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#1
Enid blames Edgar Allen Poe.
Because without him, she could’ve had a normal high school experience. Could’ve dated Ajax or Bruno, and maybe even married one of them someday. Could’ve finally fit in with her pack.
Could’ve been happy.
But no.
Poe just had to exist. And he just had to have a statue at Nevermore. And Enid just had to find Wednesday sitting under it.
And suddenly, all possibilities of happiness in Enid’s future go out the window.
“What are you doing down here?”
Wednesday quickly looks away from the statue toward her approaching roommate. “Hiding.”
Enid should’ve slowed down. Should’ve tripped. Should’ve done anything to save herself from the messy future that lay beyond the next few seconds.
But she doesn’t.
Instead she bends over and grabs Wednesday’s arm to pull her to her feet.
Just as the seer begins to stand up on her own.
The result is predictable.
And wholly inevitable abominable.
A collision.
Of foreheads. And noses. And…lips.
“Ow!” Enid exclaims, jerking back and rubbing her forehead. The initial pain fades quickly, but that only reveals a another sensation. A sensation that grows as the seconds tick by.
The tingling of her lips.
Holy shit.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” Enid’s voice soars into a high-pitched squeak as panic sets in. She instinctively licks her lips, but then immediately regrets it. Unwittingly reminded of the weight that had been pressed against them only moments ago. “I didn’t mean to pull you up that harshly! Sometimes I forget about my werewolf strength. And I shouldn’t have touched you in general. I know you don’t like it. I was just excited about our Poe Cup win and-”
“Enid.”
The werewolf stops her anxious rambling to finally look at her roommate.
Wednesday is standing there, appearing as unfazed as ever. As if they didn’t just knock heads hard enough to give them both a concussion. As if they didn’t just taste each other’s lips.
As if they didn’t just reach some predestined point in time.
Except wait, Wednesday doesn’t look completely unfazed. Her freckles are darker. As are her eyes.
And oh god, this is how Enid dies, isn’t it? She can see the tombstone now.
Here lies Enid Sinclair. Killed by the glare of the girl who accidentally stole her first kiss.
At least she’d die knowing what it felt like to kiss Wednesday Addams. Wait, what?
“S-Sorry!” Enid squeaks again. “I’ll leave you alone. In fact, I can just move out. Yeah, I’ll just go to the room and pack and-”
“Why would you do that?” Wednesday cuts in sharply. And if Enid didn’t know any better, she swears she sees a flash of alarm go through the seer’s eyes. Which wouldn’t make any sense.
“B-Because I just-we just…um…”
“It was a simple miscalculation of distance,” Wednesday says evenly. As if describing an error on the school lunch menu and not the craziest thing that had happened in Enid’s 16 years of existence.
“R-Right.”
A miscalculation of distance. Not exactly how she planned to have her first kiss. Then again, she never planned on meeting Wednesday Addams.
“Why did you come back here?” the seer asks with a raised eyebrow, already seeming to have moved on from accidental pressing of lips.
“Oh! Um…” Enid wracks her brain, trying to remember what was going on in her life before exactly one and a half minutes ago. “The girls want to know if you want to hang out later?”
Wednesday’s ensuing scowl is predictable at least. Which somehow calms the wolf’s nerves, and allows her to fall back into the rhythm they’ve tentatively built the last few weeks as new roommates.
“Oh come on, it won’t kill you,” Enid implores with a tilt of her head.
The raven stops to look at her. And Enid is struck by the unusual softness in brown eyes that she’s never seen Wednesday give anyone else.
Or maybe her brain is just imaging things after being completely rewired a few minutes ago.
“I’ll think about it.”
The wolf knows that’s as good as she’s going to get. So she nods with a smile and bounds off toward her friends, determined to put the awkwardness behind her. Determined to still be happy.
Not realizing that is no longer a possibility. Not truly.
Wednesday watches her go.
She doesn’t join Enid and her friends later. But she also hadn’t been lying.
She does think about the kiss.
#2
Enid blames Charles Dickens for the next one.
Because without him, there would be no Uriah Heep. No local taxidermy shop Nevermore students would be forced to volunteer at. No reason for Wednesday to come up to her and demand they swap assignments.
“But Wednesday,” the wolf huffs. “This is not a fair trade! Why would I agree to spend the entire day at some dumpy emporium-”
“Because Ajax is going to be volunteering there.” The seer holds up her assignment card. “But if you’re not interested.”
