𝐖 𝐈 𝐓 𝐂 𝐇 𝐄 𝐒, 𝐱𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞

VII

episode six.

i sit on my bed, shuffling my tie into the right position.

enid and wednesday argue over the surprise party whilst thing pulls a wooden box from under her bed.

enid smiles as wednesday reads out the note from her parents. it's a birthday gift.

i couldn't tell you what it is, all i can say is it smells bad.

"whilst we're still accepting presents." enid hands her a smaller gift.

my eyes widen at the thought of gifts. my bad.

i whip up a serial killer diary with my magic, wrapping it up in black paper. smiling at my late idea.

"and mine." i pass to her. she unravels enid's present first. revealing a black scarf thing.

"well, do you like it?"

"what is it exactly?" weds query's her.

"it's a snood, silly."

my face crumbles at the name. silly.

"i made it in your signature colours. and you want to know what the best part is? i have one too!" she lifts her pink one up.

"we can wear them together to class."

my eyebrows lift in shock of wednesday wearing it to class.

"oh, enid, this is far too unique to wear to something like class. i suggest we wait for a more special occasion, like a funeral."

i laugh at her attempt of hiding the fact she doesn't like it before she opens my gift.

her fingers running down the book as she smirks.

at least i got a half smile.

"thank you." she nods at me.

later on, wednesday bursts into our dorm. rushing towards me she shouts, "i need your help, i need you to come with me somewhere."

sounds normal.

"fine." i huff, putting down my books.

but i did not have xaviers barn in mind.
"wednesday!" i moan.

"what?" she gets closer to the door, i pull her arm still.

music from inside flows in my ears.
"you didn't say we were coming here."

anxiety builds in my stomach, he makes me fold.

"cmon, we don't have time for your crush."

what. my cheeks tint as we enter.

he's throwing paint on his new frame.
maybe nows not the time.

noticing thing crawling in, he turns to us.
smirking when he see's me.

putting down his paint pot with the brush onto a desk.

"oh, hello." he looks me up and down.
oh why's he done that.