which included social etiquettes from the 1940s and no sign of actual guidelines of a party.
“Seriously, no teenage party has any rules except going batshit insane,” Thing signed aggressively, dropping himself dramatically on the desk.
“..I suppose I should give it a shot,” Wednesday conceded with a sigh, opening the pages and carefully analysing every page.
This went on for about half an hour before she decided that she’d read enough.
“Well, that was horrifying,” Wednesday uttered bluntly, her eyes slightly twitching as she glanced over to Thing.
“... But it seems that this tribal adolescence cliche would be feasible enough for a day. It’s imperative to experience some teenage-craze at least once before my demise.”
“That’s the spirit! Now, did you see page 78?” Thing made his way to the book that rested on the goth’s hands before pointing his index towards it.
“Yes, Thing. I did. It may come as a shock to you but I have eyes, unlike-”
“You know what I mean!”
“Fine. What’s so special about it? It’s full of absurd party games that only hooligans would play,” she commented as her fingers glided across the aforementioned page, furrowing her eyebrows slightly.
The appendage tapped his fingers back and forth, impatient from how Wednesday seemed to not have realised the significance behind the page.
“Spin the bottle and seven minutes in heaven. Look at those,” he gestured, running his index along the lines of the paragraph to aid the goth.
“I see.. and I’m assuming you think this would be valuable in carrying out my plans involving Enid?” The goth questioned, raising one eyebrow. Everything clicked in an instant.
“Yes! I’ll help with spinning the bottle and-“
“All I’d have to do is sit across from Enid and you’d make it land on us." She finished his sentence, rather impressed by the idea.
“Exactly!” Thing was now jumping excitedly on Wednesday’s arm, not caring that he’d probably be pushed away very soon.
Rolling her eyes, Wednesday gave an approving nod before muttering, “Thank you for your help, Thing. I take it that you’re just as delighted about this as I am.”
He danced around foolishly, conveying his excitement about the fact that Wednesday would finally be kissing the girl she was so hopelessly devoted to. It only took one teasing comment about how absolutely whipped she was for the werewolf before she spewed a threat, warning him that his fingers would be cut off excruciatingly slowly if he kept the behaviour up.
Both of them walked out of the library after spending a great amount of time inside. Wednesday felt a large boost to her confidence now that she’d gotten the relevant information and assistance from both Thing and the (surprisingly helpful) book. More than anything, she was filled with a tenacious drive to ensure she’d enact her plans smoothly.
What was an Addams, if not committed?
It was now Saturday, the time reading a quarter past 8PM.
Enid was nowhere near ready, which was concerning enough considering how the werewolf would always take an agonising amount of time to get past choosing an outfit, let alone finishing her makeup.
Between the two girls, it was clear only the goth was fully ready with her long-sleeved, buttoned-up white blouse enclosed by the black cardigan she wore; her black leggings perfectly complemented her black ankled boots while her typical braided braids rested elegantly on her shoulder.
Enid would be lying if she said that part of the reason she hadn’t gotten ready was because she was too busy worshipping the drop-dead gorgeous goth, even though said goth had literally been glaring at her for her tardiness.
‘She’s way too pretty… it should be a crime to look that good, right?’ was a recurring thought that stayed in her mind. Enid wasn’t allowed to admire for long with Wednesday’s impatience though.
Wednesday shot the blonde another death stare, fingers massaging her temples with exasperation. Enid was currently trying on a variety of tops that were an eyesore to the goth, flaunting herself each time she was done in hopes of getting validation from her. While Wednesday secretly loved the little fashion show she was receiving, she also wanted to be punctual to the party-- to enact her entire ploy.
“Yes, Enid. It looks fine.”
“Fine?! Fine isn’t enough, Wends! I have to look perfect,” she cried out.
This went one for half an hour before Wednesday decided that she had reached her limit at the werewolf’s indecisiveness, hesitantly stepping into Enid’s colorful side of the dorm to choose an outfit among the plentiful clothes that spread disorderly on her bed.
“Try this one. I think it would pair… pleasantly with your jeans. It’s striking enough even with its simplicity.”
“Oh my god, you’re SO right! Let me try it on!” Enid rushed off back into the closet before stepping out several seconds after, hurriedly standing in front of Wednesday to get her best friend’s inputs.
“Is this okay, Wends?”
