Wenclair One-Shots

you know it's good to be tough like me (but i will wait forever) (Part 4/4)

"Alright," Yoko said. "Spill."

Enid laughed nervously. "What?"

Yoko looked deeply unimpressed over her sunglasses.

"Was it the laugh?" Enid asked, resigned already.

"Definitely the laugh," Yoko said. "Not that I wouldn't know already. I've never seen you late to class before."

Enid's face went very warm. She figured it was better to not say anything at all, but it was surely painted all over her face based on the way Yoko got a lecherous grin that had Enid rolling her eyes despite her embarrassment.

"Oh, wow," Yoko said, drawing it out a little too long. They finished packing their things and walked out of the classroom to lunch together. "So, that creepy little roommate of yours finally made her move, huh?"

"Don't call her creepy," Enid defended automatically, though there was no malice in Yoko's voice. On the contrary, Yoko, more than most of their friends, seemed to really enjoy Wednesday's strangeness. Creatures of the night, Enid supposed, even more than herself. "And even if that were true, how do you know I wouldn't have made the first move?"

Yoko shot her such an openly doubtful look that Enid spluttered automatically. "First of all," Yoko said, "she specifically told me to call her spooky. And second, you'd sooner pitch yourself off the roof than make your little goth even in the realm of uncomfortable. I was convinced we'd all wait a decade for anything to finally happen."

"We?" Enid squawks indignantly.

"And what are you getting all defensive for anyway, huh?" Yoko pushed, her fangs peeking out of her grin. "Gay ass."

"Shut up!" Enid snapped, heat filling her face even more, shoving at her friend. "God, you are so..."

"Charming," Yoko finished. Enid thought she saw her incisors actually twinkle in the light like a cartoon.

Enid blew all the air out of her nose. Yoko, aside from Wednesday, was her best friend, and despite her teasing, Enid knew that Yoko really was trying to help her open up. It seemed Enid was perhaps the only student in the school who knew how to openly discuss things, and everyone else took strange, roundabout ways of hinting at them.

"Just," Enid sighed, and Yoko already looked victorious. "We haven't, like... talked about a lot of stuff yet. We didn't have time."

Yoko raised an eyebrow, a roguish grin on her face.

"Not like," Enid started with a splutter, and shoved her again. "Cut it out!"

"Okay, okay," Yoko laughed. "Seriously, what's up?"

Enid pursed her lips. "Fine, just–this is between us."

"Of course," Yoko said immediately, and Enid smiled. She'd assembled quite the little family at school. She couldn't imagine talking to any of her blood relations with so much support and surety.

"Well, we, um," Enid began falteringly. She wanted to share, actually she was kind of bursting at the seams to, but she didn't want to mention Wednesday's issues even to Yoko. It felt quiet and sacred, the way Wednesday had whispered to her, nudged their fingers together, rested her forehead against Enid's. That wasn't even touching the heart-wrenching confession about Wednesday's self-inflicted touch-starvation that Enid still was astonished she'd survived.

"We talked last night," she said finally. "About some things she's been, like, going through."

Yoko just nodded silently in acknowledgement. Wednesday's unwellness, as it were, had been noticeable to pretty much anyone even passingly familiar with her.