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“Yoko, please tell me you’re almost done with the eyeliner. It feels like you’ve been applying it for thirty minutes,” Enid whined.
She was sitting on Yoko’s bed, the other girl doing her makeup. She had asked to get ready for the dance in her room to avoid seeing Wednesday. Enid had insisted that they get ready separately to surprise each other.
After Wednesday had told her she already had an outfit for the dance, and that it was a surprise, she figured she might as well do the same. So she had gone out with Yoko and Ajax to buy an outfit for the dance two days ago. Luckily she had found the perfect thing.
A dark red v-neck jumpsuit, which she had paired with some short black heels. It was simple, but effective, and should match whatever Wednesday had chosen to wear.
“You can’t rush perfection. If you want to look good for your girl then you’re going to have to sit through my makeup process,” Yoko told her.
Enid felt a blush begin to form at Yoko calling Wednesday ‘her girl’. It was true, at least to everyone around them, but it never failed to make her feel some type of way when people referred to them dating.
“Oh my god of course you’re blushing, you’re so fucking gone for her it’s ridiculous. I still can’t believe she’s actually dating you, you guys are such opposites,” Yoko teased. “I knew Xavier didn’t need his twelve-step plan. You two managed to get together all on your own without his stupid interventions.”
Enid’s brain screeched to a halt.
“What?” She asked. Yoko’s hand stopped moving and Enid blinked her eyes open at the other girl. “Xavier had a plan to get us together?”
“Well, yeah. I guess Wednesday must’ve told him, like, how she feels about you. So he and Thing came up with some convoluted scheme that I don’t even remember the details of. He just kept asking me about you during the Nightshade meetings earlier this semester and I figured something was up. He told me the whole deal. But then like two weeks later you were telling me about how you and Wednesday got together, so they called it off.”
Enid was reeling. If...if Xavier and Thing had planned to get them together that meant two things.
One, was that Xavier wasn’t a threat to Enid at all. In fact, he was probably more of an ally than anything else. Which made her feel a bit better. Her inner wolf may have wanted to kill him out of jealousy, but the human side of her was still very much against it.
The other thing it meant was that he had thought that Wednesday had feelings for her. Before the fake dating scheme. Because he had asked Yoko about her...before Wednesday came to her about the plan.
And if Thing was involved...that meant it was all the more likely Xavier wasn’t making it up. Thing knew pretty much everything about Wednesday, he was easily her best friend. So if Wednesday had feelings for someone, he would’ve known.
She thought back to how enthusiastically Thing had helped her plan the fake date (was it even fake?) for Wednesday, how heavily he encouraged her to tell Wednesday about her feelings. She assumed he was just being his usual, hopeless romantic self.
But then she thought back to how touchy Wednesday had become, how it was her idea to keep the charade up in their room, how little the other girl had been insulting her music or outfit choices the last few weeks.
Then she thought back to that moment after their duel. Where it seemed like Wednesday had been about to say something, but Enid had panicked and interrupted her. It had felt like a moment to her, but she was so caught up in the idea that Wednesday would never feel like that about her, that she never stopped to think about the obvious.
What if she did?
“Enid, I really did not think telling you that would make you catatonic. Please promise me you won’t pass out, I do not feel like dealing with your scary ass girlfriend if you do,” Yoko pleaded.
Enid slowly blinked, finally focusing back on her friend.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s just finish getting ready,” she said.
Yoko shrugged and went back to doing Enid’s makeup. Enid sat there, lost in thought about her potential discovery.
She was going to have a word with Thing when they were done.
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“Thing! Get out here, I need to talk to you!” Enid banged on the door to their room.
After a moment, the door opened slightly and Thing came out. She closed the door behind him and gestured for him to follow her as she walked a bit down the hallway. She knew Wednesday was inside and she really did not want her to hear this conversation.
But she needed to know if her suspicions were correct.
“Thing. I have a question. I know you’re loyal to Wednesday, but I need an honest answer. Does she have feelings for me? Like, romantically?” Enid hesitantly asked.
Thing didn’t move.