For some odd reason, Wednesday couldn’t take her eyes off the girl, meticulously studying her up and down. Enid wore a sweater with the colour combination of pink, orange and magenta, all of which followed a pattern of alternating stripes across her sweater. She’d seen the blonde in this sweater a few times, but she never processed it until now. To her, Enid looked like the most exceptionally attractive girl she’d ever lay her eyes upon. While it didn’t explicitly show, cold blood was rushing up to her cheeks from the ravishing sight. She was (for the lack of better words) internally losing her shit.
‘Oh Lucifer, take me now’
Wednesday cleared her throat before darting her eyes away, walking back to her side of the dorm to compose herself.
“It’s more than just adequate. You look immaculate… as usual. I assure you, it’s nothing you should be concerned about, Enid,” Wednesday remarked, gently whispering the lines ‘as usual’ almost soundlessly. She wasn’t about to show Enid how affected she’d been deep down. It was ridiculous how much this girl had Wednesday in a chokehold— everything about the blonde that once seemed ordinary to her gradually became extraordinary along the way.
“Oh.. Thanks, Wends! That’s actually really sweet. I didn’t expect that from you.”
Wednesday turned to face her once again, slightly offended from the fact that Enid insinuated she was incapable of giving compliments (which she was, if it wasn’t for the blonde)
However, as she scanned the werewolf’s features, she saw a sheepish smile plastered across her rosy cheeks that was too apparent to not go unnoticed. While she knew the girl had already applied some makeup, she didn’t recall seeing her put on an excessive amount of blush.
‘That’s odd. I watched her throughout the entire process though. Unless…” as Wednesday trailed off, a realisation struck her.
‘Oh'
'...She’s blushing?'
The sight of the flustered werewolf avoiding eye contact was adorable. Wednesday wouldn’t mind a picture of it largely framed in their dorm if it meant that she could admire it eternally. She also wouldn’t mind neglecting her precious writing time to stare at said portrait of the captivating blonde and have it imprinted in her mind.
‘How annoying. Thing was right— it seems that I can’t stop thinking about you after all’
The intimate quietness between them was broken when Enid had blurted out something along the lines of adding some final touches to her makeup. Wednesday silently observed as she scrambled to enhance the look of her eyelashes with her eyelash curler before applying a ‘cherry crush’ lip gloss shade on her lips, her hands clearly fumbling. Enid gave herself one last peek at her heart-shaped mirror as she caressed her cheeks, finally feeling satisfied with her appearance.
“I’m done, Wends! We can head out now!” Enid beamed with joy as she skipped towards Wednesday, shyly extending her arm to get the goth to lock arms with her. Wednesday could vaguely hear Enid’s heart palpitate despite the collected front she put up, but brushed it off as her being nervous to finally attend a party after so long. Surely that had to be it.
Wednesday accepted the gesture without protest as the blonde skipped happily with a grin, dragging the rigid goth along with her. Just as they were about to exit the door, Thing, who had been watching the girls from the corner of their dorm, crept up onto Wednesday’s right shoulder. The sudden appearance of the appendage made Enid slightly jump in surprise.
“No way. Thing’s coming along too?! This is gonna be so awesome!” With Thing now present, Enid felt ecstatic knowing her two favourite people (could Thing technically be considered a person?) would be tagging along.
Wednesday simply nodded as they made their way to Binaca’s dorm— their arms still firmly locked together. Enid had rambled all sorts of guff to Thing, who matched her enthusiasm with his movements. The way the werewolf never seemed to run out of energy talking about such trivial topics was baffling, but she’d gotten used to it. In fact, she relished seeing the blonde so content and untroubled. Only Enid Sinclair could stir these feelings in the Addams girl.
The party was filled with liveliness, and that was only summarising it. Amongst the adequately large space, a big crowd of outcasts danced around half-wittedly like airheads as the speakers blasted upbeat, pop rock songs such as ‘Sk8er Boi’ by Avril Lavigne and ‘Talking In Your Sleep’ by The Romantics. The playlist was well received by everyone as the crowd roared the lyrics out even though many of them were painfully out of tune; the music that thrummed through their bodies clearly revving each and every single present soul there. There was also a small group that hadn’t involved themselves in the dancing but instead ate the snacks that sat above a long, rectangular table— chips, pizzas, cupcakes, sliders and a lot more. While fruit punch was also dispensed, some had brought along different sodas to mix together as a challenge to create the best drink in the party.
