Undeniable

oh Wednesday

Xavier's POV:
Nothing could prepare you for the way i feel for her. I wasn't going to deny anything. I was so hopelessly in love with Wednesday Addams.
Emphasis on hopelessly. I had a nudge when we were younger that i would somehow see her again and id develop a small crush on her. No. This is obsession. I didn't like her, i fucking loved her. I have never felt this way about anyone. You would call me crazy for loving her after what she did and honestly i don't know what to tell you. I had said some things out of anger....and jealousy but i never meant them.

I loved everything about her to be honest. Her pitch black hair that she braided, her big brown eyes which she tries to keep emotionless but i can see a spark of emotion from time to time, her plump lips which i so badly wanted to press against mine, her height which i find absolutely adorable, her old ways of things like a typewriter, the way she involves black in everything, the way she doesn't care about anyones opinion of her, her attitude which i find amusing, her morbid sense of humour and i could go on and on. I would never get tired of talking about her.

When she walked into school i felt numerous things. My heartbeat escalated. I was so whipped for her it wasn't even funny anymore. It just pained me. Knowing that she might not feel the same, pained me in many ways. I couldn't even keep my eyes off of her. Ajax had to bring me back to reality once in a while. I think she noticed that i was starting at her because from time to time i met her eyes. I was upset when he had to go to our dorms, i missed her immediately as i entered my room. I missed just staring at her. I know i sound creepy but i assure i am not. She was just so captivating. The texts we exchanged during the break was probably the most exciting thing that happened to me.
When we had class i can't even begin to talk about how happy i was when she didn't smash my snake. It made me feel accomplished.
I think my jealousy is getting out of hand because when she talked to Eugene i felt a bit jealous and when she hugged him i was...i was gone. I wanted that to be me. I hated that i was jealous of Eugene. He's such a sweet kid but i couldn't help it. It surprised me in the first place that she hugged back. I got over it though. I couldn't be jealous of Eugene. He's a great friend.

That night after i had taken a shower i decided to paint a bit. I started drawing an outline of a heart. I wanted to paint a bleeding heart. It represented what i felt for her. My heart bled for her. It yearned for her. Dammit. I needed to do something about this love. After the outlining of the heart i wanted to take a break instead of immediately starting to paint it. I got the idea to call Wednesday and before i knew it i had Wednesday on my screen and my phone ringing.
"Hey Wednesday."
"Xavier." And we talked about everything. How we were as kids. How the school had changed. How we had changed as people. I loved talking to her as much as i loved talking about her. I feel like i got more insight of her character. I can't wait to know more. It was getting pretty late and i looked at the time. We had been talking for hours.
"It's getting late." She said. I wouldn't ever want to deprive her of sleep.
"It is." I couldn't bring myself to end the call and she didn't end the call either and so we sat in silence for about a minute before i spoke remembering that she needs to sleep
"Good night Wednesday. I'll see you tomorrow." I said with a wide smile on my face.
"Goodnight Xavier." And with that the call ended. I went to bed that night with a huge smile on my face. Oh Wednesday.