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Rev stared at the cruel, undead cover of the Necronomicon. He contemplated whether he was actually gonna go through with this or not. That is until he heard a family and jarring voice.
"Hey, what are you doing out here so late, zombie."
"Jeez, your voice is like nails on chalk," the undead let out a sigh. "I could ask you the same thing, wendigo."
"Touche... so what the hell are you planning to do with that book? Gonna blow up the school?"
"... No. This is something more personal."
"The hell does that mean?"
"... Nothing it doesn't involve you."
"The hell it does. What's wrong with you, zombie? Usually you'd start fighting me."
"... I'm not in the mood."
Wendy's had enough of Rev's brooding and shoved him, "What the hell are you planning!"
"Why are you getting so mad? I swear no matter what I do you always have some sort of problem with me!"
"I do have a problem! You're not telling me what's going on!"
"Why does it matter to you!?"
"Because this place would be boring if it weren't for you!"
Rev's eyes widened, "... What?"
"Tch, do I gotta spell it out for you or what? If it weren't for you I'd be bored to death right now."
"Th-That still doesn't explain-"
"Shut up I'm not done. Sure you make me angry because you're still here. But if you disappeared then who would be left to entertain me?"
"You... you are such a dumbass, wendigo."
"So are you! I know what you're planning with that book, and I'm not gonna let you go through with it!"
"You think you can stop me," Rev asked as he smiled maniacally.
"Even if I can't you shouldn't do this!"
"Give me one good reason!"
"There are people who care about you dammit!"
"I don't give a damn-"
"I care about you!"
"What... you're not making any damn sense!"
"I hate you Rev Vennett... but that still doesn't change the fact that you're my classmate."
"You think I care what you think?"
"Idiot!"
She grabbed the collar of his shirt before pulling him into a kiss. Simply out of surprise Rev's grip on the Necronomicon loosened enough for Wendy to swipe it from him.
Rev came back to his senses a few seconds after and pushed away. "Wh-What the was that for, wendigo!?"
"That was for being an idiot! And this is for making me wait for an opening," Wendy pulled him back into yet another kiss.
This time though Rev began to melt into the kiss. It was like he was forgetting everything. He forgot why he was out here. He forgot why he had the Necronomicon. The kiss lasted longer than before, but just as he realized he wanted to stay like this Wendy pulled away.
She spoke in a softer tone as she rested her forehead on his chest, "You're an idiot Rev..." There was no bite to her words this time.
"I... I'm sorry..."
"Do you finally realize it?"
"A little... yeah."
"And you promise you're not gonna use this stupid book?"
He wrapped his arms around the wendigo, "Yeah... I swear I won't."
"Good... I can't... I won't let you leave us- them... I won't let you leave your friends."
"Friends, huh? Yeah... I guess they are my friends."
"... I hate you Rev Vennett."
"... I hate you too Wendy."
"... Can I let go now?"
"Don't ruin the mood, zombie!"
"Alright... jeez you are one clingy Wendigo."
She looked up at him, pouting, "And you're one stupid zombie making me like this."
"Not a zombie... want another kiss?"
She blushed, "S-Sure..."
Rev held her close as he leaned down. Their lips met yet again. As they did however Bella bursted in holding a potion.
"Wendy! There you are," Bella said. "Eep! S-Sorry am I interrupting... Wait no! Rev!"
"Geez, witch, can't you see we're having a moment," Rev asked, pulling away from the kiss.
"U-Um... Wendy kinda... drank a love potion."
"...She what? Is that why she's-"
"Ignore her Rev."
"Rev I have the antidote you just... need to um..."
"I know just give me the antidote," Rev held out his hand. The second Bella handed him the antidote he poured some in his mouth and kissed Wendy.
The second Wendy drank the antidote her eyes widened and she pushed away from Rev.
"Blegh what the hell do you think you're doing zombie!"
"What does it look like I'm doing!"
"Get off of me!"
"Jeez fine, it's your fault for drinking that damn potion in the first place," Rev let go of the wendigo.
"My fault! That witch made it to force you to drink it and stop you from offing yourself!"
"Likely story you probably drank it yourself not knowing what it was!"
"You will rue this day Rev Vennett!"
"Yeah right, I'll make sure you never forget about this!"
The wendigo blushed, "Dammit I can't believe my first kiss went to Rev of all people."
"Hah! As if anyone would be stupid enough to kiss you anyways."
"I'm gonna kill you for this!"
"Hah! You can certainly try. Besides if you do you won't get to kiss me anymore!"
"Shut up! You're an awful kisser anyways!"
"What!? You take that back you damn wendigo!"
"Make me zombie boy!"
Meanwhile as the two bickered Bella smiled as she held an empty bottle behind herself with the label "Honesty potion."
/ / /
After the fight Bella had left the two alone. They were on the floor panting.
"Hey wendigo..."
"Yeah, zombie?"
"... I don't actually think your voice is like nails on chalk."
"... If you think that's gonna make me hate you less you're wrong... but thanks."
"... Why were we even fighting again?"
"Because you kissed me, zombie."
"Oh right... What a dumb reason to fight."
"Hah yeah..."
"So like... why'd you even take that potion?"
"Huh? Oh... because you were being an idiot."
"And you thought a love potion would help?"
"... It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"Well it certainly worked at least..."
"So... you're not gonna tell anyone, right?"
"Hah, tell everyone I kissed you? Please..."
"Shut up..." Wendy playfully punched his shoulder.
"So... did you like it?"
"I'll actually kill you if you ask me that again... but yeah."
"Hehe... good," Rev planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Idiot..."
"Would you rather I actually kissed you?"
"... yes please."
Rev blushed but obliged and kissed the wendigo.
"... You're not actually a bad kisser, zombie."
"You're not half bad either wendigo."
The two rested on the floor for a little longer before getting back up. They had promised to never speak of this again, but if one was feeling overwhelmed they were always welcomed in the other's embrace.