Wednesday: A Day At Nevermore

Chapter 11: The Art Studio 2

"Hey Wednesday, did you just come from the sheriff's office?" Asked Tyler curiously, "Your father's in a particularly frustrating form today. Avoid." Wednesday said, "Yeah, welcome to my world. You guys have the rave'n this weekend, right? It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today." Said Tyler, "I must be the only one who's not obsessed with this stupid dance." Wednesday said, "So, you're not going?" Tyler replied, "Actually, I was forced to ask someone as an act of self-preservation." Wednesday said, "Sure, that happens, I guess. So, who is it?" Tyler asked, "Xavier." Wednesday said, "Got it. Hope you two have fun." Tyler said bitterly. "I'm not sure why you're upset." Wednesday said, "That's kind of the problem. I mean call me crazy, Wednesday, but you keep giving me all these signals." Tyler accused, "It's not my fault I can't interpret your emotional morse code." Wednesday clapped back, "Then let me spell it out. I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this, and I have no idea where I stand. Am I in the 'more-than-friend zone' or just a pawn in some game you're playing?" Tyler asked, "I'm just dealing with a lot right now. I need to prioritize." Wednesday responded, "Thanks for clearing that up. I guess, give me a call if I ever move up your to-do list." Tyler retorted. Thing crawled onto Wednesday's shoulder and she told him forcefully, "Not one word." Wednesday walked past the window of Uriah's Heap, and saw an amazing black dress. "Hey Wednesday!" Exclaimed Dr. Kinbott, "Hello." "Are you going to the Rave'n this weekend?" Dr. Kinbott asked, "I'm not expected to answer your questions out in the wild, am I?" Asked Wednesday, "No, I suppose not. We can talk about the dance at our next session." Dr. Kinbott said excitedly, "Okay. Well leave now." Wednesday sighed.