Let’s just say that they had to make a trip to the bathroom to throw up their vile atrocity.
But it didn’t stop there. Bright fairy lights had strung across the walls of the dorm, ensuring every area was fully lit up with colour– not to the point of blindness, but also not to the point of being unable to see. On certain sections of the walls, there were decorations like balloons, shimmering backdrops and a gigantic banner that read, “Free from Finals!!!” Amidst the chaos, the decorations had really stood out. They were beyond beautiful.
That was what Enid thought because needless to say, Wednesday had a very different perception of the layout.
“This party looks disgusting, Enid. Quite frankly, I don’t understand how I’m supposed to survive for the upcoming hours,” Wednesday breathed out sounding horrified, her candidness slipping out unintentionally as the goth was just too overstimulated by the scene in front of her. Thing, who was still sitting on her shoulder, shared the same sentiment, only that he was kinder about it.
The blonde gaped with wide eyes, “Wednesday! You can’t say that. I’m sure Bianca and the sirens put a lot of effort into this. It looks amazing to me!”
Before Wednesday could argue about how this party was a representation of Hell itself, a conspicuous pale, slender figure with fangs sticking out approached the two girls.
It was none other than Enid’s favourite vampire, Yoko.
'Great. Her attention has already latched onto Yoko like a parasite,’ Wednesday’s heart grew frustrated at the image of the blonde being physically separated from her side just to hang out with the brazen vampire.
“Enid! I’m so glad you came. I was so excited to s-”
Pause.
“... Hold up, is that Wednesday Addams right there?” Yoko glanced from her sunglasses, sliding them down to get a better view as she diverted her eyes from Enid to the goth. This did not make sense.
‘I should have poisoned her with garlic.’
“What gave it away? I thought I played the part of her doppelganger well,” Wednesday remarked sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.
“Geez, alright! I just didn’t expect you’d be here. Enid was texting me non-stop about how sad she was when you said you wouldn’t come. Actually, I have the messages right here.. wanna see th-” as Yoko brought her phone out, Enid quickly snatched it away, giving the vampire a glare that screamed ‘Do NOT show her our messages!’
Clearing her throat, Enid spoke, “Ahem. That’s irrelevant! Wednesday’s here now and that’s all that matters!”
The goth and the appendage both exchanged a confused glance but decided not to press the blonde on the matter.
“Yeah, glad to see you, Wednesday! Let’s join the crowd guys!”
Yoko pulled Enid away to the dance floor, Wednesday carefully strolling along all while purposely avoiding the touch of the outcasts that surrounded her. They were joined by Eugene, Xavier, Divina and the host herself, Bianca, who were all pleasantly surprised to see the goth there. Wednesday greeted them before bringing up that ‘Enid had used emotional manipulation on her’ and that she was ‘revolted’ by the animalistic behaviour of the outcasts at the party. She’s so dramatic. All of them chuckled while Enid slapped Wednesday’s shoulder playfully, resulting in the small group bursting out into laughter at how Wednesday stumbled from the touch— Thing almost falling off too. Enid had totally forgotten just how strong she’d become.
“Damn girl! Who would’ve thought that the Addams could be pushed like that!” Biaca teased.
“Only by me. I get special Enid-privileges after all, right Wends?” Enid passed the goth a playful wink.
The shorter girl held back a threat, staying silent because Enid was right. Wednesday had a huge soft spot for Enid, and it was sickening how everyone seemed to know.
Thing smugly jumped into the conversation by creating a finger heart with his thumb and index, “For sure!”
“So.. should we finally get to the good part? I’m ready to party!”
“Yeah!” They all shouted in unison, except Wednesday, who stayed silent.
The crowd had gotten amped up after seeing Enid’s entire social circle dancing, encouraging others to join them as they sang along. Xavier and Bianca had whirled around, their arms flailing in the air as a sense of ecstacy surrounded the two. They had actually been trying to motivate Eugene to dance along since he felt embarrassed from his below-average dance skills. Seeing how silly they looked, Eugene eventually gained confidence and shuffled his feet left and right while his arms followed along. On the other hand, Yoko and Divina had been grooving together once the speakers blasted ‘Supermassive Black Hole’ by Muse, a song Yoko loved the moment she heard it playing from the 2008 version of the Twilight series. Ever since then, Edward Cullen had been her life-long fictional crush since he too, was a vampire (a hot and powerful one, at that!)
