Wenclair's Love Story

Realizations

Enid Sinclair's POV

I find myself in the middle of a field full of flowers, the air wafting a fragrant perfume. Everything here is so bright, colorful, and perfect.
A sky filled with puffy clouds illuminating a bright blue hue.

I twirl around the field, radiating a smile of pure bliss. Looking around me, I see a familiar face approaching. One could spot her a mile away.

A small girl dressed in all black steps closer. Her pale porcelain skin exposed in the sun. She looks out of place amidst all of the color. Glancing at her hand, I notice she is holding a black picnic basket.

"Hello Enid, I have brought you here to join me on a picnic. I have prepared a charcuterie board with all of your favorite meats, cheeses and fruits."

"OMG Wednesday this is amazing! I can't believe a place this perfect exists!"

The girl begins to pull a blanket out of the basket, setting it on a patch of grass in the middle of the field.

She is amazing.

I look down to see I'm wearing a rainbow sundress. Sitting down, my bare legs feel the fuzziness of the blanket below.

Wednesday sets an extravagant charcuterie board down, placing herself next to me.

This girl is going to be the death of me. She is wearing a thin black dress hugging the curves of her body to perfection. She looks more muscular than I remember. A vein trailed up her arm, must be from all of that training. My eyes can't seem to pull away from her.

"Enid, the way you are staring at me is like a ravenous beast would it's prey. I brought food, eat that you uncivilized wolf." She said through her typical menacing glare and monotonous tone.

My cheeks strike a blush, comparable to that of a cherry red tomato. I quickly turn my attention to the food below me. Looking anywhere and everywhere other than the girl besides me.

Wait, is this a date? It certainly feels like one.

We sit in comfortable silence as we peck at the food. I grasp a strawberry in my hand and take a big bite.

The girl stares at me while I do this. What should I say? I quickly swallow the remainder of the juicy berry and look at the girl.

"Hey, Wednesday, is this a girl hang or is it a... is this a..."

"Date? I would assume so. Yesterday you attempted to make a move on me, didn't you Sinclair?"

"I— umm. Yes? I don't know, feelings are confusing! Why did you run out of the room like that?"

"I was puzzled on why my face was burning up. It took me a while to realize it is because I am attracted to you, however I have no idea why. I would have much preferred the heat stroke option."

"Oh."

"Can I try something?"

"Uuh that depends I guess?"

The girl glances up and down between my mouth and eyes. Her face inching closer slowly. Is this really happening? Am I about to kiss Wednesday Addams?

"Is this ok?" The girl whispers, eyes locking into mine.

I nod my head and close the gap between our lips. They are so soft, as the kiss prolongs I begin to crave her touch. Her hands find their way to gripping my waist, pulling me closer.

Her touch makes me melt.

I dip my tongue into her mouth, she tastes of vanilla and midnight bonfires. Wednesday reciprocates the motion as well.