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It started like this; Wednesday returned from the infirmary after the defeat of Crackstone and Tyler, and Enid was waiting for her.

"Wednesday! The nurse told me you asked her to not let me in." Enid accuses, but she is carefully surveying her roommates injuries as she does.

Besides, Wednesday wouldn't let anyone see her, so she's pretty sure it wasn't personal.

Wednesday sighs, dropping the bag of medicine the nurse gave her to the floor. Truth be told, she's exhausted.

"I did not let anyone in." She says, meeting Enid's frantic eyes and finally seeing the scars on her face. A pause comes over them as Wednesday looks at them. "Enid, your scars..."

Enid looks away, scratching the back of her head in embarrassment. "I know. They'll go away soon. Wolves heal quickly, especially after turning." She says quietly.

"What?" Wednesday's face scrunches in confusion. "Oh. No, that is not what I meant Enid."

"Um, what?" Enid asks, clearly insecure over her battle wounds. But Wednesday thinks that's exactly what they are—proof of her bravery in defending her.

Wednesday crosses over to where Enid has her back to her. "Will you look at me?"

Enid turns slowly, and Wednesday's eyes flutter over the scars on her cheek that narrowly miss her eye. "They are wonderful, Enid." She says quietly, reaching for Enid's chin and tilting her head for a better look at them.

Enid tries to control her breathing so Wednesday doesn't let her go. Of the few times Wednesday has welcomed her touch, she has never initiated physical contact herself. The girl's tight hug earlier brought tears to Enid's eyes, and now her gentle grasp is taking Enid's breath away.

"You were strong tonight. Without you, I would have died." Wednesday says simply, as if her potential death is a common occurrence. All her life she's been called weak for not turning, but if Wednesday thinks she's strong...well then everyone else must be wrong.

Wednesday's tentative touch moves to trace Enid's scars, over her cheek and onto her forehead. Her freezing-cold hands feel calming on the burning wounds, and Enid lets herself exhale.

Her roommate presses her hand into her cheek, holding it and observing her with an infatuation for her new scars. Enid's hand falls to Wednesday's shoulder to steady herself, but she finds that the girl reacts in sharp movements. A slight hiss leaves Wednesday's lips as she moves her arm uncomfortably.

"Wednesday? What is it?" Enid panics, watching Wednesday retract into herself before her eyes.

Wednesday speaks through clenched teeth. "Stitches." She huffs out, and Enid watches as she schools her features to pretend she's not hurt anymore.

"I barely touched you, Wednesday." Enid follows her to her side of the room. "Let me see it."

Wednesday turns and her eyes widen to see Enid right behind her. "No. I-I'm fine."

Enid sighs. "We're friends, Wednesday. Tell me what happened, it must be bad if you reacted like that."

Enid can practically see the internal struggle in Wednesday's eyes as they dart around the room. She does not want to let herself be helped.

Suddenly, her eyes land on Enid. Wednesday's eyes are darker than usual, tired even, and her hair is pressed to her forehead. To be honest, she looks a bit helpless.

"You can tell me." Enid whispers, encouraging Wednesday with what she hopes is a comforting voice.

The black-haired girl lets out a quiet sigh and sits on her bed. Her eyes fall to the ground as she mutters, "Crackstone shot me."

"Shot you?! Where?" Enid gasps out, trying her hardest to avoid reaching for Wednesday and feeling around for any injuries because she knows damn well the girl would kill her if she did.

"With an arrow, Enid." Wednesday deadpans, reaction-less to Enid's outburst of care for her.

Enid narrows her eyes, "Why do I get the feeling you're disappointed by that?"

Wednesday offers up a small shrug, raising her eyebrows in an almost mischievous way at Enid.

"He was aiming at Xavier, but I stepped in the way. It hit me in the shoulder, though I was able to pull it out. I believe that after being stabbed once in one night, a second time did not hurt as—"

Wednesday pauses with wide eyes, glancing up at Enid as if she meant to keep that to herself.

"What?" Enid says, barely above a whisper as she approaches Wednesday. She doesn't want to scare her away by overreacting, but she doesn't want to give her room to run off, either. And she definitely doesn't want to think about how Wednesday basically took a bullet for Xavier tonight.