And that left Enid and Wednesday. Thing had wandered off after Wednesday whispered quietly to give them space. The appendage obliged happily, not wanting to intrude on the two of them. It was time to enact the first part of her plan— and it was simple, although quite humiliating; act shy enough for Enid to teach her how to dance.
Wednesday often thought that the concept of ‘teaching someone’ was essentially just mansplaining in disguise. So, she despised the idea of being taught. But if it was in this scenario, with Enid being her teacher? Now that was exciting and acceptable. Sign her up! Sacrificing her dignity for this was worth it.
Wednesday stood awkwardly with her hands intertwined together. Her eyes gazed upon the carefree werewolf who took a few moments to digest that the goth was not dancing and seemed to require a little assistance.
“Wends, do you need help loosening up? We could do this together!”
Silence. She glimpsed elsewhere.
“C’mon! I know you’ve got some moves to pull out too- I saw it at the Rave’N dance. You were the best one there, honestly!”
More silence. Wednesday’s nose thrills flared at the compliment Enid had so kindly given; her fingers fidgeting— so painfully unlike the Addams girl. But she had to keep the act up.
“…I’m just gonna grab your hand, okay? Don’t be shy. It’s just me.”
The goth swooned at the touch of Enid intertwining her hand with Wednesday’s. She was, in all honesty, expecting her plan to backfire— with Enid giving up on her after the second moment of silence. But she should’ve known that the blonde was more unwavering than anybody else in the room.
Enid brought one of Wednesday’s hands up to lay on her shoulder, the other still firmly intertwined with the goth’s. She assured her that the song was slow enough to keep their dance moves simple while still having fun.
Lost in their own world, all Wednesday could hear was the lyrics repeating endlessly, “You set my soul alight”
And one look at Enid made her register how true the words were. Ever since the bubbly, extroverted blonde came into her dark, dull life, she saw her world the same way— except that her unilluminated black-and-white environment was now accompanied by sunshine and rainbows.
As she moved her body with Enid’s guidance, Wednesday tried to keep her face straight when she noticed the rosy blush that spread across the blonde’s cheeks.
The werewolf was phenomenal in every way. Her eyebrows thinly neat along with her glistening blue eyes that never failed to captivate the goth. Furthermore, her peachy, pink lips were always accompanied by a smile and a grin when she was extra cheerful. As striking as all her features were, Wednesday found that her favourite pastime was indulging in the sight of the faint scars engraved in the right side of her cheek. Enid was always insecure about them and tried her best to cover them up with makeup. But Wednesday physically couldn’t bear it any longer when she’d hear Enid silently cry about her scars whenever she slept. So there came a day where she sat down beside her best friend and gave it her all to soothe her from her worries.
“Enid, I know you think these scars you have are nowhere beautiful— and you’re right, because ‘beautiful’ doesn’t begin to cover it. They're unbelievably spectacular,” she reassured. “They serve as a reminder of your bravery, how you chose to put your life out there just to protect mine, even when it wasn’t guaranteed that you’d win.”
“Do you realise how courageous that sounds? Your scars are not a weakness, Enid. They're concrete proof of your strength. Unique and forever yours… just as I am.”
After that day, Enid felt part of her insecurities healed, all thanks to the goth, who everyone claimed was selfish and only ever thought of herself. She was so grateful to hear those words.
Except, was it really platonic when Wednesday said she was forever hers?
As the song came to an end, Wednesday had been so distracted by the werewolf’s beauty as well as keeping up with the rhythm that it just dawned on her that Enid was looking at her lips with an unexpressed desire the entire time.
‘God, she’s so pretty! I wanna kiss her so bad.’
‘Her outfit’s so cute. She’s so cute like this!’
‘…Her lipstick would look so good smudged with mine.’
Wednesday’s ears turned faintly red as if she had heard thoughts, though too muted for the werewolf to notice especially since her bangs had covered part of her ears.
'..Wait, am I being too obvious? She looks.. flushed? Whatever- act normal, Enid!’
