Lillian never had strong roots growing up, she preferred to spread her wings and fly but when the Addams family took her in everything change. After Wednesday and Lillian's expulsion from their school they find that their new academy is not what it...
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Lilith
A quick glance at my watch confirms that Wednesday should be leaving for her court appointed therapy about now. If I set off for Jericho soon I should be able to catch up with her before she plans her escape. She did imply she was just going to scout out a plan incase I couldn't get away from class but if she wants to leave and I'm holding her back-
"Are you okay?" I whip around in surprise at the sound of Xavier's voice. He stares down at me in concern, brows furrowed and I fight the urge to smooth out the worry line. "You said you felt ill... from the- meat."
He makes a face at the last word and I smother my giggles in response. Why must he look so adorable?
"I'm fine." I give him a soft smile, indicating down the hallway for him to join me. The walk is silent, almost awkward, as we both sneak glances at each other.
"How-"
"I wanted-"
I embarrassedly chuckle, glancing down at the floor before looking up at Xavier who is staring down at me with a soft expression.
"You first." He murmurs.
"I wanted to thank you for helping me." I give him a small smile, knowing that my cheeks are no doubt heating up. "You didn't have to and after everything-"
"I wanted to." He states before faltering slighting at his own forwardness. He clears his throat, "You're my friend. Nothing is going to change that."
"And I know friendship is somewhat foreign to you-" He teases and I roll my eyes. "-but friends look out for each other."
"Okay." I whisper, smiling at the slight blush that adorns his face. "What were you going to say?"
He pauses, a look of confusion flashing over his face before-
"Oh, right. Yeah." He nods hastily, rummaging through his pockets. "Here. I thought it might help."
I stare down at the biscuit packed in his open palm.
"Ginger biscuit. Helps with the nausea." Xavier tries to smile but it's as though he's suddenly questioning his actions. "Ajax has them. Most of the stoners do. Apparently it can be quite sickening come out from a statue state. Something about your internal organs being turned to stone, and then back to mush and they being frozen in place before being able to move again- and anyway, it's all just a sickening experience so most of them carry around anti-sickness pills or biscuits or-"
"Xavier." I interrupt, and he forces a quick smile before nibbling at his lip.