"I—" Wednesday is unflinching, she looks directly through Enid and the blonde can tell that her roommate is trying to find any way out of this conversation.

Enid hesitantly reaches for Wednesday hand. Wednesday eyes fly back to hers as she allows Enid to take it.

"So...you took an arrow to the shoulder and you got stabbed." Enid asks, and Wednesday slowly nods.

The Addams girl doesn't know why she's telling Enid this after she swore to herself she wouldn't tell anyone at the school how weak she was tonight. How wrong she was.

"Well are you okay?" Enid whispers, and Wednesday realizes her other hand has come up to cover her shoulder. All the contact throws Wednesday off in a way that makes her feel strangely relaxed.

Wednesday nods before even considering the question—of course she's okay. She always is. She's an Addams, plus it's just a few scratches.

Enid bites her lip, "I don't think you are, Wednesday. And I don't think you're taking care of yourself. Did they even let you leave the infirmary, or did you run away?"

"I am taking care of myself just fine." Wednesday says defensively and shrugs her shoulder, ignoring the stabbing pain that shoots through it as she pushes off Enid's hand. "The Nurse discharged me with things to clean my wounds. You can stop treating me like a child."

Enid steps back, chuckling wryly. "I'm not treating you like a child, Wednesday. You were stabbed! You said so yourself. I'm your friend, and I don't want to see you hurt."

Wednesday jumps to her feet at an attempt to flee whatever this is—she doesn't want to feel things or be reminded that Enid cares about her. Before she even moves, she's back on her bed.

"Sit down." Enid pushes the Addams back onto her bed by her healthy shoulder. "Just let me help you this once, Wednesday. You look exhausted, and I can tell you are in pain even if you try to hide it."

The black-haired girl refuses to speak in a completely childish way, Enid thinks. She is so goddamn stubborn.

"The faster we do this, the sooner you can get to sleep and forget today ever happened." Enid tries, shifting to catch Wednesday's eyes. "I know you must be drained."

Wednesday looks away, blinking heavily. "Fine. But if you tell a single soul—"

"You'll skin me alive or something, right." Enid finishes for her and retrieves the bag Wednesday brought back with her. In it—gauze, wound-wash, and bandages.

Wednesday is leaning back on her hands when Enid looks back at her, "She said to change your bandages before bed, didn't she?"

"Yes." Wednesday says, and Enid sighs.

"You can't do everything by yourself, Wends." She mutters, unrolling the bandages beside Wednesday on her bed.

"Yes I can. I always have." The girl insists.

"You couldn't do tonight without help, could you?" Enid says gently, watching Wednesday's face shift into anger. "It isn't a bad thing, you have people who will be on your side."

Wednesday glares at her, "This only demonstrates how distracted I was during the investigation. I was weak and my miscalculations were taken advantage of. It is embarrassing, being wrong and needing the assistance of the fools at this school."

Enid meets Wednesday's glare, giving in for the night. There's only so many things she can argue with Wednesday about before she loses it.

"Okay, fine. Take off your shirt."

"What?"

At least that gets some reaction out of her, Enid smiles to herself. "So I can clean your up, god you are in rare form tonight."

Wednesday blinks passive-aggressively at her, and Enid swears it felt like an eye-roll.

Eventually Wednesday finishes the buttons on her bloodied uniform and tugs off the white shirt, leaving herself in a black bandeau. Enid finishes getting the bandages ready and gulps at the sight of Wednesday sitting shirtless on her bed. She's kind of...ripped? Focus, Enid!

The wounds are what she sees second. The large scar right in the middle of Wednesday's abdomen tears through Enid's heart. It was obviously a deep, painful cut. Enid can tell by the dozen stitches across it and the blood lingering on her stomach. She knows Wednesday wouldn't want her to make a big deal out of it, so she shakes it off for the time being.

"This is going to sting." She warns, and Wednesday nods as she presses the cloth to Wednesday's shoulder.