“You did great, Wends! I really enjoyed that,” Enid halted her movements as she slowly separated her grasp from Wednesday, still smiling. The two now just standing still and quiet, with Wednesday rather rattled from whatever gayness that was.
“As did I, Enid.. If you’ll excuse me.”
Wednesday rushed away before Enid had gotten a chance to question her. She heard the blonde’s yell fading out as she stepped outside to the balcony which was rather empty, inhaling a long breath because the air finally didn’t feel as tense. She heard a rustling to her left and saw Thing holding a bowl of chips that (what she could only assume) he was hogging. He cheekily dusted the crumbs off his fingers once he noticed her stare. Slowly approaching the puzzled goth, he carefully inquired about her state.
“What happened? You look confused.”
…
“For some reason I can’t fathom, Enid and I shared an intimate moment,” Wednesday expressed absentmindedly. Thing immediately started tapping his hands.
“What?! You guys already made out?
As her eyes slightly twitched from the mention of the two consecutive words, she uttered fiercely, “No Thing, that was not what I meant!”
He backed away, apologising for his comment.
“… However, I did stumble upon her looking at my lips. I’m unsure what it signifies, but I saw her eyes flash a yellow hue for a moment.”
“Looking at your lips? Yellow eyes? She and her wolf clearly wanted to kiss you!” Thing re-enacted out a peck in which he was sure that he was about to receive a death stare, but to his surprise, the goth simply sighed.
“She was likely caught up in the moment, Thing. Enid’s pathologically prone to distraction after all.”
…Yeah sure, getting distracted by your friend’s lips is a very normal occurrence. Nothing suspicious about that!
‘Alright, whatever you say.’ Thing gave up, changing the topic. ‘So what’s the next step?’
“There’s still hours to kill before the party ends. l suppose I’ll stay here with you in the meantime while I.. reorganise my thoughts.”
And so she did; Thing and Wednesday had a conversation about her upcoming plans, the appendage listening and offering his support. During times like these, Wednesday harboured gratitude for her loyal accompaniment, though she never verbalised it. He could be sassy and irritating, especially with his teasing comments about the two inseparable girls, but he had pure intentions. Wednesday however, didn’t let his remarks slide, letting out a death threat about how she’d put him on an electric chair for hours on end if he kept this up.
At least she was regaining some composure.
10PM.
The goth had returned back inside the dorm with Thing tagging along, where the crowd had significantly lessened. She watched as Enid and Yoko danced together with arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders, their energy still beaming. She and Enid made eye contact— but for a brief second, the goth still flustered from their last interaction. Instead of joining the duo, Wednesday deliberately approached the siren who sat at the table dedicated for snacks. Almost everything had depleted, with just a few remainders of some cupcakes.. and plentiful bottles— just as she hoped.
Looming behind her, the goth cleared her throat to make her presence known. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea because Bianaca had literally jolted in shock.
“Wednesday- What the heck?! You could’ve just said hello and like.. not carry out a surprise attack on me!” Bianca exclaimed with her hands laying on her chest, her heart thumping rapidly.
“That was hardly an attack. I didn’t use any knives, did I?”
“That’s not what I- Okay, whatever. What’s up, Addams? You’ve been gone for a while. Enid was kinda worried because she said you looked unusually spooked.”
“Who wouldn’t be? Everything here is much too overstimulating,” the goth huffed out before continuing, “I wanted to assist you.”
Bianca furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Now or never.
“Did you know that plastic bottles take centuries to decompose?” she asked flatly.
When she saw the puzzled look on Bianca's face, she resumed, “a significant portion of them end up polluting the oceans, seas and rivers where they break down into microplastics, killing any unfortunate creature that ingests them. I’m confident Nevermore’s waters aren't exempted from this phenomenon.”
The siren’s eyes widened. She was genuinely baffled by the sudden info dump. What on earth was Wednesday doing?
“…Are you trying to say that you’re planning to kill the sirens in our school with plastic pollution?” Bianca concluded.
Wednesday shook her head lightly. “No. I was merely informing you about my knowledge regarding plastic bottles. That was an attempt at conversation, which I was anticipating you’d reciprocate. What do you know about them?”
‘Oh thank god she’s sparing us!’
Bianca gave a small laugh. If Wednesday hadn’t clarified, images of her demise would’ve flashed in her head all night long. She should’ve known this was the Addams best shot at conversing.
