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“Ugh, Yoko, it happened again!” Enid moans forlornly as she waltzes into their dorm room, hitting her head against the door once she closes it.
The vampire doesn’t look up from her laptop. “You made a fool of yourself in front of the hot girl across the hall?”
“Her name is Wednesday.”
“Was I right though?”
“...yes.”
Yoko smirks and finally looks at her friend. “What happened this time?”
Enid sighs and flops on her bed. “I was rushing to class from the dining hall and ran right into her and spilled both of our coffees everywhere! Look!” The wolf unzips her sweatshirt to show the large coffee stain running down her red t-shirt.
“Oof.” Yoko winces sympathetically.
“I knowww.” Enid groans. “And I got coffee all over her too! At least she was wearing all black as usual so you couldn’t really see it, but still.”
“So what happened then?”
“I grabbed some napkins from my bag and tried to dry her shirt off. But then I panicked when I realized how much I was touching her.”
“And then?”
“And then I apologized a million times and said something stupid about how nice and expensive her shirt looked and that I would totally pay for drycleaning if she needed it.”
“That’s not so bad-”
“But then I continued to ramble and said I could even take it to the drycleaning right away if she wanted to take it off!”
Yoko bites her lip, struggling to hold back a laugh. “What did she say to that?”
Enid rubs her face in embarrassment. “She said ‘I happen to still be using the shirt right now’ in that typical monotone, alluring voice.”
“I mean, I suppose she wasn’t lying,” Yoko snickers.
“Ugh, I know. But that was just such a dumb thing to say! I didn’t even mean it in any sort of suggestive way!”
“Sure.”
“Yoko!”
The vampire bites back another laugh. “So what happened next?”
“Then I nodded and apologized again and said she could text me if she wanted to take me up on the drycleaning offer later or if I could get her a replacement coffee sometime. Then I ran off and came here before she could even respond!”
“Did you even give her your number?”
“...No.”
Yoko gets up and sits on Enid’s bed to give the girl a soothing pat on the back. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, wolfie. You are so hopeless.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Enid moans in defeat. “She’s just so pretty.”
“Pretty scary.” Yoko corrects.
“I’m not scared of her.”
“You just ran all the way here from the dining hall to avoid her. Skipping class, might I add.”
“I know, I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re not.”
“You really think so?” The wolf asks hopefully.
“I mean…not usually.”
“Gee thanks.”
Yoko rolls her eyes. “Come on, you just got to ask her out. You’ve been like this for two semesters already!”
“I can’t!”
“Why?”
“Because she’d probably murder me!”
“I thought you said you weren’t scared of her.”
“Well I-I’d still like not to be murdered!” Enid stutters.
Yoko sighs. “I doubt she’d murder you. In fact, from what I’ve seen. I think she’s interested too.”
“There’s no way.”
“Oh come on,” Yoko encourages. “She actually looks at you when you interact rather than glares at you. And she gave you a pencil that one time in class-”
“It was just a pencil.”
“I saw Xavier ask her for one once and she stabbed him in the arm with the pencil and then said ‘there, happy?’”
“Well, Xavier does suck,” Enid mutters, jealousy evident in her tone.
Yoko rolls her eyes again. “All I’m saying is, I think you have a good shot. You just have to take it.”
“Um, no thanks. I think I’d rather just pine wistfully for the next 2 years.”
The vampire shakes her head. “Suit yourself. Just don’t come crying to me when you see Tyler up here trying to ask her out for the millionth time.”
“That guy needs to learn to take a no!” Enid hisses.
“I mean, I don’t disagree.” Yoko nods. “You just better hope Wednesday doesn’t lose her mind one day and say yes.”
Enid groans and flops back on the bed. “I’m not cut out for college.”
“You mean the queer experience.”
“That too.”
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Wednesday peers through her binoculars at the shack in the woods a few yards away. She frowns at Thing on her shoulder. “I thought you said you saw the suspect go inside. There’s been no movement for hours.”