Wednesday sucks in a sharp breath, but doesn't pull away from it. She squeezes her eyes shut, and Enid has never seen her with them closed for so long. At the very least, she knows Wednesday trusts her to see her like this.

When she pulls the cloth away, Wednesday's shoulders shrink. She wipes the excess blood away, carefully cleaning up around the cut before she tapes the bandage over it.

"Are you okay?" Enid whispers, and Wednesday looks up at her through tired eyes and nods even though they both know it's not true.

Part of Enid wonders if this is the kind of torture Wednesday claims to enjoy, or if she is in too much pain to think like that tonight.

"Just one more." Enid mutters to herself. She aches to comfort Wednesday like she would Yoko, or some of her other friends. But Wednesday would hate it if she hugged her or brushed through her hair or held her hand. Right?

Enid leans down, brushing the cloth gently over Wednesday's stomach and watching her tense up right away. "I know, I know. I'm sorry!" She whispers, still moving slow so it doesn't hurt worse. Her roommate's eyes shut right away as she sucks in a breath.

Wednesday's hands clench up in her blankets, and she shudders as Enid wipes around her wound.

"You're doing great, Wends. One second more." She whispers, rushing a little so Wednesday can breathe again.

The smaller of the two expels a sigh when Enid pulls back, but her eyes stay completely shut, her hands bunched up beside her.

Enid goes back to put a bandage over her stomach, hoping it will at least cushion the pain so Wednesday can rest. She takes a second to look at her roommate as she keeps her eyes closed.

"There's still blood on your face," Enid whispers. "Want me to clean it off before you go to sleep?"

To her surprise, Wednesday nods, and she even leans into her touch when she reaches to hold her cheek in place.

Wednesday is definitely not okay, that much is clear. It must have been so tiring, working so hard to crack this case while everyone told her to leave it alone.

Enid has never seen the girl so...sluggish. Wednesday is usually so aware of every little thing around her, but her eyes are closed and she's half-clothed in front of Enid now.

Enid takes her time wiping around Wednesday's forehead, over her cheeks and under her eyes until all of the dirt and blood is off of her face.

When she's done, she leans back but Wednesday's hand wraps around her wrist.

"Your turn." She whispers, her voice raspy due to not speaking for so long.

Enid blinks at her, confused until Wednesday finds a cloth and wipes over each of Enid's scars on her face. Wednesday's hand hovers over her shoulder to keep her close as she gently traces Enid's face with her hand.

Suddenly, Wednesday steps closer to her, still shirtless and very distracting.

And before Enid can even blink, Wednesday is on her tip-toes pressing a feather-light kiss over her scar—coincidentally right next to her mouth.

She leans away with an unfamiliar glint in her eye, reaching for Enid's hand and holding it tight in hers.

Enid thinks she might understand. "Do you want a hug?" She asks, opening her arm for Wednesday to fall into.

"Yes." Wednesday sighs out, stepping forward until Enid gathers her in an embrace.

The smaller girl buries her head into Enid's chest with less hesitation this time, grasping at her back to pull her closer. Enid's hands coming into contact with Wednesday's bare skin makes her hands tingle and that is something that she doesn't want to think about it too much.

The girls stand still for a moment, finally giving themselves a chance to breathe after the events of the day. Enid feels Wednesday melt into her arms, and it relieves her to know that even if Wednesday hates comfort, she knows she has it from Enid.

Wednesday quickly pulls away when she realizes exactly where she is. Vulnerable, half-clothed and hurt in someone else's arms. Enid's arms, one person she would never want to see her being so weak.

She clears her throat, sparing one glance at Enid's confused expression and pink scars before she collapses into her bed, pulling the covers over her head and falling asleep almost immediately.

Enid stands in the middle of the room, staring at Wednesday drowning in blankets. Her roommate, who apparently has an affinity for touch that was unknown to her—or anyone—before tonight.

The way she reacted to Enid's touch like she needed it... she was even returning Enid's comforting touches. Well maybe she just needed some comfort tonight, and Enid could understand that.

But boy is she confused at how that made her feel.

Sleep came easy to both girls, the exhaustion finally setting in from Enid's first time turning and Wednesday's over-exhaustion.