“No!” Enid grabs her roommate’s envelope. “Oh my god, thank you! You’re the best!”
What happens next is entirely Dickens’ fault. And maybe a tiny bit of her inner wolf’s fault. And maybe also a lot of Wednesday’s fault.
Because when Enid shakes the seer’s shoulders and leans in excitedly, the girl is supposed to be immovable. Or even be disgruntled in that typical Wednesday fashion. She is not supposed to let her head just get jostled around.
And she is definitely not supposed to let her lips land on Enid’s. Again.
It lasts for .2 seconds. With the momentum of the wolf’s shaking bringing Wednesday’s mouth to hers and back before either of them even realize what happened.
It’s so brief, that it almost could’ve been imagined, if not for the stunned looks on both of their faces. Which Wednesday quickly sweeps away under a guise of neutrality.
“Um, s-sorry!” Enid yelps, wrenching her hands back from the raven as if burned. “I-I’m gonna-”
She bolts off toward Uriah’s Heap before she can make more of a fool of herself. Suddenly desperate to go flirt with Ajax. To live a normal teenage life.
Wednesday watches her go again. Wondering why she’s now regretting setting Enid up to spend the entire day alone with the gorgon.
Perhaps she should buy a nailgun. Just in case.
III
By the third time, Enid is already out of literary legends to blame.
“You’re back,” Wednesday mutters, not looking up from her typewriter as the door to the room opens with an already recognizable flourish.
The werewolf doesn’t respond. Causing the raven to frown and glance at her watch.
“It’s early.” Wednesday finally turns in her chair to look back at her roommate.
“Is it?” Enid asks tiredly, shrugging off her jacket and slipping on a sweatshirt.
Wednesday doesn’t even realize she’s gotten up until she’s standing in the middle of the room. Arms tense by her sides. “What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“That seems unlikely.”
“Ever the literalist,” the wolf grumbles.
“Enid.”
The girl sighs. “Ajax stood me up.”
“I’ll get my nailgun-”
“What? No!” Enid grabs her roommate’s arm before she can stalk away. Though quickly let’s go when the seer glances at her hand.
“He is deserving of a nail in his chest, is he not?” Wednesday asks in all seriousness.
“No! I mean, maybe.” The werewolf huffs and rubs her face.
Before Wednesday can question further, Enid strides to their window and pushes it open to step onto the balcony.
She looks up at the blue moon.
Another month without wolfing out. And a failed first date to boot. Fantastic.
“You are upset,” Wednesday comments, stepping onto the balcony as well.
Enid can’t help but snort a bit. “I mean, at least you figured that out quicker than last time.”
Wednesday scowls, though Enid can’t help but think it looks more like a pout. An adorable one. And okay, stop, she’s supposed to be upset about Ajax, right?
“That gorgon is not worth your misery.”
The werewolf looks over at her roommate in surprise. Was that an attempt at making her feel better? Or was that…something else? Probably neither.
“I know,” Enid mumbles, picking at her nails. “I just…liked him.”
“Why?”
A blink. “Um, he’s cute, I guess?”
“Is that all?” Wednesday says apathetically. And okay, Enid can definitely hear the bitterness in the tone now. Perhaps the seer is mad about not getting to use her nailgun.
“Um? Yes? I mean, and he’s nice?” Even as she says it, she realizes how dumb it sounds.
“That hardly seems anything to be upset over,” the raven says bluntly.
“Ugh. Maybe. I don’t know.” Enid sighs and looks at the moon again. “I guess I just wanted to experience some sort of first, you know? Like if I can’t wolf out, I thought I could at least have my first date. Maybe even my first kiss. But guess I can’t have those either.”
It’s only when Wednesday tenses ever so slightly next to her that she realizes what she just said.
“I mean, not that I haven’t had my first kiss!” Enid exclaims, thinking of that painful crashing of lips a few weeks ago by the Poe statue. And the moment earlier that afternoon by Uriah’s Heap. “I just mean, my first real one. Not that those weren’t real! I just mean like, my first, intentional one?”
“Enid.”
“Yes?” the wolf squeaks. She’s two seconds away from running into the room and hiding under her bed in embarrassment. The only thing that stops her is the uncharacteristically hesitant expression on the seer’s face.