The hand shrugs.
Wednesday huffs and looks at her watch. “We’ll have to stake this out at a later time.”
Thing taps on her shoulder.
“I’m not leaving early,” the seer hisses back.
More taps.
“I’m not hoping to run into anyone!” Wednesday growls, fighting back the heat on her face. She knocks the hand from her shoulder in aggravation. “You can walk home alone.”
The hand just sways back and forth happily, knowing the seer only got this upset when he was right.
Wednesday scowls and treks back through the woods, ending up on one of the paths around the athletic fields.
She’s nearly bowled over by a mass of pink hurtling toward her.
“Oh my god!” Enid yelps as she swerves at the last moment to avoid the collision. She ends up toppling to the ground unceremoniously all the same. She scrambles to turn around and look up at who she almost ran into. “W-Wednesday?”
The seer stares with uncharacteristically shocked eyes at the figure on the ground. Her voice eludes her as she takes in the running gear the blonde was in that showed far more skin and muscle than her brain knew what to do with.
Enid clambers back to her feet with equally wide eyes. “I’m so sorry! You-You came out of nowhere!”
Wednesday clears her throat and forces her brain into action again. “I was in the woods. When I looked at the path right before, there was no one there.”
“Oh yeah, sorry.” The blonde rubs the back of her neck shyly. “Werewolf speed.”
Wednesday nods absently, standing stiff as a board.
“So, um, what were you doing in the woods?”
“I was tracking down a suspected serial killer.”
“...Right.”
The seer raises a challenging eyebrow. “Do you doubt me?”
“No, no!” Enid says hastily. “I just, um…why?”
“Call it a hobby. Plus I had a vision of him the other day.” Wednesday frowns when she says the words. She hardly ever told anyone about her visions, so she’s not really sure why she’s willingly giving that information to a girl she hardly knew.
Well, not hardly. They had lived across from each other for over a year now. But never had very long or frequent interactions. Despite Wednesday’s secret hopes to the contrary. Not that she’d ever admit that.
Enid’s eyes light up in excitement. “So you are a seer! A raven!”
Wednesday’s jaw tenses ever so slightly. This was usually where people ran off in terror. If they hadn’t already due to her glares and death threats. “I am.”
“That’s so cool!”
The genuine compliment knocks the seer off guard. “No one has said such a thing about my powers before.”
“Well, it is.” Enid insists firmly.
Wednesday studies the girl in front of her intensely. Wondering how someone could stand out so much against the dullness of everyone else in the world.
The blonde shifts under the scrutiny. Unsure if the raven was checking her out or planning her murder. Probably the latter. “Um, anyway. I have to get to dance practice soon. But if you ever need help on one of your cases let me know!”
Wednesday’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. Enid tries not to find it adorable and fails epically.
“Help?”
The wolf nods. “Yeah, like tracking someone down or something. Maybe my werewolf senses could be helpful.”
Surprise overtakes the raven at the suggestion. That surprise only grows when she realizes she’s not entirely opposed to the idea. “I see.”
“You don’t have to!” Enid rushes on quickly. “Just forget I said anything.”
“No, it is an intriguing idea,” Wednesday says calculatedly. “I shall keep it in mind.”
“Eek!” Enid squeaks excitedly, then immediately tones it down at the stern look on the goth’s face. “Anyway, I could give you my number if you ever want help?”
“I don’t have a phone.” The seer says bluntly.
The blonde nearly trips to the ground all over again. Of course not. “Oh well, that’s fine. You know where I live.”
“Do I?” Wednesday asks. As if she didn’t know exactly what room across the hall belonged to the bubbly werewolf.
“Oh, y-yeah, maybe not.” Enid stutters. “It’s 212 Hyland Hall.”
“Interesting.” Wednesday states knowingly. “I’m in 213.”
“Oh! Cool…” Enid tries to pretend she didn’t take note of the dorm the raven lived in on the very first day of freshman year.
