Wenclair One-Shots

Girl..Friends? Night

Summary:

It's been a few days since Enid took down the Hyde and since Wednesday saved the school and sent Crackstone back to hell. It was announced the semester was being cut short and because of this, Enid decides to spend one last night with Wednesday in their dorm.

Or;

They have a gay ass girls' night which leads to dysfunction, vulnerability, late night conversations and a first kiss.

(there are some grammatical errors and spelling mistakes but it's readable!)

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Wednesday was tired.

She always thought sleep was for the weak when she had things to be do but, she'd done her duties. She'd saved the school from a nasty bigot and lived to rebel another day.. not to mention, it was a bit late.

Like most of her peers, she'd spent the day listening to teachers get emotional in class about the past events and the loss of their beloved principal.

It was disheartening, but every speech felt the same..

Anyways, back to her tiredness. Wednesday didn't bother trying to be quiet on the creaky wooden floor as she walked up some stairs and turned down the hall to make it to her room. On her own grave, she longed for sleep.

News has spread like wildfire that the semester was being cut short— meaning students were being given fourth-eight hours to pack up and say their goodbyes.

Wednesday felt indifferent about leaving.

Months ago? She would've taken the opportunity to leave without a second thought. However, now, she'd grown attached to something about this place..

Was it the continuous twists and turns of mystery that Nevermore came with? Or was it the fact that the place was as broken and gloomy as she was?

Or, putting all options on the table, was it a person that gave her an attachment to Nevermore?

Perhaps, a person with blonde hair and an obnoxious smile..

Wednesday pushed opened the door, hearing it creak. She half expected Enid to be asleep by now considering it was almost midnight. To her surprise, the blonde was in the middle of the room, hatching up a plan that didn't involve sleeping just from the looks of it— instead it involved nail polish, music and face masks.

The sight was sickening.

"Wednesday, where have you been? It's late."

Typical Enid.

With her, it was either an over the top warm welcome with way too much enthusiasm.. or it was a worried lecture about her whereabouts and safety.

"I was returning the last of my textbooks." Wednesday said, shrugging off her back zip-up jacket— leaving her in her long sleeve black and white stripped shirt and black sweatpants, "I see you've been busy.."

Enid was dressed in her usual orange and pink stripped sweater. Wednesday wasn't one for color, but she'd be lying if she said she hadn't grown fond of seeing it on the blonde. Something about it was simply comforting.

Odd. She really was tried, wasn't she?

"Of course I have! It's our last night in the dorm together, you're seriously going to bed like it's nothing?"

"What else is there to do? It's a dorm."

"A dorm with music, silly!" Enid started excitedly.

Wednesday watched her get up from her cross-cross sitting position on the floor and go to retrieve her pink speaker. God, no! Not that speaker! Anything but that!