Be Mine - Wednesday/Wenclair

001: In Denial

WEDNESDAY'S THIRD PERSON POV

Xavier kept insisting she liked Enid. "Wednesday, you looked like you wanted to kiss her." He referenced their hug after Enid had hugged her after she had beat Tyler.

"I did not. That'd be... sickening. I don't like love, Xavier." She stated sharply, "So I most certainly wouldn't fall for someone that is the complete opposite of me. Colorful, friendly, talkative, overly bearing with touch-"

He smirked. "You're just in denial." She wanted to wipe that smug look off his face, but deep down, she knew he was right. Wednesday had wanted more than to just hug her back, but she'd never admit it aloud.

"Elitist snob."

"Gay for Enid."

"I am not!"

"Are too, just admit it. You hugged her. Wednesday, you don't do hugs."

"She... uh-" Her stomach tied in a familiar knot as she thought of the hug, the way she'd looked at Enid. Her lips had looked so... no. She couldn't let him win. Wednesday knew she'd never hear the end of it if she admitted defeat now.

"No comeback?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"How about an arrow in your shoulder?"

The bell rung, saving his sorry face from more threats from Wednesday she would probably one day fulfill. Of course, Wednesday was glad to not have Enid in agriculture, as she would've been in knots and acting weird like she was with the classes they shared. On the other hand, it also had Xavier.

"A little birdie told me-"

"Shut it, snob." Wednesday wasn't in the mood at all today. She had been considering the fact he was right all day, so was she really in denial? Sure, Enid made her stomach turn, took her breath away, and made being alone seem terrible- but that didn't mean she liked her right?

Oh, how wrong she was. During the night, when she heard Enid whimpering in her sleep, she had the urge to cuddle Enid, tell her it was all right. That sounded nothing like Wednesday.  Why did she care? Wednesday fought the urge, but gave in somehow. She walked over to Enid's bed, stared with cherry red cheeks then took Enid's hand.

"This does not mean he's right. This does not mean he's right." She mumbled, slowly falling asleep at the side of Enid's bed, on the floor. Her hand still holding Enid's.

. TIME SKIP & POV CHANGE TO THIRD PERSON ENID .

Enid woke up to feel someone's hand in hers and looked to see Wednesday leaning against the bed frame, asleep and holding her hand. Blush rushed to Enid's cheeks, and she quickly got up letting go of Wednesday's hand, who had faintly whispered; "No, stay." Enid smiled. Wednesday Addams wanted her to stay. Least, that's what it sounded like. But they both had classes to get ready for.

"Five more minutes, Wens." Enid whispered softly, then joined her on the floor and took Wednesday's hand again. That five more minutes lasted about five more minutes, making it ten when both woke and jumped away awkwardly.

"We should get ready..." Wednesday mumbled, looking away. Enid nodded, and walked away, her cheeks as red as you might imagine. They both walked out without saying a word, both secretly panicking about what had happened.

*I did NOT just hold hands with Wednesday Addams. Nope. Just imagination.* Enid thought, her face covered with red blush. But, she was just in denial. And so was Wednesday. Bound with fate, the two are.

They're just in denial for now.