Brown eyes flit from side to side, screaming Wednesday’s discomfort. “If you wish to experience your first kiss. Perhaps I could…oblige.”
“What??” Enid’s jaw nearly falls off the balcony. “A-Are you offering to kiss me? Like for real? Like, on purpose?”
The seer’s cheeks flush scarlett, highlighting her freckles under the moonlight. “Well as you said. We have already shared an incidental first kiss. So it would only be logical for us to get rid of the ambiguity once and for all.”
“Of course you would make it logical,” the wolf mumbles, mind still spinning.
“If you do not wish to then-”
“No, no take backs.” Enid holds up a finger. Then nervously drops it. “I mean, unless you want to, of course.”
“I’m an Addams. I never take anything back,” Wednesday states firmly. Though internally she’s very much considering rescinding the offer. Not because the idea of kissing Enid for real is so awful. On the contrary, it sounds…intriguing. Which is exactly why she’s panicking about it now.
“Right. Okay, um, how do you want to do this?”
Wednesday raises an eyebrow.
“I mean, s-should I hold your hand? Or your face? Or-Or-”
“Whatever you prefer,” Wednesday mutters, silently hoping the wolf chooses her face just to cover up the heat on her cheeks.
“Y-Yeah, okay.” Enid feels almost dizzy, glancing between brown eyes and dark lips nervously.
“Enid, we do not have to-”
“No, I want to-”
“Really? Because you-”
Wednesday is cut off by warm, soft lips on her own. And hands that cup her cheeks gently. As if the wolf read her mind about her previous wish.
Her eyes flutter closed on instinct.
It’s only a simple press of lips. Hardly any movement, and certainly no opening of mouths. But it’s already infinitely better than the two accidental ones they’ve shared previously. And even those hadn’t seemed so bad to Wednesday. (A conclusion she begrudgingly came to after replaying their first kiss in her mind on a nightly basis).
But before Wednesday even feels like she has time to respond, the wolf is already pulling back. Leaving the seer’s lips and cheeks suddenly feeling cold in the night air.
“Um, okay.” Enid swallows thickly, resisting the urge to immediately lick her lips. Because how did Wednesday make black coffee taste good? “T-That was…”
“Adequate?” Wednesday asks, accidentally sounding earnest.
“Yeah! Yeah.” Enid nods rapidly and gives a thumbs up. “Perfectly, um, adequate first kiss! Uh, thanks, Wednesday.”
The werewolf all but runs back into their dorm and crashes onto her bed. Pulling the covers over her face.
In the privacy of her blankets, she finally raises her hand to her lips.
The feeling is exactly how she pictured it. The tingling. The warmth.
But she’s not giddy. Not happy.
She’s just…well, she doesn’t really know.
#4?
Wednesday isn’t sure how she thought this would go, but she can confidently say this would not have been her first guess.
Enid wakes up the next morning as if nothing happened. Which is fine. Perfect even. Wednesday doesn’t want to discuss the kiss either. It was only a deal after all. Enid wanted her first kiss and Wednesday provided it. Purely transactional.
But as the days tick by without so much as an inadvertent slip from the wolf, Wednesday starts to wonder if she just fabricated the whole event. Because if she knew anything about Enid Sinclair, it’s that the girl could talk about anything and everything, no matter how weird or awkward.
Yet Enid acts as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And maybe it hadn’t. Maybe Wednesday had mistakenly conflated the importance of one’s first kiss. And the importance of whom it was shared with.
It’s not until three weeks later, when Wednesday has fully compartmentalized the entire ordeal (sort of), that the slip up finally occurs.
“Our first roomie shopping spree!”
“Well I have more pressing business than worrying about a stupid dress for a dance I don’t even want to attend,” Wednesday grumbles.
“But I thought we were bonding?” Enid pouts.
The seer almost caves right there. But she’s already dreading the Rave’N, and needs to keep her social activity at the minimum until then. “I feel I’ll only slow you down. Cut me loose and go run with the pack.”
The werewolf frowns and glances at the other students headed into the shop. “Are you sure?”
A nod.
And that’s almost it.
Until blue eyes flicker down for the briefest of moments.
Wednesday stands as still as the Poe statue.
But then Enid is smiling and bounding up the steps to the store.
And Wednesday is scrambling to compartmentalize all over again.
#5
“Sooo what’s going on with you and Addams?” Yoko shouts in Enid’s ear over the loud music at the Rave’N.