Wednesday begins walking off without another word then, leaving the werewolf to stare longingly after her before she realizes how late she’s running for practice. Wednesday pretends not to be impressed by the wolf’s superspeed as she watches her dart back over the athletic fields and out of sight.
Thing scuttles up beside her, having had time to catch up due to Wednesday being delayed. The hand taps knowingly on the seer’s leg, looking awfully smug.
Wednesday kicks him away. “Not another word.”
If a hand could laugh, he would have.
Later that night Enid is wallowing in bed again. “Ugh, she doesn’t have a phone, Yoko! She doesn’t even know where I live! Even though we’ve run into each other coming out of our dorms multiple times!”
“Addams is observant. I’m sure she knows where you live.” Yoko insists.
“I don’t know,” Enid moans. “All I know is that I’m doomed.”
“Well, that I could’ve told you.”
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Wednesday scowls as she holds her lunch tray, glaring at the scene before her. The booth in the corner of the dining hall was all but permanently reserved for her after she scared some upperclassmen away from it one time with a plastic knife. Yet now the booth was occupied by two unaware, daring freshmen, currently eating each other’s faces off.
She takes two harsh steps toward the booth with decapitation in mind when she sees a flash of bright pink a few tables down. Enid was sitting alone for once. No vampire or siren friends in sight.
Wednesday doesn’t know what possesses her. She blames it on the fact that her salad required a flat eating surface and she didn’t want to balance the tray on her legs in some corner. She’ll deny the fact that there are plenty of other open tables available.
Enid jumps at the tray that’s slammed harshly across from her and looks up from her textbook with startled eyes. Then her stomach leaps to her throat. “Wednesday?”
“People are defiling my booth,” the seer grumbles, as if that explains everything.
The blonde turns to look at the infamous booth and cringes when she sees what’s going on there. “Yikes. Freshmen.”
“It’s juvenile.” Wednesday agrees. “We’re not in high school anymore.”
“Did you do that in high school?” Enid looks up with a tilt of her head.
Wednesday stares in complete confusion.
“Nevermind,” Enid says with a deep blush. “Uh, have a seat.”
The seer hesitates for a second, debating about making a run for it and pretending this never happened. She’s not even sure what brought her over here in the first place. And yet, she can’t bring herself to leave.
She sits.
“So…” Enid inhales nervously. “How’s your day been?”
Wednesday glances up with an unreadable expression.
“Sorry,” the blonde mutters. “You’re probably not much of a small talk person.”
“It’s true. I detest it.”
“Right.”
“But my day has been more productive than usual I suppose.” Wednesday concedes.
Enid’s ears perk up. “Oh? Did you catch that serial killer?”
“Unfortunately not yet. The local police have been getting in the way of my investigation.”
“Amateurs.”
Wednesday’s lips almost twitch up at that. She forces them back down. “But I did have success in another endeavor I’ve had.”
“Which was?”
“Setting fire to the art studio.”
Enid’s eyes bug out. “That was you?!”
Wednesday hums nonchalantly and stabs at her salad. “Xavier had it coming.”
The blonde looks wildly at the goth in front of her. “What do you mean?”
“He painted a portrait of me. I burned it. Anything else of his that went up in flames was only collateral damage.”
Enid blinks. “Was the portrait bad?”
“Perhaps not. But it was unwanted.”
“Then he deserved it,” Enid mutters lowly, that wave of jealousy seeping back into her voice.
Wednesday raises an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you agree with me. You don’t seem like the arsonist type.”
The blonde shrugs. “Some guys need to learn boundaries.”
“...Indeed.”
“What about Tyler Galpin?” Enid blurts out before she can stop herself.
Wednesday stares blankly. “What about him?”
“It’s just, he seems like one of those guys that needs to learn boundaries too.”
Wednesday’s eyes narrow as she continues to stare, wondering why the blonde even cared about the stupid sheriff’s son.