Only sleep wasn't peaceful for Wednesday, who shortly after falling asleep was tossing and turning in her covers.

In her sleep, all that replays is the feeling of a knife buried in her abdomen, the feelings of dread and loneliness she felt when she realized she was going to die alone.

Enid jumps awake to the feeling of tapping on her shoulder—only to discover Thing beside her on her pillow.

Sorry he signs, then points to Wednesday's bed, where the girl is thrashing in her blankets. Enid rushes to her bedside.

"Wednesday," Enid says loudly, hoping to wake the girl without having to touch her, because that will only make things worse.

"Wednesday wake up!" She shakes the blanket as if that will work, but Wednesday is still breathing heavily and rolling around. In a split decision, Enid climbs into her bed and waits for the girl to move toward her.

In a few seconds, Wednesday has rolled to face her, reaching out for something with her eyes squeezed shut in agony.

When she rolls into Enid, she pushes away harder until she opens her eyes.

"It's me." Enid says, holding onto Wednesday's upper-arms as she's somehow managed to entangle their limbs.

Wednesday's face relaxes, a heavy sigh leaving her as she drops her head.

"It's me." She repeats, and she feels Wednesday calm down from how their bodies have ended up pressed together. Wednesday is still breathing heavily as she presses her forehead into Enid's shoulder.

Enid hesitantly brings a hand up to Wednesday's back, rubbing circles for as long as she's welcome to. Wednesday pulls back, exhaling as she drops her head to the same pillow Enid is resting on.

"Was it a nightmare about tonight?" Enid whispers, and Wednesday nods, blinking heavily and closing her eyes. Enid just wishes she won't have to see Wednesday in such a state for much longer.

Wednesday opens her eyes when Enid shifts away, planning on giving her roommate space as she finally falls asleep.

A cold, clammy hand wraps around Enid's wrist. "Don't go," Wednesday croaks, her big brown eyes staring up at Enid. She looks so soft, looking up at her all tucked in her covers. Her braids are a bit unkept, her shirt shifted over her shoulder, but it just makes her look more relaxed to Enid—a side of her she rarely gets to see.

"Okay." Enid agrees quickly, lying beside Wednesday and settling under the covers.

Wednesday stares at her, unblinking as they face each other in the tight quarters of the dormitory bed. She slowly reaches out, fingers tracing Enid's face all over, not just around her scars.

To Enid's surprise, the Addams girl scoots closer, and Enid slowly hooks her leg around Wednesday's under the covers. Wednesday doesn't pull away or react like Enid thought she might—but then, Wednesday only gets more unpredictable as she gets to know her.

"Goodnight, Enid." She whispers, her hand flattening on her roommates cheek.

Enid smiles for the first time tonight, "Night, Wends."

-

When Enid wakes up to bright lights streaming into her room, she remembers the absolute chaos that took place the night before. She turned for the first time, Crackstone lit the whole school on fire, and...

Wednesday.

As she rolls over she realizes she's laying in black covers and sheets on Wednesday's side of the room, with no Wednesday in sight.

"Wednesday?" Enid calls out, sitting up and looking around. No response, and no Wednesday or Thing around.

Enid doesn't find Wednesday until well past third period, the only class they have together on Thursdays. Classes aren't really in session today, but everyone is going through the motions to be together.

When she lays on eyes her sitting next to Xavier in silence, scribbling something down on her paper she realizes she is being avoided.

She slumps down next to Yoko, who looks away from her book when she senses Enid's mood.

"Hello?"

"Hi," Enid sighs, though her eyes don't leave the back of Wednesday's head.

Yoko follows her eyesight and nods to herself, "You weren't this...depressed last period."

"I haven't seen Wednesday all day." Enid starts, and before Yoko can respond she launches into a rant. "And..." she whispers, "and it wouldn't be such a big deal if it weren't for last night."

"She hugged you yesterday." Yoko nods, "Oh, are you feeling okay after your first turn?"

Enid looks to Yoko with a sigh, "Yeah, she did. And I'm fine, just sore. I covered up all my scars from it." Enid hesitates on sharing the rest with Yoko. She's sure Wednesday would hate for someone else to know.