“What do you mean?” Enid shouts back in a totally normal, not-at-all nervous tone.
“I mean, you’ve been staring her down all night,” the vampire says bluntly.
“No I haven’t!” the wolf exclaims in the same unnervous voice. “I’m here with Lucas.”
“Right.”
“To make Ajax jealous.”
“Totally understood.”
“Besides,” Enid rambles on, feeling the need to defend herself. “Everyone was watching her dance!”
“True.”
“Ugh! You know what? I’m going to get a drink.”
The vampire just nods and watches the wolf stumble away frantically. She has a feeling this won’t be the last time she witnesses her friend being an idiot over her roommate situation.
But Yoko isn’t one to stop the slow burn from burning.
Enid desperately needs some punch. It’s one thing for her and Wednesday to pretend to be completely normal these last few weeks. But Yoko getting involved? Nope. That’s a path she did not want to go down.
Because she’s here for Ajax. End of story.
Except that on her way to the drink table, she immediately gets distracted by a figure in the hall. A figure that her feet carry her to without even realizing it.
“OMG that dance was amazing!” The wolf slides next to Wednesday on the bench that Bianca just vacated. “You have to teach me those moves!”
“Aren’t you on the dance team?” the seer asks skeptically.
“Uh yeah, but they don’t teach us that. Everyone was watching you! Especially Tyler.”
Wednesday side eyes her roommate at the unusually sour tone surrounding the barista’s name. “I wasn’t dancing for him. Or anyone.”
“I know,” Enid smiles. “That’s what makes you so great.”
The seer’s eyebrows shoot up at the genuine compliment, and she fights back the tingle down her spine. “Xavier wouldn’t agree.”
“Well, Xavier sucks.” There’s that sourness again. “His opinion isn’t worth caring about.”
Wednesday looks incredulous. “But Ajax’s is?”
Oh, right. Him. “Uh, I don’t know. I guess not.”
The two roommates find themselves in an impromptu staring contest. Not knowing what to say, but also not wanting the other to go back into the dance hall where boys would be chasing after them.
“Wednesday-” Enid is cut off by movement in her peripheral view. Lucus sneaking out of the building looking suspicious. She sighs. Time to go ask Kent what that’s all about. She gets up to leave.
“Enid.” Now Wednesday is standing too.
“Yeah?”
The raven flounders, unsure exactly where she was going with that.
Enid tilts her head, recognizing the discomfort of the girl in front of her. “You look really pretty, Wednesday.”
The werewolf doesn’t know where those words came from. She also doesn’t know why she leans in to press a quick kiss on Wednesday’s blushing cheek.
But she runs off before she can contemplate those questions further.
Luckily, the blood rain stunt is enough to distract the roommates from any awkward interactions later.
Plus Enid kisses Ajax. Finally.
And she thinks her life is back on track.
#6(ish)
Enid sighs against soft lips on her own. Running her fingertips over smooth cheeks. Feeling a familiar sense of warmth spreading through her bones.
When the other person finally pulls away, her eyes flutter open. “Ajax-”
Shit.
Not Ajax.
Nope.
Dark hair and dark eyes, yes. But two braids instead of snakes. And a piercing gaze that said more with one look than Ajax could say in a lifetime.
“Shit!”
Enid sits straight up in bed, claws extended. She quickly glances at the other side of the room, relieved that the seer is nowhere to be found.
Ever since her kiss with Ajax the other night, she’d been having more and more dreams about her roommate. Which made no sense. Because Ajax is perfect for her, right?
Nevermind the fact that her claws came out the second their lips touched. Or that the hours they spent making out failed to trigger even half of what she felt from a simple press of Wednesday’s lips. Or that she had declined Ajax’s initial offer to go exclusive right away.
She just had to get used to dating is all. Used to kissing boys.
Besides, at least kissing Ajax made her…happy.
The door opens abruptly.
“Our parents are here,” Wednesday says in disdain.
“Oh. Great.”
The raven tilts her head at the already frazzled look on the wolf’s face. “I can bring my nailgun if you’d like.”
Enid smiles softly at the offer. “I’ll be okay.”
She can think about getting used to kissing boys later. But now, she has to go face Esther.
Luckily, she’s learned a lot these last few months. Like how to stand up for herself and her worth.
Thanks to her…roommate.
Seven (minutes in...)
Enid is pissed. And terrified. But mainly pissed.