“I’m sorry!” Enid squeaks, immediately backtracking. “I mean, you guys might be together. Or you’re playing hard to get. Or-”
“We are most certainly not together,” Wednesday interrupts. The very thought of dating the boy made her stomach churn uncomfortably.
“Oh,” Enid nods. “That’s…good.”
Why do you care? Wednesday wants to ask. Yet for some reason she’s terrified of the answer. Instead she inadvertently asks something even more revealing. “How about you? Are you with that gorgon?”
The wolf’s eyebrows shoot up. “N-No! Ajax is just a friend!”
Wednesday hesitates, wondering why the relief in her chest was so prominent. “I see.”
“Do you?” Enid asks earnestly.
Wednesday suddenly feels the need to bolt. Unready to answer that question. She pretends to look at her watch. “I must go.”
“Oh, okay but-”
The raven is off before the wolf can finish her sentence.
Enid bangs her head on the table.
Back at the dorm, Wednesday rips open her door and uncharacteristically drops her school bag in a heap. Thing crawls out of it.
He taps on the chair.
“I’m not running!” Wednesday insists.
More taps.
“I don’t know what you mean by feelings-”
More taps.
Wednesday shoves the hand back in the bag and throws it in her closet.
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Wednesday Addams was not avoiding Enid Sinclair. She just happened to now take different routes across campus than usual. Avoid the athletic fields. And get up an extra 15 minutes early to leave for class. Just to…not avoid the werewolf.
Yet the change of routine does nothing to help her thoughts from continuing to betray her. Because here she is at 1am on a Friday night, hunched over her typewriter, wondering what the blonde across the hall was up to. Pathetic.
A loud bang on her door jolts her out of her ludicrous thoughts.
The knob rattles. Keys rustle. Another aggressive knock shakes the room.
“Yoko!” A loud, slurred voice on the other side of the door yells. “Open the door!”
Wednesday freezes at the all too familiar voice. Unsure what to do. Torn between running to the door and jumping out the window.
“Yokooo pleaseee.”
The seer’s treacherous heart wins out. She wretches open the door.
The werewolf leaning on it from the other side stumbles into the room.
Wednesday always acted out of instinct. And her first instinct whenever someone makes a move toward her is to back out of the way. Yet now she finds her first instinct is to catch the wolf before she tumbles to the ground. They both stagger under the weight of Enid’s momentum.
The smell of alcohol on the blonde’s breath is obvious. Yet Wednesday also inhales the scent of sweet strawberry perfume which virtually cancels out the stench of the beer. It makes her head dizzy.
“Wow you’re shorter than I remember.” Enid slurs into the shoulder her head is pressed against.
Wednesday scowls and shoves the blonde back, though not nearly as forcefully as it could have been.
The werewolf blinks drunkenly at the sight before her, almost instantly sobering when she realizes what she’s actually looking at. “Wait, you’re not Yoko.”
“Decidedly not.”
Enid rubs her hands over her eyes. “Why are you in my room?”
“I am not that either.”
“Huh?” The wolf asks dumbly before looking around the entire room groggily. She takes in the lack of color. The exceptional tidiness. The cello in the corner. Her eyes go comically wide. “Oh my god, Wednesday! I’m so sorry!”
“You say that a lot,” the raven states plainly.
“Oh my god, I’m such an idiot!” Enid groans and smacks her forehead. “It’s like I’ve never seen a cute girl before!”
Wednesday stands perfectly still, unsure what to make of the blonde’s obviously drunken comment. All she knows is that she’s glad she sent Thing out on a mission this evening.
“Of course this would happen to me.” Enid grumbles, stumbling back into the hallway. She goes to the proper door now and begins to pound on it again. “Yoko! Open up! Pleaseee!”
“I don’t believe the vampire is there,” Wednesday says bluntly, standing with crossed arms in the doorframe of her own dorm. “I heard her leave with someone about an hour ago.”
