Wenclair Oneshots

Lovesick

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Wednesday's POV

    Enid Sinclair; The girl who makes me feel as if my twisted heart is being pulled on by millions of weights.. The girl who sets fire ablaze onto my skin, leaving my pale skin shades of bright colors. Putrid.

    "I don't like it. I don't like her," I spoke to myself discreetly. A sharp stab in my mind took place, an idea. Avoiding Sinclair.

That will be my answer, that is always the answer.

- The Next Day, in class.

    Keeping to my own words, I stayed far from the cheery blonde. If she was doing something to me that made me feel like this, then staying far would surely break it away.

    Her puzzled eyes seemed to trace the room, not taking long for her to pick me out from the room full of purple-coated adolescents, whilst I was wearing a black coat.

    "Wednesday? How come you're sitting there? We always sit together," Enid whispered over to me.

    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Enid furrowing her blonde eyebrows whilst Yoko moved in my seat.

    A sting of.. mental pain shot through me. Maybe physical too.. my heart, seemingly that I have one, seemed to be tugged on.

    "It's a seat, Wednesday. You're doing this for yourself." My inner demons reminded me harshly, which I agreed.
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    After class was over, I made my way to the dorms.

    Tapping of familiar shoes I could hear behind me. Enid.

    I opened the door quickly, fumbling over to my side of the room, watching Enid walk in.

    "Hey Wens, why didn't you sit next to me today in class?" She addressed the situation in her casual voice.

    "I have an appointment to be somewhere, goodbye Enid," I rushed myself out, the same heated up feeling returned. The strings attached to my heart tightened.

   Stop. Stop it. I don't like this feeling. I don't like to feel weak. Not to feel fuzzy. Not to feel submissive over someone with an upbeat personality such as her.

    All I heard before I shut the door quickly was a word from Enid

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    "Wednes-,"

    I re-thought my actions but quickly asserted over them. I'll spend a few hours over in Crackstone's Crypt. A nice, cold, and empty room for me, myself and my endless, intrusive homicidal thoughts.

    "Maybe some about Enid too."

    No! I scampered away from that dog to stay away and put my mind at ease from her games. Not too express.. Emotions.. Strong emotions about her.

    Few Hours Later; Midnight. 🌙

    I arose my head from the stone wall. "Perhaps I fell asleep," I thought to myself, wondering if it was late enough to return to the dorm, and Sinclair would be asleep.

    "That'd be a sight, wouldn't it, Wednesday~?"
    Great. Now my mind's messy thoughts have slipped her voice into my head. I should head back.

    I slipped out from the area, looking around before heading back to the dorm.

    Be asleep. Be asleep. Be asleep.

    I opened the door, to my lucky self, Enid. Enid was laying on my bed, curled up, but awake. Her head immediately shot up, revealing a saddened face.

    "Wednesday!? What the fuck. What did I do?? Why have you been avoiding me?" Enid spoke in a sloppy, sad voice.

    Stop toying with my heart strings.. again and again.. stop it.

    "Whatever I did, I'm sorry. I don't understand, Wednesday. Have I been a jerk to you? Did I say something!?"

    I stared at Enid, occasionally shifting my eyes whenever I felt.. nervous.

    I sighed deeply, my pale face overturning with a bright purple.

    I'm going to kill you, Enid Sinclair.

    "I don't know, Enid. I'm.. Having.. Issues. I'm feeling things about you. I don't like it. You're making me feel all these things and I'm not understanding them," I spoke lowly, standing as still as a statue, my hands propped to my sides, balled into red, nervous fists.

    "You make me feel as if I cannot speak, like Wolfsbane lodged in my throat. Or you make me feel as if my face is a wildfire, spreading all over my body. I'm nervous when you're here. I don't like feeling this way. I don't like feeling feelings at all," I rushed my words, pausing when I could, and taking large breaths when I stopped.

    Enid kept still. Her light eyes locked onto me. Stop putting me on spotlight, mutt.

    "Oh, i-," Enid seemed to studder over her words, shaking her head. "That's okay, just..dont.. avoid me, Nes. You were worrying me, I thought you had finally given up on me."

    I shook my head no, exhaling as a sudden weight seemed to lift off me. My face still heated up.

    "Promise you won't ignore me any more? It's not the same without your moody intelligent cold presence next to me in class," Enid smiled, getting up from my bed and rushing over to hug me, which I accepted.

    "Yes, promise."

Later That Night.
Enid's POV 🐺

    I looked at my phone, the time read 3:23. I was typically asleep by now, but.. Something kept me up. Wednesday agreed to lay alongside me until I fell asleep, but she seemed to just melt away after 5 minutes. Strange.

    Spreading of strange.. Wednesday.. What she told me..

     "You make me feel as if I cannot speak, like Wolfsbane lodged in my throat. Or you make me feel as if my face is a wildfire, spreading all over my body. I'm nervous when you're here."

    I glanced down at Wednesday, running a finger through her hair.

    Then, it struck.
   The noticeable symptoms.
  Everything she told me
It's so.. easy to tell now..

    "Is Wednesday Friday Addams seriously in love with.. Me?"