“Right… Well,” her brain went blank for a second, looking around the room before staring hard at the bottles in front of her. An idea sparked in her mind. “I know that bottles can be used to decide two players for this game called seven minutes in heaven.
“Have you heard of it?” She asked, curious to know whether the macabre girl was even aware of such a game.
Wednesday shook her head once again. “Enlighten me.”
But it was all a lie. As a matter of fact, after she had read the book that told her everything she needed to know about parties, she was aware that there’d be games played sooner or later. This was her merely using reverse psychology to get Bianca to suggest the modified version of seven minutes in heaven, following how ‘oblivious’ the Addams was— and it worked.
The siren had fallen for her trap!
“No way! Seriously? We’ll have to get you to play it then!”
Bianca rushed off to the speakers, turning the volume down before she announced, “Hey everyone! Change of plans, we’ll be playing a game! Everyone, gather in a circle!”
The small, remaining crowd of outcasts had rushed off into the circle, some evidently positioning themselves across their crushes while others sat randomly. Eugene and Xavier had paired up together while Divina purposely sat across from Yoko. Enid had wanted to sit beside Wednesday, but was quickly dragged by the vampire to sit beside her. Wednesday was grateful— because just like the other witless outcasts there, she too had sat directly across her beloved werewolf. The blonde lit up, delighted to see her best friend’s face again. She mouthed a small ‘Hi!’ which Wednesday returned with a gentle ‘Hello’.
“Alright guys! We’re playing seven minutes in heaven- Yup, yup, I know. Exciting, right?! Does everybody know the rules of the game?”
Everyone nodded enthusiastically except Wednesday. The siren smirked before pointing to the object in her hand, “I’ll explain the rules for the Addams. A volunteer will spin this bottle in the middle of the circle. If it lands on you, you’ll have to go into the closet with the person across from you and stay in there for seven full minutes!”
Everyone turned to face Wednesday, whose expression was devoid of any emotion— impressive, considering that they were sort of expecting her to look disgusted and leave the room.
“What do you have to do?”
“Well… that’s entirely up to you guys! You can do nothing, talk or even kiss. Usually the kissing happens, though!” Bianca replied with a smirk, amused at the fact that Wednesday was even participating in the first place. She was so sure the girl would’ve backed out after hearing her explain the rules.
“Okay, okay we get it! Let’s start! Who’s gonna spin the bottle for us?” Xavier impatiently inquired, just wanting to get the game going.
He was actually full-on rooting for Wednesday and Enid to be picked— just like everyone else in the room, who knew that the two girls had something deeper going on than just friendship. Everybody there could see that Wednesday had taken a liking to the werewolf more than anyone else in Nevermore, while Enid was so obviously obsessed and head-over-heels for the Addams. She was constantly talking about the goth in her blog and practically fan-girling over how cute she was in her sleep… even though she slept like a Victorian child ready for her casket.
Everybody there could see how in love they both were, except the two girls themselves.
Eugene was about to innocently volunteer, but was stopped when Wednesday shot him a glaring look. She carried Thing (who patiently sat on her lap) and presented him to everyone, “Thing would be suitable in spinning the bottle. He can’t participate in any other way since he’s clearly a disembodied hand, so I’m sure he’ll appreciate participating like this.”
The crowd looked at him in awe, fascinated by the way he waved at them.
“Damn, I didn’t even see him at first! He’s so tiny!” Yoko confessed.
Thing flipped her off in a joking manner, causing everyone to burst into laughter. He was not tiny!
Bianca giggled before nodding approvingly at the goth and the appendage, “Alright, Thing can be our bottle spinner! Start whenever you’re ready.”
Thing jumped off of Wednesday’s thigh and crawled towards the bottle positioned in the middle. He communicated to Wednesday silently without the werewolf’s knowledge, assuring her that he knew what to do and would be slick about it. Wednesday trusted him fully.
She did inform him beforehand of the consequences that would follow if he screwed up even the slightest.
“I’ll nailgun every part of you to the wall and shoot arrows through you. Stick to our plan and do not make a mistake.”
As he spun the bottle, everyone waited expectantly, drumming their hands on the floor for dramatic effect. Divina had her fingers crossed as she prayed that she’d be paired up with the good-looking vampire across from her, while Eugene seemed as though he was about to puke from the mere thought of even getting in an enclosed space with a girl. Enid, though, was playing with the hem of her sweater nervously as her eyes grew large— a faint yellow hue flashing once again.
