Xavier x Wednesday | Feelings

Chapter One

Wednesday POV

I stood at the door of my home for the first time in three months. A sigh of relief flooded over me as the door creaked open. I walked through the familiar foyer and up the steps. I walk down the hall and turn as I reach the end. The last door on the right... my room. I open the door to the familiar must. I smirk. I quickly settled back into my room, unpacking my suitcases, and the small package that was given to me on the last day of the semester at Nevermore. My phone.

I open the small black box seeing the messages from the stalker and nothing more. The few pictures they sent me were unsettling and comforting at the same time. I saved the one that was captured of me and Xavier. Though he is still annoying... I suppose we are friends. I place the phone on my nightstand and walk back down the creaking steps to the kitchen.

"Settled in, darling?" Morticia says as Gomez kisses her neck.

"Yes, thank you, mother. Father... how about a fencing match?" I say slyly. He smiles and leaves my mother on the bench. She scrunches her nose but quickly gets over it as she watches me demolish my father multiple times.

"Thank you for building my confidence, once again. Father."

"My death trap... you never fail to amaze me." Gomez says. I place the fencing swords back on the rack and walk back up the steps.

I sit on my bed for a moment enjoying the silence. But the silence is interrupted by a ringing coming from the phone on the nightstand. I grimace lightly before picking up the device.

Xavier:

Are you enjoying your break?

Wednesday:

Yes?

Xavier:

Well that is good. I am also enjoying the break. Oh this

is Xavier by the way...

Wednesday:

Oh, Hi.

Xavier:

Hi. 😂

Wednesday:

Why is that there?

Xavier:

The emoji? It is to show emotion even when you can

see my face.

Wednesday:

😑

Xavier:

😂

The messages stopped for the time being and for some reason I enjoyed the small emojis and the words he so strategically used. I smirked as I changed from my black dress into a pair of black high socks and my oversized hoodie. I then sat at my desk and worked on my novel for an hour... yet I was constantly stopped at the thoughts drifting back to the boy on the other side of the screen. I walked over to my bed and looked at the small device. No notifications. Why do I want him to talk to me... this is not what he intended either... I assume. Actually, I am unsure of his motives. Well, I will wait for another response, I suppose.

I then lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Sleep is not my friend this evening. The thought of love haunts my thoughts. I cannot turn into my mother. Is the one and only thing I am sure of anymore.