"What's the big deal? You're all mopey, and you're the one that defeated the monster. You should be feeling like a hero or something." Yoko asks, glancing at Wednesday who seems just about as moody as usual.

"Well I can't tell you everything, but Wednesday kind of let me patch her up last night. But when I woke up this morning, she wasn't there." Enid whispers,

Yoko pauses, fully turning to face Enid. "You shared a bed with Wednesday Addams?"

Enid shushes her, blushing a violent red. She didn't think it was that obvious.

"Oh my God, you so have a crush on her."

"N-no." Enid stutters, lying poorly because she knows it's very, very true.

Yoko smiles, leaning back in her seat and kicking her feet up on the desk. "Well today just got a lot more interesting..." she trails off and watches Enid blush.

"But she's ignoring me now. She left this morning and she usually at least looks at me when I walk in this class." Enid rambles

"Are you seriously freaking out because she didn't look at you?" Yoko covers her mouth to hold in her laughter. Enid has never been this into someone, especially not Ajax, who she apparently broke up with a week ago without telling anyone.

"Yes!" Enid whispers harshly, distressed at her roommates behavior.

-

That night, Enid hardly sleeps because of the stark absence of her roommate in their room. She searches the halls of the school in her pajamas but to no avail. Wednesday isn't in the library or the balcony, and Enid is forced to go back to their room alone.

The Hyde is gone, so where could Wednesday be? She considers waking Yoko or Bianca to help her look, but she realizes that Wednesday probably isn't in danger.

Wednesday is avoiding her. Or more precisely—Wednesday is avoiding her own feelings.

It's not uncommon for Wednesday to make herself scarce, she hides from people all the time. Like last week when Enid told her everyone was going to the common room for a movie, the girl hid in the library until she knew it was over.

But Enid knows everywhere she could be hiding now, it's either the library, Xavier's stupid art room, or the beekeeping shed Eugene built.

So, after an entire day of Wednesday-less classes, Enid tracks her down.

"Wednesday!" She shoves the door open and Wednesday, in her beekeeping suit, turns with wide eyes.

Now Wednesday may be averse to emotions, but she can tell that Enid is mad at her.

She clears her throat as she pulls the hood of the suit off. "Enid, hello."

"Hello? Where have you been all day?"

"I've been around."

Enid struggles not to snap at Wednesday, trying to remind herself that she's never overly descriptive. "You didn't feel like classes today?"

Wednesday unzips her suit and steps out of the shed so the bees don't get to Enid; not that she would tell her that.

"I do not attend class to sit idly and waste time chit-chatting. If there is nothing to learn I do not see the point."

Enid might have believed that if it weren't for the other night. In fact it's probably half-true, the other half being that Wednesday freaked out over them sharing a bed.

"Right." Enid crosses her arms, and Wednesday's eyes look everywhere but at her. "Well let's go back to our room."

"I am keeping the bees in order."

Enid sighs, "Apparently, you've been keeping the bees all day. All night, even. Now let's go."

Wednesday bristles at the call-out, and Enid knows she's on to something.

"Did you even sleep?"

"Yes."

"You're so lying. Where were you all night?"

Wednesday blinks, and Enid gets the feeling that she isn't used to so many personal questions in a row. It reminds her that Wednesday isn't used to being looked after.

"Wednesday?"

"I was...researching."

Enid sighs, Wednesday looks exhausted and pale and she probably slept in the shed just to avoid her feelings about Crackstone.

"You weren't in the library, I looked." Enid says, and Wednesday seems surprised to hear that she looked for her.

"Are you still hurt? Do you need to talk to me?" Enid asks, stepping closer.

Wednesday shakes her head. "No, I'm fine Enid!" She raises her voice—if only above talking level, but to Enid it feels like she's being screamed at to go away by her Mother.

Despite the hurt it causes, Enid grabs at her arm. "Let's go." She gives a good yank to her arm, and even though Wednesday tries to free herself she can't. Werewolf strength is helpful in situations like this.