‘Please let me end up with Wednesday! Please let me end up with Wednesday!’ the werewolf manifested internally.
…
The bottle had come to a stop— not landing on Enid and Wednesday.
‘Damn it!’
Instead, it pointed towards Sophia, a brunette siren who was part of Bianca’s clique. She had a sociable and outgoing personality which was compatible with the guy who sat away from her. Not only was he popular and kind, but he was totally her type— and it just so happened that he too, was picked. Everyone was fired up and clapped their hands, his friends even hooting and hollering like undignified beasts.
The pair was shy and hesitant to move from where they sat, but got the encouragement to do so because of the energy that surrounded them. Cheers roared throughout the room as Bianca walked them to the closet, showing them that she’d start her timer once they got in.
“Your seven minutes start… now!” She yelled before closing the closet doors.
Everyone was eager to see if the pair would come out with lipstick stains on the boy’s cheeks, or even hickeys on his neck if they were so daring. Now all that was left was to wait for them.
Bianca knew the crowd would get bored if they just sat there with nothing to do, so she continued blasting some songs but at a much softer volume. Refilling the snacks, she brought them to the floor, offering them to anyone who wanted it.
With everyone now distracted— some who mindlessly scrolled through their phones, some who ate and some who just conversed with others, Enid decided to sit next to Wednesday.
“Wends! It’s been a while since I saw you.”
The goth stiffened upon hearing her voice, her mind not forgetting their last interaction that left her stumped. “Yes. Bianca told me that you were worried when I left abruptly. I apologise. I was frankly overwhelmed by the disgusting songs and how barbaric everybody was.”
Enid gave her an understanding smile. The Addams was incredibly strong both physically and mentally, but she knew the goth would be frazzled from the chaos. Everyone was being super disorderly, so she couldn’t blame her.
“That’s okay, I kinda expected it. I’m still glad you’re here though! Are you feeling better?”
Enid had now taken one of the goth’s fingers into her own, staring at her with nothing but warmth and affection. She tilted her head slightly as she waited for Wednesday’s response, but all the goth could see was a puppy with soft, floppy ears that framed her sweet face.
‘…She has to be doing this on purpose. Ugh, this sly wolf’
“I’m fine, Enid. I can handle this,” Wednesday managed to say as she turned elsewhere, “Why are you here?”
The goth was starting to feel flustered the more she stared. Enid was so unbelievably adorable. If cuteness could kill, Wednesday would be six feet underground the moment she met Enid. It’s not like Wednesday would mind dying to the werewolf whom she had so much unspoken affection for. She’d even consider it an honour if she died in her hands.
Yet, she knew that Enid wouldn’t torture her the way she longed for. The blonde had brought up multiple times before about how appreciative she was that Wednesday was starting to put in more effort into staying alive— but really, she was only avoiding death for Enid.
“Do I need to have a reason to sit beside my best friend? I haven’t seen you all night! I miss you, Wends,” she admitted. “Plus, Yoko’s kinda flirting with Divina which was something I didn’t want to intrude on, so…”
Wednesday simply acknowledged with a nod. She didn’t say anything else, only studying the fingers that played with hers. She knew she should’ve pulled away, but a part of her didn’t want to and physically couldn’t. She loved the feeling of Enid’s calloused fingers rubbing againsthers.
Their conversations ceased temporarily as both girls basked in the quietness between them, finding comfort from each other’s presence. Wednesday’s shoulders had now relaxed. Though the Addams had a preference for pain and malaise, she found that the solace and tenderness Enid offered was awfully easy to revere.
A few minutes passed before Enid spoke up again, redirecting Wednesday’s focus to her as she gently nudged her. “Hey Wends? Is there anyone here you’re like, hoping to get paired up with?”
The goth was taken aback by the sudden question. She couldn’t just confess that there was, in fact, somebody she was looking forward to, right? And that somebody literally sat right next to her.
‘You. Only you, Enid. You’re all I hope for,’
…was the answer she would’ve given.
But the goth retracted, telling herself it was too soon. She didn’t want to reveal her feelings just yet when they were in a setting that Wednesday deemed far too unfitting for a love confession. It had to be perfect.