“This is officially the worst girl’s night out ever!” Enid yells as she chases after her roommate in the Gates’ mansion.
Or the worst date ever. From Tyler’s point of view, of course. Ew.
“The dumbwaiter, go!” Wednesday shoves the werewolf into the contraption and climbs in after her.
The Hyde is right behind.
“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Enid is practically hyperventilating. She knew Wednesday was going to cause her all sorts of trouble when they first met. But she never thought it would be to the degree of getting hunted by a monster in a haunted mansion. A very naive supposition now that she looks back at it.
“Enid.” The seer glances over at her roommate, looking annoyingly calm. She holds up a finger to her lips in a plea for silence.
“W-Wednesday- AH!”
The Hyde scrapes at the door.
Wednesday pulls off her snood and wraps it around the latch handles.
“No, no not your snood!”
“Stop.” Wednesday shoves the wolf back.
“But-”
“Enid-”
“The snood isn’t gonna keep that thing out!” Enid whisper yells. “So you may as well keep it!”
The Hyde pounds on the door again.
“Stop panicking,” Wednesday says evenly. Though she’s feeling slightly frantic as well. More for Enid’s safety than her own. Which she chooses not to dwell on right now.
“Stop panicking???” Enid screeches. “Why don’t you start panicking! There’s nowhere for us to go! And that thing is going to break through any second!”
“Yelling about it will not be of any use,” the seer growls.
Enid holds up a finger. “Oh don’t you dare start lecturing me when you’re the one that got us into this mess!”
The Hyde has stopped its pounding.
“Enid-”
“You tricked me into coming out here and-”
“Enid, please be quiet-”
“Brought freaking Tyler along with us and-”
“Enid, stop-”
“Still have the audacity to-”
Wednesday is out of options.
She leans forward and presses her lips to the werewolf’s.
The dumbwaiter goes blissfully silent. Except for a surprised squeak.
Then Enid kisses back.
And oh. Wednesday hadn’t planned this out well at all.
Because the last thing you’re supposed to do is turn your back on your opponent. But suddenly she finds herself twisting more fully to face her roommate. Pressing closer, chasing the strawberry taste that had been haunting her dreams for weeks.
Then the rope snaps.
Enid screams against Wednesday’s lips the entire way down.
They tumble out of the dumbwaiter.
And Enid runs off as soon as they’re free of the mansion.
Then runs off again to Yoko’s room.
After giving a lecture about “what friends do”.
Wednesday supposes that says everything about the kiss there is to say.
#8
You’re back. Thing signs in relief as he sees Enid waltz into the room, red bag in tow. Please say it’s for good.
Enid drops her bag and goes over to the desk where Thing sits. “I missed you too, bestie. How are you feeling?”
Nothing a few stitches won’t fix.
“You were stabbed.”
The hand shrugs.
Enid shakes her head and glances over at the empty side of the room.
Thing answers the unasked question. She’s on a date with Tyler.
Despite having a strong stomach as a wolf, Enid suddenly feels the urge to vomit. “Tyler? But he’s…”
He’s…?
“Not good?” the wolf mutters ineloquently.
What makes you say that?
Enid’s cheeks go red. “I don’t know. Instincts?”
Definitely not anything else.
Thing looks as disbelieving as a hand can look, but doesn’t comment further. Okay, well, I’m going to rest.
Enid nods, eager to move the conversation along. “I’ll be here.”
The hand scuttles into a drawer to sleep while the wolf begins unpacking her things.
She thinks back to a few days ago when Wednesday kissed her. For the first time being the one to initiate it. Which is crazy since that meant they had kissed multiple times at this point.
And still not talked about it.
At least Enid had an excuse this time. She’d been mad as hell after their Gates mansion excursion. Mad that Wednesday tricked her. Mad that they almost died. And most of all, mad that the only thing she had been able to think about since is the kiss.
Stupid Poe statue.
Wednesday shows up a few minutes later.
“Thing said he missed you,” the seer murmurs after it’s been established Enid is back for good.
“I missed him too.”
Enid wonders if now is an appropriate time to repeat what happened in the dumbwaiter.
But then she thinks of Tyler.
“Thing may have blabbed about your date. So, how did it go?” The werewolf puts on her most convincing, nosy smile, as if the question didn’t make her insides burn.
Wednesday thinks of a million things to say. It was torture. It was out of obligation. It was not who I wanted to be with.