“Nooo. That means she’s with Divina and probably out all night.” Enid slumps against the door. “And I lost my key.”
The seer raises an eyebrow. “This is why social gatherings are the worst forms of human torture.”
“I think I lost it before the party,” the wolf mumbles.
“Naturally.”
“I’ll just go crash in the common room.” Enid says in defeat. “Sorry again.”
Wednesday frowns at that. Something about drunk Enid passed out in the common area didn’t settle well with her. She blurts out her next words before she can even process them. “There is room in here…if you’d like.”
Enid’s head whips around to stare at the seer. “What?”
“I believe you heard me, despite your inebriated state.”
“A-Are you sure?”
Wednesday shifts uncomfortably. No going back now. “I am never unsure.”
“Hmm, that seems like a lie.” Enid tilts her head and takes a few steps back toward the raven’s dorm. Her goofy smile sends tingles down Wednesday’s spine for unknown reasons. “But thanks. I think I’ll take you up on that offer…if that’s okay.”
Wednesday can only nod mutely, unused to such distracting proximity of another person.
Enid smiles and walks back into Wednesday’s dorm. She stands in the middle of it. An awkward splash of color against black and white. Yet somehow fitting.
The door slams closed behind Wednesday and she stands there frozen for a minute. Never having had someone other than family in her personal space.
“You may sit.”
“Oh um, are you sure? There’s only one chair-”
“Enid, you look like you’re about to fall over. Sit.”
The blonde stumbles to the desk chair.
“Do you want tea?” Wednesday asks stiffly, unused to playing host.
“Um, no thanks. I’m more of a coffee drinker.”
The seer looks over knowingly. “So I gathered.”
Enid groans again. “God, I can’t stop embarrassing myself in front of you, can I?”
Wednesday sets a bottle of water on the desk in front of the wolf. “Embarrassment is an internal concept. Not an external one.”
“Hot and smart.” The blonde mumbles, ripping open the water bottle with a surprising amount of force. Desperate to sober up and stop these things from tumbling out of her mouth.
The seer frowns at the words, feeling heat crawl up the back of her neck. Her own words about embarrassment immediately coming back to haunt her.
“Wait, do you use a typewriter?” The blonde frowns at the object on the desk.
“Yes.”
“You really don’t like technology huh?”
“I find reliance on modern technology to be one of the most despicable parts of human society. Among other things.”
Of course this is who I fall for.
“What?” Wednesday’s voice is rough with surprise.
Enid’s eyes widen in terror as she realizes she said that out loud. “Um, nothing! Anyway, what time is it? My phone died.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes at the wolf’s stereotypical college experience. “It’s nearly 1:30.”
“What??” Enid squeaks. “Oh my gosh, did I wake you up?”
“No.” Wednesday answers a bit too quickly. I was actually still awake thinking about you.
“Oh, that’s good.” Even as she says it, Enid’s eyelids start to droop.
“You need to sleep,” the seer states firmly.
“I’m fine,” the blonde slurs.
“Enid.”
The wolf forces her eyes open. “Huh? Yeah, yeah, okay. I’ll go sleep in the common room. Thanks for-”
“No.”
“...No?”
Wednesday fights back the flush on her cheeks again. “You can sleep here.”
The wolf’s blue eyes go comically wide for the millionth time that night. “Oh uh, that’s nice of you to offer. But I couldn’t intrude-”
“It’s not an intrusion. I offered.”
“R-Right,” Enid stutters, her mind suddenly wide awake at the thought of spending the night in Wednesday freaking Addams’ room. “I suppose your black rug does look comfortable-”
“Take the bed.”
“...I’m sorry, what???”
Wednesday clears her throat uncomfortably. “The bed. You sleep in it. I prefer the floor anyway.”
“Wends,” the nickname Enid always used in her head slips out of nowhere. “I really couldn’t-”
“Stop arguing or I’ll push you out the window,” the raven grinds out, wondering why she didn’t detest the nickname as much as she should.