“Thing, please. You know I have feelings for her too, I just need to know. I need to know if this has all been fake or if...or if there’s a chance to make it real,” Enid begged.
He still didn’t move for a moment. Finally he signed to her.
Enid felt like her heart was going to burst through her chest as Thing confirmed exactly what she had thought. She let out a shaky exhale, clenching her fists to keep herself calm.
“Thing, I love you. I think...I think I’m going to do something about it. Tonight. If we can make this real, I don’t want to wait,” Enid told him.
He slapped the ground excitedly a few times, finally sending her an enthusiastic thumbs up before signing again.
“Yes, you can go finish helping Wednesday. Tell her I’ll see her downstairs, okay?”
Thing scuttled off back to their room, leaving Enid standing in the hallway. She grinned to herself before heading back to Yoko’s room.
Tonight was certainly going to be a night to remember.
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Enid shuffled on her feet. She and Yoko were waiting outside the doors to the ballroom. They had been there for about five minutes and both girls were starting to get antsy waiting for their dates.
Finally, someone called out to them. Both girls perked up at the sound, but Enid deflated when she realized it was Divina.
“Hey Yoko. You look incredible,” Divina said.
“Thanks, so do you. Do you want to head in?” Yoko asked, pressing a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.
Enid looked away, searching for Wednesday again. Still nothing. She sighed.
“Enid, will you be okay out here or do you want us to wait with you?”
She looked back at her two friends, who were waiting by the doors expectantly. She plastered a grin on her face before responding.
“No, I’ll be fine. I’m sure she’s almost here.”
Yoko and Divina glanced at each other before Yoko shrugged.
“Okay, if you’re sure. You have my number if you need anything.”
Enid watched the two girls walk into the dance and sighed again. She was starting to worry Wednesday was standing her up. Or maybe...
She hadn’t wanted to think about it but maybe the stalker had made a move. What if Wednesday was ambushed? What if she-
Oh. Well, there was Wednesday walking towards her.
That was the only thought that registered before her mind blue screened (which seemed to happen a lot when she was around Wednesday).
Wednesday was wearing a dress made of crushed black velvet, with sheer sleeves that had various silver designs all over them. It was incredible and Enid felt herself turn red at the sight of her.
At least she’d match her outfit.
As Wednesday approached her, she tried to think of anything to say, but her mind was still pretty much blank. She was afraid if she tried to speak nothing but gibberish would come out.
“A jumpsuit? You’re full of surprises,” Wednesday said, coming to a stop in front of her.
Enid’s mouth opened, but the only thing that came out was an almost strangled sort of sound. She had been right, she supposed, it was basically gibberish.
After a moment she found some part of her brain to respond to her roommate.
“Yeah, well. I thought it was a good look.”
Wednesday gave her a long, slow once-over and Enid felt like hot liquid was being poured directly down her spine (Wednesday would’ve loved that thought, some distant part of her brain thought).
“Yes, it is. You look incredible.”
Enid’s eyes almost popped out of her head. God Wednesday was actually flirting with her. This wasn’t part of the fake dating at all, was it? This was straight-up (well, not straight) classic flirting. Holy. Shit.
“Gosh, I look incredible? Wednesday you look...you look...I clearly don’t even have words for it,” Enid told her.
Wednesday looked down at her dress then back up to the blonde.
“Thank you. Thing helped me pick it out last week. I had to bribe him with a new moisturizer to not show it to you. He was quite excited,” Wednesday stated.
“Oh, is that why he’s smelled so different the last few days? I was wondering, but I thought it’d be rude to ask.”
Enid looked to the doors, where they could see the other students dancing and mingling inside. She looked back at Wednesday and offered her hand to the girl.
“You ready?” she asked.
Wednesday took her hand and tilted her head.
“Always.”
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She had seen Wednesday dance at the Rave’N, but nothing prepared her for what it was like to dance with her. She was still thinking about her conversation with Yoko and what Thing had revealed to her afterwards.
She couldn’t keep her eyes off of Wednesday. She was analyzing every move the dark-haired girl made and everything she said to her. Enid just wanted to pull her aside and kiss her now. But these things required sensitivity.
