In which two complete opposite personalities are drawn together. To Wednesdays surprise, she would have never thought about falling for a boy that had almost nothing in common with her. Lucas Thorpe would have never guessed that Wednesday Addams wou...
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"THIS DAY IS BEGINNING TO GET WORSE BY THE MINUTE" Wednesday muttered under her breath, her usual deadpan voice laced with a rare frustration. I glanced at her, noticing her hands trembling ever so slightly, betraying the fury she felt beneath that cool exterior. I couldn't help but think how out of character it was for her to even acknowledge any hint of weakness.
"Alright, it's finished" I declared, unable to suppress the excitement in my voice as I took a step back to admire my work.
The moment the words left my mouth, Wednesday shot out of her seat like a bolt of lightning. "Hey! Where are you going?" I called, scrambling to gather my supplies and follow her as she stormed for the door.
"I could care less about your painting" she snapped, yanking the door open. "I've wasted enough time here. I need to get back to my search."
I could feel my stomach twist into knots, the intensity of her words stinging more than I'd expected. "Wait, hold on, at least let me—"
"No, you're not coming with me" she interrupted, her eyes narrowing.
I couldn't stop myself from pushing, the instinct to be near her too strong. "Why?"
"Because" she started, her voice sharp as a knife, "we've been hanging out long enough, don't you think?"
I frowned, "Well I—"
"And the whole point I let you waste my time was so you could provide me with some valuable information" she continued, her gaze unwavering. "But you've failed at that."
I smirked, trying to keep my composure, though my heart raced. "It wasn't a waste, though. I enjoyed it...hell, we both did."
Wednesday paused, a flicker of hesitation crossing her features, but only for a second before she turned on her heel. "Good day, Lucas."
She left, but I stayed there in the doorway, leaning against the frame, lost in the absurdity of what had just happened. Deep down, I knew the truth—if she really didn't care, she would've left without a second thought. But she didn't. She waited until I finished, a small but telling detail. Maybe there was something more behind her words.
I sighed and let the door close behind me, slumping onto my bed. I wasn't about to admit it, not even to myself, but there it was. I didn't just want to be friends with Wednesday—I wanted more. And I wasn't sure how long I could keep that to myself.
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Later that evening, in the gloom of Crackstone's crypt, the air was thick with anticipation. I sat with Ajax and Kent, trying to distract myself from the unease gnawing at me. "I never enjoyed those video games" I said casually, attempting to steer the conversation away from the nervous energy in the room. "I was more of an artist, hence the obsession with art."