“O-Oh,” the wolf says slowly, sleepiness coming back again. “Well when you put it like that…”
She gets up and sits tentatively on the edge of the bed covered in black sheets and a black comforter. It’s softer than she expected.
“I don’t sleep with spiders if that’s what you’re afraid of,” Wednesday says casually. Knowing what reputation preceded her. “Not usually, at least.”
“I never thought you did,” Enid responds quickly. She slowly removes her shoes, forcing herself to get comfortable. Not that her discomfort came from anything Wednesday was doing. Or maybe it did. But not in a bad way.
It’s only then that Wednesday truly notices the blonde’s attire. Tight jeans and a blouse. Not exactly sleep worthy.
Before she even knows what she’s doing, she goes to her dresser and picks out a pair of neatly folded sweatpants and an black t-shirt. She walks back with them and holds them stiffly out to the wolf. “If you prefer something more comfortable.”
Enid just stares back with large blue eyes.
Wednesday hesitates, “Nevermind, I-”
The blonde hastily takes the clothes with a blinding smile. “Thanks, Wednesday.”
Without thinking, she presses a light kiss to the seer’s cheek before scampering off to the bathroom.
Wednesday just stands there like an idiot. Cheek tingling.
She’s only jolted back into action when the bathroom door opens again 10 minutes later. Her eyes subconsciously survey the wolf in her clothing. Wondering how someone could look so pleasing in every color.
Meanwhile Enid smiles shyly and quickly climbs back onto the bed again. She’s definitely still drunk, but is sobering enough to feel more and more embarrassed about everything that was happening. Yet she can’t really complain about it, because Wednesday’s clothes were really comfortable, and they smelled like a weird combination of cinnamon and spring rain.
Her eyes begin to droop closed again.
“Lie down, Enid.”
Right. She couldn’t just sleep sitting on the edge of the bed. She lies down, clumsily grasping at the sheets and trying to position them just right.
A steady hand grabs them and precisely places them over her shoulders. Enid grasps the hand before it pulls away completely.
“I missed you,” the wolf mumbles in her half asleep drunken state.
Wednesday inhales sharply at the words and the warm grip on her hand. “What?”
“These last few weeks,” Enid says with closed eyes. “Missed you.”
So Enid had noticed Wednesday avoiding her. Suddenly the raven feels the need to be the drunk one.
“Sleep, Enid.” Wednesday says shakily, heart hammering in her chest. She pulls her fingers out of the blonde’s grasp.
The wolf doesn’t respond, already fast asleep.
Wednesday sits at her desk and watches the blonde sleep for a creepy amount of time. She doesn’t even mean it in a weird way. She’s just trying to process everything that just happened.
Did Enid mean it? The logical part of Wednesday insists that she didn’t. That Enid was drunk. And drunk people say things they don’t mean. Yet, the deeper, scarier, part of Wednesday doesn’t think that Enid was the type to do that. And knows that drunk people also say plenty of things they do actually mean but don’t have the courage to say sober.
She supposes it was up to the wolf now. If Enid awoke in the morning and pretended none of this happened then…that was that.
At 2:25am Wednesday hears voices in the hall. Tanaka.
She quietly opens the door.
The vampire is currently making out with Divina against the doorway.
“Tanaka.” Wednesday whisper-yells.
Yoko frowns as she pulls back and looks over. “Addams? What is it?”
Wednesday’s eyes dart to her own room in indication. Yoko tilts her head and glances inside. Her eyebrows shoot up at the sight of Enid in Wednesday’s bed.
“You dog, I didn’t know you had it in you Addams!”
The tips of the seer’s ears go bright red. “You misunderstand. She showed up here drunk-”
“I bet she did.”
“Thinking it was your room.” Wednesday growls. “She said she lost her key.”
Yoko smirks. “So you just let her sleep in your bed?”
Wednesday clenches her jaw. “It was either that or the common area.”
“How chivalrous.”
