Evermore

Back off, Thing

Wednesday's POV

 Of course Enid had disobeyed both of Wednesday's wishes: she had neither stayed at the bottom of the bed nor refrained from touching Wednesday. She had grunted and snuffled in her sleep, ending up rolling right onto Wednesday's legs, pushing them so hard into the old bed Wednesday was surprised that both that and her black silk pajamas had held up the entire night. 

 Wednesday checked the clock next to her typewriter and almost panicked-she knew for a fact it was Thursday (how ironic), and that school started at 8, same as always. She was therefore surprised that it was 10:02 and Thing, who was scurrying and busying himself with some scraps of paper Wednesday had no interest in, did not wake them up in time for their classes.

 She then realized, after he signaled 'hello', that after last night they had been given that week off and more. It was hard for her to greet him back, however, since Enid was nearly paralyzing her-the blond was taller and therefore no easier to move. So Wednesday, smiling properly for the first time in what felt like ages (though her smile was a wicked one), seized one of the tips of a particularly vibrant pink-and-blue-tipped strand of Enid's hair and pulled hard. 

 Enid jumped awake, nearly using Wednesday's stomach as a launching pad, and gave an immensely satisfying yelp. She then looked reproachfully around at Wednesday, realized that she was practically sitting on Wednesday's lap, got off hastily, and said, "you're smiling!"

 Wednesday had not realized the slight smirk that being evil once more had brought her, so she quickly rearranged her face and swept a loose strand of her own hair over her shoulder, shrugging awkwardly.

 "No don't stop, you look so pretty when you're smiling," said Enid, plastering a much more usual one of her own onto her face, before gasping again. "And your hair! Wednesday! Your hair is down! I've never fricking seen your hair down before! You look so pretty when you smile with your hair down!" 

 Wednesday did not know how to respond to this, so she got out of bed and went to the bathroom to braid it, ignoring Enid's flow of "you should do this more often," and "I always thought you slept with your hair braided too." When she emerged again she felt back to normal, back to Wednesday, whom her stupid sunny roommate did NOT literally sleep on. 

Enid's POV

 Enid felt the tiniest shred of embarrassment that she had so openly complimented her goth roommate on her hair and smile after sleeping on her, sitting on her, and almost jumping off her stomach. But no, because Wednesday was her friend now and friends complimented each other all the freaking time. 

 She knew she had made Wednesday uncomfortable, but could not help it. She had been so terrified and overwhelmed by the whole night in the woods with the Hyde and her friends and Wednesday nearly dying like THIRTEEN GODFORSAKEN TIMES. Enid had LITERALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD. And then she'd gotten a hug! And then another one! And then SLEPT WITH HER! 

 She knew Wednesday hated and would never done any of those three of her own free will.

 Which was why Enid was there to make her!

 "Hey, Thing," she said conversationally, sitting down on Wednesday's bed to talk to him, "what do you think we should do today? Should I take Wednesday to Weathervane and get some quads? Or should I introduce her properly to Yuko and let the two of them scheme endlessly about blood while I try not to pass out?" 

 Thing held up a number two. Enid sighed, regretting giving the hand this option. 

 "Weds!" she called. Wednesday's head popped out of the bathroom, and when she opened her mouth to make a threat and tell Enid not to call her that anymore, Enid spoke right over her. "One of my friends from last year is a vampire, I bed she'd love to meet you!"