Our Golden Hour

Two

A roommate?

I could work with that.

Enid thought to herself as she started to decorate one half of her room. She didn't want to be impolite and not at least give her roommate some type of space. That wasn't who she was.

Wednesday walked into her room as she stood in the middle of the door frame. she watched her roommate dance and sing. "Honestly the music taste could be better." She stood unfazed as Enid embarrassingly turned off the music and she stood up as straight as she could.

"Hey there, I didn't know that anyone was in here, not that I didn't know I had a roommate because I knew that I just..."

"Stop talking." Wednesday walked over towards her side of the room as she seemed irritated.

Enid didn't like how she was spoken to but she dished speak on it, she just let it slide.

Soon some hand thingy climbed out of Wednesdays bag and Enid looked in horrid. She was confused on what it was used for.

"You're staring." Wednesday pointed out with her back turned away from Enid.

The blonde quickly looked away and frowned, "No I wasn't."

Wednesday then took out a piece of tape before placing it right down the line of the room. Enid sat there and wondered what the hell her roommate was doing but she didn't speak on it.

After Wednesday was done she turned away with her two pink tales brushing over her shoulders. "I guess this would put a great and explicit amount of space between us, don't you think?"

"Yes I think so, I just don't know why you would do something like that. I mean if you don't want me on your side of the room you could have just said that. I know what boundaries mean."

Wednesday took out her novel and type writer as she places it on the table that was on her side. "I just like visualized proof that we are to stay on different sides of the room."

Enid nodded before taking out her phone and scrolling on a social media. "So, are we not to be friends? Or does that break your whole emo vibe you have going on?" Wednesday turned around as she raised her eyebrow. "I mean I totally like it, it's just a bit weird."

"I don't dress up to please whatever your name is, I dress for me. So if you think it's weird then that's good for you." She turned back around as she began to type on her typewriter. "I don't think the whole friendship thing would be the highlight of your day but if that's what you want then I'm always down to be friends." She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. "If you can handle it, that is."

Enid raised her eyebrow before smiling, "I am the queen of friendship. I could handle friendships."

Wednesday stood up for a moment, "I never was talking about friendships, if you hadn't known."

Wednesday proceeded to leave out of the room leaving Enid confused. If she wasn't talking about her handling a friendship...then what was she talking about?

Wednesday, however stood on the other side of the door with her back leaning against it as she pulled her sleeve up from her wrist.

The words: I am the Queen of friendships. I can handle friendships. Appeared planted on her wrist in a carved the black wording italic. It flashed gold as the words disappeared off of her skin.

That was it. She didn't need to cover up her wrist hoping that one day her soulmate wouldn't see it. No. She was done. She was free... kinda.

Just because she didn't have to hide her wrist doesn't mean that she could escape her soulmate.

In all the books that she ever read, it told her the same thing on repeat. She couldn't change or get rid of her soulmate, it was bound to happen no matter what you did. But Wednesday was planning to change the rules. She was definitely hoping that she could change and rewrite history. Anything was possible, really.

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"Hi, I've never seen you around here before. My names Xavier."

Wednesday looked up and stared unfazed, "okay?"

"I saw you sitting over here and not talking to anyone, or even blinking for that matter. I thought I should make friends."

"Thinking doesn't give you a migraine? I'm sure a guy like yourself wouldn't be able to handle. The basic term for a practical word. I mean this in all offense."

Xavier scratched the back of his head before Wednesday turning back over to staring at a wall. "I don't tend to care about people's feelings, so if you want to become my friend and your feelings somehow appear hurt then don't blame any such thing on me." She stood up from her chair.

Before Wednesday could make her escape she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked from it and then up to see the ray of sunshine, Enid.

"Get your hands off of me before I cut them." Wednesday warned as Enid quickly took her hands back. "I should be on my way now." She turned as she continued to walking off.

Enid caught up to Wednesday as she followed her, "Hey, I was thinking since we are roommates that we could paint each other nails and talk about girl stuff." Enid said happily.

"Girl stuff? Don't ever define me as that again. Besides, I much rather not. I have a novel to finish, things to look into and a life to get to, maybe you'll be better off without me." They turned a corner.

Enid shook her head, "but that's what roomies are for. Or at least friends. You agreed to being friends with me."
Wednesday didn't say anything, she just walking as Enid continued to follow her. "Wednesday..." Enid reached out to stop Wednesday but she grabbed Enid's arm as she pushed her up against some hallway wall.

Wednesday glared at the tall girl as she still had her pressed up and against the wall. "Don't touch me. You want to be friends then I guess we have to go over some ground rules."

Enid looks down at Wednesday hands before looking back up, "I'm not allowed to touch you but you're a allowed to touch me?"

Wednesday glared with an unfazed look, "do you want to be friends or not?"

"Yes, but take your hands off of me," Enid pushed forward as she stood a bit too close to Wednesday. "You don't get to touch me after making a big deal over me trying to get your attention."

"You're impulsive."

"I guess that's a compliment? From you at least."

Wednesday rolled her eyes as she pushed Enid back a little. "I think I should talk to Principal Weems and get me another roommate because this isn't going to work."

Enid shrugged childishly, "fine." She turned around. The footsteps of Wednesday started to appear out of ear reach as Enid's claws grew.

The first day of school and she didn't know how to control herself.

Imagine what her parents would say if they knew about this all.