“Can you just bring her back into your room?” The seer snaps.
“Uh no.” Yoko shakes her head. “I’m kinda drunk myself. Besides, Divina and I could use the room to ourselves if you know what I mean.”
Curse this hell they call college. Wednesday resists the urge to pull the knife from her boot out. “Tanaka, I swear-”
“Sorry Addams. But honestly I’m doing you a favor. She’ll be super happy when she wakes up.” Yoko winks.
“That is…irrelevant.”
Yoko tuts. “And here I thought you were a good liar.”
Wednesday sneers and goes for the knife in her boot now.
“Alright…” Divina steps between them and looks at the vampire. “Babe, let’s maybe not rile up the resident self-proclaimed psycho at 2am, huh?
“Fine,” Yoko huffs. “Only because I have better things to be doing right now.”
The smirk the vampire sends over her shoulder as she disappears into her dorm makes Wednesday want to gag.
Yet all she can do is reluctantly retreat back to her own room and shut the door. She’s relieved Enid doesn’t seem to have stirred at all.
It’s nearly 3am when Thing finally returns from his trip. He almost wakes up the entire dorm with his aggressive pounding when he sees Enid in the bed. Wednesday has to shove him in the bathroom closet until he pipes down.
By 3:15 the seer is quite exhausted herself. She slowly lies down on the rug on the floor. It’s not as comfortable as it looks. But she’ll manage.
She falls asleep listening to the low growls of the wolf in her bed.
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When Enid awakes, she panics at first, having absolutely no idea where she is. She hadn’t gone home with anyone last night, right? Then her wolf eyes dart around the room and she panics all over again when she realizes exactly where she is. Nope, she hadn’t gone home with anyone, but somehow had done something much much worse.
“Enid, relax.”
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Enid sits up far too quickly, causing her head to scream in protest. The sunlight was far too bright, indicating she had slept most of the morning.
A water bottle and some aspirin are held out in front of her.
Enid looks up at the braided girl before her with horror in her eyes. “Fuck.”
Wednesday bites her cheek. Slightly hurt that Enid clearly regretted last night, but determined not to show it. She continues to hold out the water and pills.
The wolf finally grabs them and swallows the pills dry before guzzling the water. She holds her head with a moan. “Oh my god. I am never drinking again.”
“Famous last words,” Wednesday mutters. So maybe she’s had too many glasses of wine once or twice too.
“Wednesday, I am so sorry-”
“If you apologize again I will be forced to move dormitories.”
“Okay, sorr-I mean, okay.”
They stay frozen in an awkward silence for a long moment. Wednesday standing there while Enid sits on the edge of her bed. Neither knowing what to say.
Enid uses the time to study the girl in front of her who was currently avoiding eye contact. Dressed in dark jeans and a black polo sweater, the raven was truly breathtaking. Her drunken brain hadn’t been wrong about that.
“T-Thank you for everything last night.” The wolf finally says.
“No need,” Wednesday responds stiffly.
“Um, I can wash your clothes and the sheets.” Enid mumbles. “Plus I think I still owe you some drycleaning.”
“It’s fine. Thing enjoys doing laundry.”
“Thing?”
The disembodied hand appears on the desk.
“Oh…hi.” Enid waves in slightly disturbed confusion. The hand waves aggressively back, looking smug in a way the wolf doesn’t understand.
He starts signing something to Wednesday. Ask her-
The seer quickly shoves him in the desk drawer.
“Tanaka came back last night,” Wednesday says evenly.
“Oh!”
“With Divina.”
“Oh.” Enid wrinkles her nose. She’d have to make sure to disinfect the room.
“Indeed. Though I heard the siren leave this morning.”
“That’s good.”
Enid’s eyes dart around as more and more from the previous night come flooding back to her. God, what was wrong with her? First she had barged in on Wednesday and nearly collapsed on her. Then muttered about how hot and smart she was and basically confessed her feelings. Then kissed her cheek. Then said she missed her.
