Evermore

Awkward Love

Wednesday's POV

 Enid's lips connected with hers, and Wednesday had never felt anything like it before; it was such a rush of emotion until there was a knock on the door and both hastily broke apart. Enid gave Wednesday her hands and knife back, and Wednesday looked both like she was trying not to smile and... mutinous. 

 Which also happened to be how she felt. No one had ever, ever treated her like Enid had. Enid had been her best friend, even though Wednesday had done her best to push her away. Enid had persevered, ended up breaking Wednesday's defenses and causing them to fall for each other. No one had ever slept with her like that, protected her like that, looked at her like that. There were stolen glances across the classrooms, but more often it was Enid's, watching Wednesday. But no one, not even her family, had ever hugged her like this, kissed her like this, tried so hard to do everything in their power for her like this. Enid was special in Wednesday's heart, and it was only then that they realized what that meant for each other.

 Each avoiding the other's gaze, they strode silently to the door and pulled it open. The principal came in and sat herself on Wednesday's bed, since Enid's, though it was nearest the door, was still stained with blood. Wednesday sat down at her desk and turned to face this new principal, Enid glaring at her side. 

 "No need to answer the door with a knife," said this lady, looking disturbed. 

 "There is in many ways," Wednesday responded. 

 "I suppose," said the lady. "However, I am not... pleased that you casually host and carry around knives in your dorm, and even less pleased with the amount of red paint on those sheets that look awfully like blood."

 "I host an entire platoon of things everyone would be much disturbed by," said Wednesday coldly. "An entire collection of knives, poisons, swords, guns, and even a disembodied hand, which I named and use as a servant on a daily basis-"

 "And incredibly witty snapback," Enid finished for her, giving her hand a little squeeze. Wednesday could not stop herself from shifting closer to that warm body that had protected her so much. She could also feel Enid's praise about her cleverness and trash talking, and that also made her want to be closer. 

 "I see," said the lady, looking more disturbed than ever. "Anyway, I wished to speak to you about that arm-which I now see must be injured due to your... er... platoon of things everyone would be much disturbed by. I also wanted to ask you how you two are doing, with everything going on." 

 Wednesday and Enid exchanged glances; clearly this question was directed at Enid, since the entire school, plus its staff, knew who Wednesday Addams was by now, was utterly terrified of her, and could not understand how Enid had both tolerated her this long and had kept herself in one piece since Wednesday had moved in. 

 "As delusional as ever," Enid said proudly, making to look down at Wednesday and help her to her feet, but Wednesday slapped her hand away and added coldly, "this is undoubtedly true, and I also beg you to remind her to NOT DISTURB ME DURING MY WRITING TIME?" she glared at Enid, who was unable to hold down her giggles. 

 "Well, due to this arm, I am giving you one more week. Good day." She left. 

 "Stay here, new plan," Wednesday told Enid. "I am going to get a DNA test." 

 "What?! Weds please don't hurt yourself!" Enid squealed.

 Wednesday stood, nodded, and left, leaving Enid to talk to Thing about painting his nails again. She shook her head silently as she walked down the corridor; Enid really was as delusional as ever, if not even more. Wednesday decided to accept the fact that both had feelings for the other, and to just move on.