Wenclair One-Shots

Lessons In Kissing

Summary:

Enid is nervous about her date with Ajax. She asks Wednesday for a little help with kissing, since she's never done it before. Wednesday shockingly agrees. Spoiler alert: Gay panic ensues.

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Before I start, I should make one thing perfectly clear, for the sake of keeping my character intact.

This was Enid's idea. Not mine.

It was Enid's, and I should've said no, but I didn't, so here I am now, knowing what Enid's lips taste like.

(To quench your curiosity, they taste like raspberry lip gloss.)

But regardless. Let me set the scene for you. Let me tell you a story.

It was Friday night, seven p.m., and we'd just gotten back to the dorm from dinner. Enid had spent the entire week being the most unbearable she's possibly ever been, which is a lot , and being unbearable is somewhat of a personality trait for her, as I've come to understand.

Imagine my horror.

And all because Ajax asked her out on a date and she was, in her words, too nervous and excited to function properly. She could barely send one text without grinning and giggling like an ill-tempered toddler, and for three days she'd gone through five different identity crises, suddenly very self-conscious of the color of her hair, her makeup of choice, the pattern of her tights, etcetera.

It was hell. Worse than it, even. I know for sure hell itself has less color than this.

That particular Friday night, the height of her self-consciousness and anxiety about said date had reached an all new record. I swear, I couldn't make my eyes focus on her. Enid was practically vibrating with nerves, and her voice was positively screeching. I'd considered times aplenty the possibility of stapling her mouth shut, but in a stroke of generosity I let her have this one, thinking that her focusing on her little love story would make her leave me alone.

Wishful thinking, of course. I should've been better than this. Next time I won't be as merciful.

After dinner, Enid was supposed to get ready physically and emotionally and leave to meet Ajax. I did not think I'd need to be included, in any way, shape, or form.

Once again, wishful thinking.

Because once we'd settled in, Enid in front of her vanity, incessantly painting her face as she always does, and I in front of my typewriter, eager to clock in some much needed progress in my novel, she abruptly stopped, turned on her seat, and spoke to me.

There are a total of three mistakes I made after this point in time. Said three mistakes brought me where I am currently. Let's go over them together.

"Do you think Ajax will kiss me tonight?" is what Enid asked.

I paused my typing, fingers freezing over the keys. Of all things I could think of her asking, I certainly couldn't have predicted this .

"How should I know?" I asked back.

Here is my first mistake: I engaged with her in this topic of conversation in specific, as if it mattered to me or affected my life in any capacity. To act like Enid's worries and anxieties impacted me at all, would be a lie, and therefore by entertaining her train of thought I was lying to her straight through my teeth.

I felt her shrugging, even with my back turned and ourselves sitting on opposite sides of the room.

It's funny because, unbeknownst to me and very much to my horror, at some point during my so far short stay in Nevermore, I started being very attuned to Enid's reactions. I know when my words will be met with a shrug, or a horrified stare, or a half-creepy, horrifying, beaming smile full of teeth, or worse, a hug. The hug she very rarely acts on, thankfully. I've made it as clear as possible how I feel about them and she's eventually caught on, either out of respect for my personal wellbeing or out of fear due to my endless threatening to her if she hugged me one more time.