But then she thinks of Ajax.
“It was…interrupted.”
Another impromptu staring session occurs. And Enid wonders if she’s really about to say what she’s about to say.
“Well, I heard Tyler’s working the late shift.”
She winces as the words leave her lips. Welp.
Wednesday frowns, feeling an overwhelming sense of disappointment at the thinly veiled suggestion. But if Enid wanted her to go see Tyler then she supposes she could…try it.
20 minutes later, and Wednesday regrets ever trying it. Because now she’s running through the abandoned streets of Jericho, desperate to get away from the dormant monster currently sweeping up The Weathervane.
She stumbles through the gates of the school. Eyes wide. Heart pounding. Lips burning like they’ve been dipped in acid, and not in a good way.
Of course Tyler is the Hyde.
Of course she had kissed him.
She can almost hear the gossip now.
Wednesday Addams. Has a thing for monsters.
How dreadful.
She climbs the outdoor steps to her dorm window. And without meaning to, her hand connects with the balcony railing when she reaches the top.
Her head snaps back for the second time that night.
She’s kissing Tyler again.
No. Not Tyler. Enid.
Their first kiss on the balcony all those months ago.
And unlike her vision of Tyler as the Hyde. There’s no blood. No horror. No regret.
Just warmth.
Her head snaps back up. Eyes still wide.
Perhaps monsters were her type after all.
Just not Hydes.
#9
Wednesday looks around her room one last time.
Less than a year at Nevermore. Not nearly long enough to develop any sort of attachment to the place. And yet…
“So we’re gonna-”
Enid steps forward with her arms outstretched.
Wednesday steps back.
She doesn’t know why. Because all she longed for is one last brush of the shoulder. One last squeeze of the arm. One last anything.
But it’s time to leave such foolish endeavors behind. Nothing would’ve come from it should she have stayed anyway.
Meanwhile, Enid’s chest pangs at the rejection. Good thing she already had an excuse to be crying. “You’re right. Not hugging is kinda our thing.”
The irony is painful. Because it’s true. They had never really embraced.
Wednesday nods once and walks out the door. Eager to get away before she does something ridiculously sentimental.
Enid watches her go.
Then settles for placing a goodbye kiss on Wednesday’s cello case.
#10
The hug is better than the kisses.
Because it’s intentional.
Not experimental. Not confusing. Not fleeting.
Just them.
By the time they break apart, much of the student body has already started to make their way back to the school.
“Enid, you coming?” Ajax calls, holding out his hand.
The werewolf feels Wednesday stiffen beside her. “Oh um, I think I’m just going to go back to my dorm.”
“You sure?” Ajax asks. “You look like you should go to the infirmary.”
“I’m fine. Wednesday can patch me up.” Enid doesn’t know why she says it. Because they definitely hadn’t talked about it, among other things. But she just needs something to get the gorgon off her back.
Ajax shrugs. “Alright. I’ll text you.”
Enid barely hides a wince. “Right.”
She ignores the piercing look Yoko gives her as the rest of the group trudges off. Leaving the two roommates alone by the gate.
“I-I’m sorry,” Enid stutters.
Wednesday tilts her head. “For what?”
“I don’t know. Ajax?”
“He is of no consequence,” Wednesday says in a tone that definitely implies consequence.
Enid shakes her head, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole right now. “Well either way, we probably should go to the infirmary. Your shoulder looks pretty bad.”
“I’m fine.”
The wolf sighs. “Alright. But you’re showering first when we get back. You smell like dead pilgrim.”
Wednesday surprisingly doesn’t argue.
After they return to their dorm and shower, Enid sits on her bed with a heavy sigh. She had finally wolfed out. And fought off a Hyde. She should be exhilarated. Maybe Esther and the pack would accept her now.
Yet all she can think about is how Tyler had been seconds away from scratching Wednesday’s face off before she got there.
She’s jolted from her thoughts when the seer stands in front of her with the first aid kit. “Wends, I’m really fine. Werewolf healing.”
Wednesday chooses to ignore the new nickname. “The cuts on your neck are bleeding.”
Enid frowns as she lifts her hand up to feel them. “Oh.”
The raven moves to set the kit on the ground.
“Wait, sit here,” the werewolf gestures to the spot on the bed next to her.
Wednesday hesitates for a moment before finally sitting down. She opens the kit and pulls out the necessary supplies, including a disinfectant and cloth.