So instead of telling the truth, she lied. “None. I’m only waiting to see what mayhem would unfold when people here realise that the chances of them getting chosen with their crush is minuscule.”
Pause.
“Ah.. okay. That’s good to know,” Enid’s voice faltered.
In a fleeting moment, her mood had entirely changed. Wednesday saw the way the light left her eyes, her shoulder slumping— Worse, she had even pulled her hand away from the goth.
This threw Wednesday off. She didn’t imagine she had said something wrong, so where was this reaction coming from? Did she offend Enid? Did the blonde actually want to be matched with someone here that she was unaware of? Her ex-gorgon boyfriend Ajax wasn’t even present at the party, and she was sure that the blonde no longer had any feelings for him. So who was it that she was hoping to couple with?
And why did it send Wednesday’s heart swinging like a mallet against her ribcage? The girl had never even once experienced such feelings before.
‘Jealousy? No. Disgusting. That can’t be right,” she spiralled silently.
Wednesday was about to ask Enid about the matter, but was abruptly interrupted by the deafening beep of Bianca’s timer. It was so loud that everyone had collectively stopped what they were doing, some rushing back to their original seats.
“Go back to where you sat, Enid.”
“What? Why? Shouldn’t I stay beside you so we can talk?”
‘Stupid wolf. I need you there so we can be paired together!’
“No. Earlier, I saw a vision of Yoko dragging you along to sit next to her again. You refused to so she started tickling you in front of everybody like an idiot. We all know how much you abhor such acts.”
Lies.
Enid looked genuinely puzzled but decided to let it go. “You know me so well. Thanks, Wednesday!”
She gave a forced smile before walking away, her voice lacking the usual cheeriness despite her attempt at presenting herself in her usual, vibrant way. It didn’t fall on silent ears when Enid called her Wednesday instead of her disgusting nickname— her mood clearly still dampened.
Bianca fetched the couple. Everyone’s eyes turned to face them as they slowly walked out, their respective friends radiating in anticipation as to what the two had done. Whispers were passed along the circle. Breaths were held. Postures were uncoiled as they strained their necks to get a better view. The two weren’t even acquainted prior to this, so maybe nothing much happened?
Wrong!
When the rays of artificial light illuminated the walking figures, everyone collectively gasped. They looked like a mess— the guy was smudged with lipstick all over and his clothes were wrinkled, while the brunette’s hair bun was disheveled with strands sticking out. Most shockingly, the two had purple bruises on both their necks.
Xavier was the first to comment since he was genuinely not expecting the two to present themselves with hickeys. It was crazy to him— having somebody you barely knew leaving marks all over your neck was simply just crazy! The view was right in front of him (heck, it was in front of everyone), but he still needed to clarify to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
“No fucking way. You guys… made out?”
Everyone was now applauding, the guy’s friends pulling him away from the flustered brunette. But Wednesday couldn’t understand why.
‘… Is this not part of the game?’
There was technically no reason to be shocked; the rules were clear after all. As long as both parties consented, literally anything wild or tamed could happen. But Wednesday studied the awestruck crowd who clapped their hands enthusiastically for the couple. Many of them hadn’t expected such advances, and were simply amazed by the couple’s bravery.
Then she saw Enid, who had Yoko sitting next to her again. The blonde had looked… agitated? She had her knees pulled up together with her arms across. Her chin gradually dipped on her arms as she watched the entire event unfold, ears twitching and burning up. Wednesday noticed the way she avoided looking at the hickeys on the brunette, but was unsuccessful since the stupid vampire beside her was constantly pointing it out. The blonde nudged Yoko to shut up, but she didn’t take the hint. However, the vampire stopped and whispered something to the girl that made her freeze in place.
“You wish you could do that to the Addams, don’t you?”
Enid’s eyes grew frantic.
“What- Yoko! That was so freaking loud! And no, I don’t wanna do that to her. We’re just friends!” She turned to look up to Yoko then Wednesday briefly, praying to whatever deities that existed that the goth did not hear them! They were far away from each other and Yoko had whispered softly— no, she couldn’t risk it.
Just as Enid peered her head towards the goth, Wednesday was surveying her.
‘…Fuck, she definitely heard us.’
And that was enough to send the poor, anxious werewolf into an impending doom.