When they reach the attic of Ophelia Hall, both girls stand in silence. The only thing that breaks the quiet is Thing clambering after them and then standing beside Enid.

Wednesday rolls her eyes at this, crossing her arms.

"Why are you avoiding me?" Enid asks bluntly, and Wednesday's eyes jump from Thing to her.

"I'm not." Wednesday shoots back.

Enid sits on her bed, pouting with her arms crossed and it makes Wednesday uncomfortable in a different kind of way. It's not about Enid's show of emotion, but guilt for making her feel that way.

Wednesday huffs as Thing makes various motions at her, which she choses to ignore. She inches closer to Enid's side of the room.

"Enid, I do not mean for you to take my seclusion personally. I merely need time to reflect the events of the Hyde, and...such." Wednesday explains, trying very hard to speak sympathetically.

Enid looks up at her through teary eyes. "So you don't hate me?"

"N-no?"

"Why did you hesitate!"

"Hate is a pleasant feeling." Wednesday clarifies. "Besides, I had to calculate where I went wrong in my investigation, discover the weaknesses that allowed me to be manipulated, and get rid of them. Had I gotten to the solution quicker, there would have been less of a chance of harm."

Enid sighs loudly, confusing Wednesday. Has she said something wrong again?

"You didn't fail, Wednesday! Everyone is safe!" She snaps, causing Wednesday to shuffle backwards.

"Eugene was in the Hospital. You could have been more injured than you were..." Wednesday trails off at the mention of her, confusing Enid.

"Yeah, but you were the one who was actually hurt, Wednesday! You went out and got yourself stabbed and you weren't even going to tell anyone! You don't always have to be on your own, you know!" Enid stands, now yelling at Wednesday.

The Addams stands, confused. "But...Tyler tricked me, he manipulated me to hurt everyone."

"You know how he did it, Wednesday? I'll tell you your weakness—it's feelings. You have them, just like everyone else."

"Don't be asinine, Enid. I know I have feelings. I never claimed not to. And that is not my weakness." Wednesday crosses her arms.

Enid seethes on her side of the room, and Wednesday stands behind her words.

"I thought we were getting somewhere, Wednesday. I thought you learned something from this whole, stupid thing. I care about you! But if you still want to be alone, I really will go live with Yoko this time."

For once, Enid gets to Wednesday. Her face falls as she steps toward Enid. "Wait, Enid—" But the blonde is fleeing her room faster than Thing when he sees Pugsley with a knife.

Wednesday turns to Thing, her arms in the air. "I thought we were having a verbal spar. It was fun. Why is Enid running away?"

Thing deflates in a sigh-like manner, and hides behind Enid's bed.

Wednesday kicks at the shoes on her floor.

The last time Enid ran off, she understood. But she does not get why this time—why is she so mad that she needs to reflect on how everything went down?

As she stands by the window and thinks, Thing taps at the crystal ball on her desk.

"You really think Mother will help with all of this? I already told her about the Hyde, she knows I am okay."

Thing quickly signs at her in a mood Wednesday does not care for.

E-N-I-D.

Wednesday sighs. "Do you think I'm stupid, Thing? I know I need to fix it."

Thing flops dramatically and points to the ball again.

"Fine!" Wednesday sits at her desk as her Mother appears.

"Wednesday! Have you defeated another Monster already?"

The girl shakes her head. "No, Mother. Thing has insisted I call you."

"And why is that?" Morticia asks, filing her nails as she stares through the ball at Wednesday.

Wednesday sighs, "Enid and I had an argument, and he seems to think you will help."

"Enid! Is that your sweet puppy roommate. A lover's quarrel, already? How adorable."

"Yes, that is Enid. And no not a lover's quarrel." Wednesday glares, "However now she is threatening, not for the first time, to move out."

Morticia hums, "What have you done? Did you drop her things out the window like you've done to Pugsley?"

Wednesday shakes her head. "No...I merely spent the night outside of the room."

Her mother stares at her knowingly.

"To research recent events! Enid thinks I have been avoiding her."

"Wednesday, why are you ignoring your roommate?" She asks, seeing through Wednesday's lie.

