Blue moon

chapter two

"I can't stand it any longer" Wednesday grumbles, she's been sitting on her bed staring at the window for half an hour

I lower my book and watch as she steps off her bed and marches towards the window, she looks it over before she starts peeling a layer off. I go back to reading as she continues

"Who was it that you were talking to earlier?" Wednesday asks, the peeling sound continues so I doubt she's turned in my direction I continue reading as I respond from my place on my bed

"Who?" I ask flipping to the next page

"The artist I think that's what Enid called him I'm not sure, you disapeard and then when we entered the quad you were talking to him"

"It's a pentagon" I respond, I don't know why I'm avoiding the question but I've read over this page twice and I can't remember a single sentence so instead I just keep the book in place to avoid her reading my expression

"Blue" She says as the room falls into silence, I let out a sigh and place a bookmark between my pages before putting it on my night stand

"I was analyzing the student were going to be forced to have class with" I say straightening my posture before turning my attention to her cold eyes

"He caught me lurking and introduced himself, then I caught sight of you and left that's it" Wednesday looks skeptical but before she could ask anything more the door is opened

"What the hell did you do to my room?" Enid asks as she stomps towards where Wednesday stands

"Dividing our room equally" She states, the door takes up one corner so we each have one of the remaining three, mine and Wednesdays aline behind the dark half of the web window leaving the colorful vomit to Enid side

"Looks like a rainbow vomited on your side" Wednesday says as if she read my thoughts.

"I-" Enid starts

"Silence would be appreciated, this is my writing time" Wednesday interupts before siting down infront of her typewriter. Enid turns to me with raised eyebrows but all she gets as a response is a shrug as open my book again

"Your writing time?" She questions with her feet rooted in place

"I devote an hour a day to my novel, Blue devotes half an hour of the evening to reading criticizing and editing any work that I've completed" codependency is something not only doctors were suprised by but also our parents, while Wednesday is typically an emotionless cold hearted shell of a human she relies as heavily on me as she does breathing, I'm no different on that aspect. It's never been spoken about between us, our parents have brought it up on multiple accasions but neither of us acknowledge it.

"Prehaps if you devoted more time your vlog might be coherent, I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation" I roll my eyes at their prettiness and concentrate on the words on my page, I can't say how long I was able to block out their bickering before I'm brought back to reality when Wednesday gets out her seat and makes her way infront of Enid

"You mean emojis,it's how people express their feelings I realize that's a foreign conception to you" Enid explains as if Wednesday were a child

"When I look at you the following emojis come to mind: rope, shovel, hole" Wednesday turns and walks back to her typewriter and I turn back to my pages

"By the way theirs two Ds in Addams, if your going to gossip about us spell the names correctly" I state not looking up from my book. And just when I don't think the rainbow girl could get any worse, she puts on a pop song and dances in the middle of the room. If suicide were a picture it would be this very moment.