Wenclair One-Shots

i'm your garbageman (Part 2/3)

It was a lovely, sunny day outside.

Wednesday grimaced. "Let's sit under a tree."

"Ugh, Wednesday," Enid complained. "It's finally not freezing-your-ass-off weather and you want me to sit in the shade?"

Wednesday gave her a sharp glare. "It's non-negotiable. You can go sit with someone else if you want."

Enid pouted. "Well, I didn't say that."

Once Wednesday had found a tree she was happy with, Enid laid out her little tartan picnic blanket along the line the shadow's edge made on the ground. She seated herself on the sunny side, and Wednesday curled up in the shade of the tree. They were just two students among the masses enjoying the sun-bathed courtyard, which meant Enid had finally gotten Wednesday to participate in the mob mentality. It was surprising how little convincing it had taken.

Enid stretched and smiled pleasantly up at the sky, eyes drifting shut. "I'm so happy it's a Saturday. Can you imagine being in class on a morning like this?"

"Quite vividly," Wednesday said. "That's the defining difference between the two of us."

"Hey!" Enid said, suddenly frowning. She then paused to think. "Wait, that's the defining difference between the two of us? My lack of imagination? Have you looked at us in a mirror recently?"

Wednesday opened her mouth to retort, but whatever she was about to say was cut short by a shadow interrupting Enid's perfect sun. Wednesday looked up, over Enid's shoulder, expression turning almost sour. Well, just perceptibly more sour than usual.

"Hey, you two," came a deep voice.

Enid turned to look at its origin to find Xavier, in all his lanky, hoodie-clad, man-bun glory. He was smiling like he knew something. Enid set her jaw.

"What do you want?" Wednesday asked evenly, maintaining piercing eye contact. Enid couldn't help but be jealous of the attention.

Xavier held his hands up in mock-surrender. "Nothing, nothing. I come in peace, I swear."

Enid figured the annoyance coming through in Wednesday's voice had something to do with Enid staking claim to her today—obviously (idiot) she'd rather be sitting on a picnic blanket with the object of her affections, or whatever. Enid huffed.

She tried to school her expression of disappointment. It made no sense, anyway. She spent every waking hour with Wednesday—they lived together. Plus, she'd never even wanted Xavier's attention. He could go on a picnic date with Wednesday, if he wanted. See if she cared.

"So," Xavier said, smirking a little with the corner of his mouth. "You guys look cosy."

"We are," Wednesday said.

Enid wondered if that was some kind of veiled Wednesday-speak invitation to join them. Like, Oh, Xavier, it's so cosy down here, please sit next to me and let me braid your luxurious hair. If so, Enid should probably get out of there. No matter how little she wanted to.

"Actually, I was just about to go back to our dorm," she said, donning a mask of indifference over the irritation she felt at being passed over.

Wednesday looked at her sharply. "What? Why?"

Ever the detective. Enid's expression turned almost fond.

"No reason, I guess," she said. "I'm just tired. Plus, I should probably finish my math homework before Monday."

"You begged me to come out here with you," Wednesday said.

Enid tried to nod her head meaningfully towards Xavier, but trust Wednesday to make everything difficult. Her brow furrowed questioningly. Enid cut her losses. She squeezed Wednesday on the knee and pushed herself up off the ground. Wednesday would understand the favour soon enough.