Cherry Wine // Wednesday X Xavier

If We Make It Through December

Wednesday ran herself a bath. Scolding hot, she lowered herself in. Her loose hair floating in the water, she opened her eyes underneath to watch the bubbles float to the top. Maybe she was allergic to Xavier's touch? That would explain this overwhelming itch that fluttered in her chest and tightened up around her chest. Wednesday resurfaced, hearing a rapping at the bathroom door.

"Wednesday?" Enid's soft voice came from the other side. She was worried when her best friend didn't come back for toasted hot chocolate and warmed cake. Wednesday may be tough on the outside but she had a soft spot for sweets. She just tried very hard not to show it. "Wednesday, are you in there?"

"Wednesday is dead." Wednesday called out, "she drowned." Enid laughed behind the door, twisting the knob and slipping in with her eyes shut. The tub was large enough that she wouldn't see anything anyways but out of respect she closed her eyes feeling her way towards the edge of the porcelain. She slipped down on the floor, her back toward Wednesday.

"Are you okay?" Enid sighed.

"Peachy" Wednesday waded her fingers through the water, splashing the lavender scented bath around.

"Don't lie." Enid worried.

"I think I'm sick." Wednesday said, earning a gasp from Enid who spun around to meet her face to face. No more privacy between them. Thankfully the water was a deep purple, shielding Wednesdays form from visibility.

"What, like cancer or something?" Enid said insensitively. Wednesday rolled her eyes, sinking in just enough for her face to be the only thing above the surface.

"No Enid." Enid sat back again, relief falling from her shoulders. "Everytime," Wednesday continued, trying to find the right words. "Everytime I'm around Xavier there's this tight pain in my chest. I think I may be having an allergic reaction." Enid stifled a laugh using the back of her hand. Wednesday sat up in the tub, "are you laughing at me?"

Enid giggled again, "I'm not laughing." She was terrible at trying to hide how humorous she thought Wednesday's naïveté was.

Irked, Wednesday sunk back into the water, "you're definitely laughing. I'm being serious."

"You're not allergic to Xavier." She made a shape with her hand, two C's met in the middle to make a heart. Showing them to Wednesday, "You're in love with him."

Wednesday scoffed, splashing water out at Enid. "Impossible."

Enid laughed, wiping the water from her hair. "Well," she looked back to Wednesday, "what did it feel like with Tyler?"

Another shot to the heart when hearing his name but Wednesday forced herself to reflect on their encounters, at least the ones where he wasn't a bloodthirsty-monster-marionette. "I didn't love him." Wednesday said blatantly.

"I guess that's true," Enid thought for a moment. "Then why did you kiss him?"

"I wanted to check on something." Realization struck, that feeling of tightness had felt familiar. The kiss made her weak, a victim of incarceration within her own body. She had felt helpless in his hold, her lips weren't her own and her mind left her body. Of course until her vision for devastation coursed through her ruining the moment. Maybe she did have some feelings for Tyler, but those were long gone now. So what is this with Xavier?

"Maybe," Enid teased, "maybe you should check with Xavier too."

"I'm not kissing him." Wednesday protested her friend's poor attempt at matchmaking. "We are friends. And you know I don't make friends."

"I know, I know." Enid sighed, pulling herself from the cold tile of the bathroom floor. She grabbed the towel sitting on the toilet seat, holding it out for Wednesday to cover herself. Wednesday gave her a look, Enid reading it and shutting her eyes tight as Wednesday emerged from the water, her body dripping a slight chill in the air sending goosebumps up and down her nearly translucent skin.

She took the towel and wrapped herself in it, her hair stringy and hanging down her back, water pooling on the floor around her. Enid opened her eyes, following her friend back into their shared bedroom for the week. "But really," Enid flopped down on the large bed, "you should think about getting closer to him."

Wednesday sighed, grabbing her brush and running it through her hair, straightening out the knots. She had not planned for any of this to happen during her break. Wednesday wished she could lock herself away and ignore all of this but her mother had Lurch remove the locks to her room the day after her friends had arrived. Morticia always knew what her daughter was thinking before she did herself, that wicked witch. Wednesday wasn't sure how much she could handle this entire ordeal. At this point she thought she may not even be able to make it through December, and it gave her hope for the sweet release of death.