...Oh who was she kidding. She wasn’t one for sensitivity when she was certain about the outcome. When she was unsure about Wednesday’s feelings, of course she was careful. But now that she knew? She decided the direct approach was her best option.
“Wednesday!” she called over the music. The other girl stepped closer and raised her eyebrows in acknowledgement.
“Can we talk?”
Wednesday nodded and Enid began leading them out of the room.
Enid wanted to say Wednesday didn’t look nervous, because that wasn’t really a thing Wednesday felt. But she did. So Enid reached down to clasp their hands together, smiling reassuringly at the other girl.
When they made it outside the ballroom, Enid kept going until they were in a more secluded hallway. She really didn’t want one of their classmates coming by and ruining the whole moment.
Enid felt like her insides were twisted and knotted together. This was the moment she went for broke with Wednesday. Even though she knew what was likely to happen, it didn’t stop her mind from going to the worst case scenarios.
“Enid, is everything okay?” Wednesday asked, still holding her hand.
“Yes!” Enid burst out, too loudly for the hallway they were in. She lowered her volume. “I mean, yes, yes everything is fine. I just. I need to ask you something. And I kind of think I know the answer already, but I just want some confirmation.”
She took a moment to collect herself before continuing. “I went into this fake dating thing thinking that I was going to help my best friend. Thinking that I might get my heart broken, but that I would do anything to help you, even if it meant putting myself at risk of being hurt. But I’m starting to think that maybe I won’t have my heart broken at the end of this. Sometimes...sometimes Wednesday you look at me and I just.”
Enid stopped to take a breath.
“Sometimes you look at me and I feel like I’m the only person in the world.”
“I often feel like you are,” Wednesday added quietly.
Enid felt her heart beating nearly out of her chest, begging to just be given to the other girl, desperate to hear that her feelings were returned. There were a few beats of silence as they waited to see who was going to break down that final wall between them.
“Wednesday, do you have feelings for me? Like, romantic feelings?” Enid finally asked.
Wednesday’s eyes were dark, shining in the dim lights of the hallway, and staring directly into Enid’s as she said,
“Yes. I do.”
Enid felt the smile form on her face unconsciously. It seemed like the force of it could immediately split her cheeks apart.
“I fear that ever since we hugged, I have been...plagued by these feelings. Every time I see you, it’s like I can feel my intestines twisting and writhing like snakes. I always told myself I would never fall in love, that I would avoid my family’s curse. We Addams are cursed to utter devotion to the ones we fall in love with. The kind of devotion that moves mountains, starts wars, dims the stars. I always told myself I would never become chained to such desire, it seemed so restricting.”
Wednesday lifted Enid’s hand to her mouth and pressed a kiss to the back of it, a small smile on her lips as they left Enid’s skin.
“But ever since I realized what I felt for you, I can’t imagine anything more freeing. Loving you has made me stronger. Even as I’ve tried to fight it, I find I can’t. It’s like everything in my life revolves around you. And I do not wish to change that any time soon. You’re mi sol. My sun. It’s like you said to me once. We shouldn’t work, but we do.”
Enid really thought she was about to faint. She was feeling so much at the moment. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, beyond maybe her transformation.
Enid opened her arms and pulled Wednesday in for a crushing hug, the other girl instantly burying her face into Enid’s neck. They stayed like that, intertwined together, for a long moment. When they finally broke apart, Enid didn’t let Wednesday go very far. Touching their foreheads together, she brought her hands to the other girl’s cheeks.
“Can I kiss you now?” She whispered.
Again, Wednesday elected not to respond, but to gently join their lips together.
Enid closed her eyes. The love of her life was kissing her...had told her the most romantic things she could’ve imagined coming from her. She felt euphoric, like nothing could go wrong in that moment.
When they finally broke apart, Wednesday brought up a hand to lightly stroke Enid’s cheek.
“Wednesday, I don’t speak Spanish. You’re going to have to translate that one for me.”
Wednesday closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them she sighed.
“It feels like you’ve put me under a spell sometimes. You enchant me. And every time I learn something about you, I just feel hungry for more. I could spend my whole life learning about you,” Wednesday whispered.