"She gave me a hug." Wednesday hears herself say as she plays with her hands in her lap. And slept in my bed, she wants to add.

Her Mother gasps, "Oh Mija, and did you hug her back?"

"...yes."

"I know what this is, Wednesday, and I think you do too."

Wednesday glares at Thing. "I don't understand."

Morticia hums, "My darling, you have a crush on your roommate."

"I do not." Wednesday denies, "I care for Enid. I do not have a crush."

"Fine, you have feelings for Enid. Now, I suggest you try to understand why she is upset. Did you leave her at a time where she needed you to be there?" Morticia asks, watching the realization dawn on her daughter.

Wednesday takes a deep breath, "I suppose I can see what has upset her."

"Then go fix it!" Morticia motions with her hands and hangs up on her.

Still, Wednesday sits at her desk and thinks with her arms crossed.

-

When Enid returns to hastily throw her things in a bag and sleepover Yoko's, she does not think Wednesday is even in their room.

She especially does not expect to find Wednesday allergic-to-color Addams asleep in her bed.

Enid stops in the middle of the room when she catches sight of her. Wednesday, lying on her side, a tie-dye teddy bear in her arms, sleeping soundly on Enid's bed.

Stopping at the foot of her own bed, Enid doesn't know whether to wake Wednesday or let her sleep. Before she can decide, Wednesday stirs on her own. She always has been a light sleeper, waking at creaks in the floor.

"Enid?" The Addams wipes at her eyes, "You're back."

Enid laughs lightly to herself, "Yeah, I came to get clothes. But here you are in my bed."

"Oh." Wednesday sits up, "I am sorry, I—I was waiting for you to come back."

"It's okay," Enid chuckles lightly, moving to sit on the other side of her bed.

Wednesday seemed comfortable moments ago, but now she seems stiff. Enid sighs, at a loss for what to do to make her comfortable again.

She is mad at Wednesday for avoiding her, but tries to understand that it is just what Wednesday does.

The blonde leans against her pillows and pulls her bright pink comforter back, motioning for Wednesday to get under with her.

"I am sorry I ran away." Wednesday states quietly.

"You don't need to run away from me, Wednesday. It's okay if you don't know what to say or do. I understand you—I'm your friend no matter what."

Wednesday looks to her with a sullen face, "I don't want to be your friend."

Enid struggles to not let her heartbreak show. "W-what? You don't?"

"No, I do. I just...I think I know how friends are supposed to feel about each other."

"And you don't feel like that for me?" Enid's voice breaks.

Wednesday sighs, wiping a hand across her face. "Enid." She groans.

"I see you differently. I do not like people, but I like you. I do not like to be held or comforted, but I let you. You confuse me, Enid...that is why I avoided you." She says, looking at her hands instead of at Enid.

Enid still stares blankly at her, unsure of what Wednesday is trying to say.

Wednesday eye's shift to meet hers, looking up at her shyly. "My mother described it as a crush."

"You have a crush on me? Wednesday Addams has a crush!" Enid smiles, sitting up suddenly.

"I will take it back." Wednesday threatens with a sparkle in her eye.

Enid's hand reaches for her chin, lifting it and looking down at Wednesday. She leans closer, and Wednesday's eyes widen slightly.

"Are you sure you want to take it back?"

Wednesday's lips quirk into a smile, her eyes shining as she looks at Enid. "Are you trying to blackmail me over feelings, Enid? It is admirable, I will admit—"

The Addams' rambling is cut short by Enid lurching forward and kissing her firmly on the mouth. Wednesday hums the rest of her sentence against Enid in an annoyingly Wednesday fashion before reaching up and holding Enid's face between her hands.

When Enid pulls away, she realizes Wednesday is the one on top of her now, the Addams girl breathing heavy as she looks down at Enid with a downright endearing look in her eyes.

"So you, Wednesday Addams, told her Mom about me?" She smirks, and Wednesday rolls her eyes, desperately trying to detangle herself from Enid.

When the two land in a heap on the floor, Enid hears the most beautiful sound—Wednesday is laughing. She's laughing with her hands looped around Enid's neck, and she knows she won't let Wednesday run ever again.