“This will sting.”
“No kidding- OW!” Enid hisses as the rag is unceremoniously pressed to her neck.
“I told you.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
Wednesday’s eyes soften ever so slightly as she pulls back the cloth. “You finally wolfed out.”
Enid smiles. “I did.”
For me. “How did it feel?”
“Like my body was being ripped apart.”
Wednesday does that adorable pout/frown thing.
“But don’t worry, I’m fine now.” Enid says quickly. Especially after that hug.
The raven shifts uncomfortably and grabs a bandage. “I owe you a thank you.”
The wolf snorts. “Do you?”
A nod.
Enid shrugs. “It’s nothing. Just…what friends do.”
The steady hands applying the bandage nearly slip.
“Anyway,” Enid rushes on. “You’re the real hero. You saved the school!”
“Hardly.”
“Definitely.”
“No.”
The seer finishes wrapping the wolf’s wounds.
“They’re gonna scar pretty bad, aren’t they?” Enid whispers quietly.
Wednesday frowns in confusion. “Is that not what you’d prefer?”
“Not everyone likes scars, Wends.”
“But they are a mark of victory.”
“Yeah. Okay.” The wolf looks down at her hands.
Wednesday sits completely still for so long that Enid considers getting up just to break the silence.
But then a soft, hesitant hand is on her cheek. Guiding her chin upward.
Wednesday studies the wolf’s face intently. The glow of blue eyes. The scratches on her cheek. The cut just above her lip.
And without even realizing, she begins leaning forward.
“W-Wednesday,” Enid stutters out, unsure if she should stop the seer or lean in further. Because Ajax is still a thing. Kinda. Unofficially. But Ajax isn’t this.
The raven makes no move to stop though. Just gets closer and closer.
Until cool, soft lips meet Enid’s…cheek. Right over the freshly bandaged wounds.
It’s lingering, but not long. And all too soon the seer is pulling away.
But her hand stays put just a second longer after her lips have departed. Thumb brushing the wolf’s cheek with a feather-light touch.
Enid’s eyes flutter closed.
“Your scars are nothing to be ashamed of, Enid.” Wednesday’s tone is softer than ever.
The wolf’s eyes snap back open as the hand leaves her cheek. But the brown orbs staring back at her don’t drift away.
“Yeah, okay,” Enid repeats. Breathlessly.
She believes it this time.
#11-20
Wednesday isn’t sure when they decided it, but cheek kisses are now a thing.
When Enid leaves to go hang with Yoko.
When Wednesday sneaks off to the morgue.
When Enid comes back with the news the school has been shut down early.
Wednesday never initiates them. Lacking the courage to do so.
But she never pulls away.
And sometimes, she even waits for them.
#21
Enid sighs as the last of Wednesday’s items are taken away by Lurch. Their room is now empty, aside from the light that comes through their split window. She goes to stand in front of it, facing her roommate.
“I can’t believe the school year’s already over.”
“It was eventful I suppose.” Wednesday looks out at the balcony. In more ways than one.
The wolf smiles ruefully. “Come visit me in San Francisco?"
“I’ll think about it.”
Enid gulps at the words. Remembering back to the day of Poe Cup all those months ago. So much had changed in such a short amount of time. Like Wednesday going from her roommate who she sometimes awkwardly got along with, to her friend.
Best friend.
“Bye, Wednesday,” Enid murmurs, taking a step forward.
The seer doesn’t step back.
Wolfing out must’ve done something. Must’ve heightened Enid’s bravery. Or stupidity.
Because instead of going in for a hug, Enid cups the sides of Wednesday’s neck and kisses her softly.
Deliberately.
And Wednesday kisses back.
For about two seconds.
Before all of the werewolf’s courage disappears out the window. And suddenly she’s running out the door.
Missing how she leaves behind a frozen Wednesday Addams. Hand still raised in the air where she was about to tug Enid closer.
Because for all that had changed this semester, one thing had not. They still weren’t going to talk about it.
Enid officially breaks off her unofficial thing with Ajax later that day. Even though he made her happy.
She thinks she can find someone that makes her even happier.
When she gets back to San Francisco, Esther is waiting. Not with pride or acceptance. But with pamphlets.
Werewolf camp.
Wednesday doesn’t get to visit.
And Enid stumbles into the person that’s going to make her happier.
Bruno.