Was she trying to get herself murdered?
“Um, Wednesday, about last night…”
“Yes?” The hopefulness in the raven’s voice is almost too evident.
“I…I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
Wednesday frowns in confusion. She wasn’t sure what she was expecting, but that wasn’t it.
The wolf continues on. “If I did, I’m really sorry. I just ramble when I’m nervous, you know? Especially when drunk. And I say things I don’t mean-”
Wednesday barely conceals her wince in time.
“I mean, not that I don’t mean them!” Enid tries to clarify. “I just…don’t have a filter on them. And I didn’t mean to make things weird or anything. Though I feel like I kinda did anyway, so…yeah. Sorry.”
“I see.”
“Do you?” Enid asks once more, the earnest hope still shining through.
Wednesday nods and goes to open the door. “I believe you can return to your room now.”
Enid’s heart falls to her stomach. “Oh. Okay.”
She picks up her things and trudges to the door. She glances at the braided girl one last time with a small sad smile. “Thanks, Wednesday.”
The seer doesn’t respond and lets the door close as soon as the wolf exits.
Enid walks across the hall and knocks on her own door.
Yoko yanks it open. “Wooh! Look at you wolfie! Walk of shame in your girl’s clothes-”
Enid pushes past her friend and flops on her bed. Yoko frowns and goes to sit beside her. The wolf doesn’t tell her what happened, but Yoko rubs her back all the same.
------------------------------------------
“I’m not being stupid!” Wednesday growls at Thing, throwing a knife at him while packing up her bag.
He taps in disagreement. It had been 2 days since the incident, and he is 110% sure that the seer was being incredibly stupid.
“I’ve told you this discussion is over-”
A knock disrupts their argument.
Thing shakes happily and scuttles out the window. Only one person would dare knock on Wednesday Addams’ door.
The seer knows this too. Which is why she suddenly feels light-headed from lack of ability to inhale air.
She debates ignoring it. Pretending she’s not there. Yet she knows that would be pointless. Her light was on, and the wolf clearly knew she was there. Besides, maybe, just maybe, she missed Enid too.
The door is opened.
“Yoko claims I’m being stupid.”
The raven stares at the wolf in front of her. Noticing she’s wearing jeans with Wednesday’s black t-shirt from the other night. “I don’t see how that’s relevant to me.”
Enid takes a bold step forward. “Because she claims I’m being stupid thinking that you letting me into your dorm, sharing your clothes, and offering me your bed, was just you being nice.”
“I’m not nice,” Wednesday says automatically, resisting the urge to take a step back.
The wolf nods. “That’s what Yoko said too.”
“I still fail to see any relevance here.”
“She claims I’m being stupid for believing you don’t see this the way I do. For thinking you don’t-don’t feel the same. Like…” Enid inhales deeply. “Romantic wise.”
A tense beat follows.
Enid rubs the back of her neck. “So, um, is she right? Am I being stupid?”
Wednesday just stares back in stunned silence. Thing would never let her live this down.
After a while, Enid just laughs wryly. “Right, yeah. See? I wasn’t being stupid. You’re not interested like that. Of course. I should go tell her-”
“The serial killer is suspected to have caused a break in at Danvers Asylum last night.”
Enid blinks. “Come again?”
“I’m going there now.” Wednesday shifts nervously. “If you…wish to accompany me.”
The wolf gapes at the raven. “Are…are you asking me on a date to an asylum?"
Warning alarms go off in Wednesday’s head. “N-No I was just-”
“Because if you are,” Enid takes a step closer. Close enough to get a whiff of that spring rain scent from the other night. “I would definitely say yes.”
Wednesday swallows thickly, eyes darting to the small smirk on the blonde’s lips that were tantalizingly close. She doesn’t give into the pull though. Not yet.
She takes a small step past the wolf and out the door. A smirk on her own lips now.
“Come on then. I believe you owe me a coffee too.”