God, Enid felt like she was going to explode. That was the most romantic thing she had ever heard from anyone.
“You make me feel like that too. I can’t even think about you without feeling like I’m going to burst with excitement most days. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Wednesday smiled as Enid leaned back in for another kiss.
She was right. It was a night to remember.
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Epilogue
Enid watched as Wednesday packed her typewriter away, the last thing she had left in their room.
“Are you looking forward to going home? Pugsley said he has some new explosives he’s been working on,” Enid said, sitting on her bed.
Wednesday closed the case for her typewriter and carried it over to what was left of her luggage.
“That means he’s planted them somewhere to blow me up. I look forward to it, I have been dying to use my electroshock machine again.”
“Ugh, as long as you don’t make me watch again. I love you, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to watch that,” Enid replied.
Lurch had already taken her things to the car, so the only things left were Wednesday’s. Out of all the weird, crazy things she had learned about Wednesday over the last two years of being roommates and a whole year of dating (which she still internally squealed about sometimes), she still couldn’t get over the fact that the Addams had a butler/driver.
Though really, Lurch was just as much an Addams as the rest of them, she supposed.
Enid got up and walked over to Wednesday, linking their pinkies together.
“Thank you for inviting me home with you this summer. I’m excited to see everyone again,” Enid told her quietly.
“Well, you’re basically an Addams now. If your mother wants to treat you the way she does, then she shouldn’t get the pleasure of your presence. Though, I’m still upset that you banned me from the glorious spectacle I had planned for her. It was only going to be slightly bloody,” Wednesday complained.
Enid kissed the top of her head.
“I’m sure it was, but like I've said before, I don't want my mom to be hurt. No matter how she’s treated me. Plus, we don’t want to give anyone a reason to get you expelled, we do enough of that during the school year.”
Wednesday grumbled, but Enid knew she wasn’t being serious. The threats against her mom were empty as long as Enid kept telling Wednesday no. That was one of the ways she knew Wednesday truly loved her. Sure, she was willing to threaten and maim for her, but she was also willing to hold back. She knew that was huge for Wednesday.
After last spring’s stalker debacle, where Enid being kidnapped and Wednesday going on a literal warpath to find her ended in more than a few students and Jericho citizens lodging complaints, Enid had been trying her best to keep Wednesday out of genuine trouble.
The occasional threat, the rare knife thrown near a students head, those were excusable as typical Wednesday behavior. But Enid was trying to keep the torture and maiming to extreme circumstances.
Who knew that those would pop-up so frequently at Nevermore?
Lurch came back into the room, grabbing the rest of Wednesday’s luggage.
“We’ll be out in a moment Lurch, you can stay in the car after this load,” Wednesday told him.
He grunted in response before heading back out to the car.
Enid looked around at their now empty room, as the thought of their junior year coming to a close finally hit her.
“Wednesday, we’re really going to be seniors. It feels like just yesterday we were arguing about this window,” Enid sighed wistfully.
“That’s because we were arguing about this window yesterday. You were complaining about taking down your window clings, despite the fact that we’re moving out,” Wednesday replied.
Enid rolled her eyes.
“Sue me for wanting one more night of my beautiful colored glass. Plus, you know what I meant.”
Wednesday hummed in response.
“Yes, it does feel slightly strange that we’re so close to the end of our high school years. Luckily I already know how I’m going to be spending my years after school.”
“Of course, Miss big-shot-author over here. Are you going to let me read your new Viper novel, or will I have to wait for the next release like everyone else?” Enid teased. She always read Wednesday’s new novels before they were sent to her publisher. It was a tradition at this point.
“You know you’re my favorite test subject for my novels. How could I release one that hasn’t been read by you? Even if you do faint every other chapter,” Wednesday replied.
“That’s because you insist on using the most gratuitous depictions of violence I’ve ever seen. But I love reading your novels anyways.”
Enid kissed her on the cheek before finally looking at the door.
“You ready to go home?”
Wednesday brought Enid’s hand up to her lips, pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it.
“Are you ready to become an Addams?”
The smile Enid let out was blinding.