Woe it's Wenclair

This girl is weird

Wednesday's POV

I don't know how I ended up hand in hand with Enid Sinclair, her running at a supersonic speed I can barely keep up with, black snood wrapped around my face, which I don't mind for once, because of the cold wind hitting my face, but you know, here we are.

"Jesus... Enid, are we... almost there?" I ask through ragged breaths.

"Yep!" She says, slowing down and now skipping along.

I look at our interlocked hands. This girl is weird. If it were anyone else, their fingers would be broken. I mean, I guess I don't mind it, really. Which is really, really weird. She knows I care for her, but that doesn't mean holding hands and hugging all the time. I pull away.

"We're just about there... I'm so excited!"

I don't need her to say that, I can tell by her jumping up and down.

"I do need to blindfold you though."

I sigh. I expect her to pull my snood over my eyes but she jumps behind me and covers my face with her hands. Warm. This is fine, I guess.

"Ok, walk slowly..." she says, legs right behind me.

"You know you've already done the birthday surprise crypt thing, which didn't work out well, and we're no where near the crypt so what-"

"Shhh!"

I start to walk, which is hard because I believe she is purposely trying to make it hard for me. "Will you stop giggling?"

She stops.

"Ok. Open."

Interesting. She's led me to this clearing with a large pond, reflecting the starry night sky, stumps and logs around, perfect for sitting around and sharing scary stories. Not bad, Sinclair.

"Intriguing." I say.

She grabs my wrist and leads me to one of the logs. She pulls something out of her backpack. Some case. And bag. She opens it. Makeup. Bright, Vibrant, hideous shades and colors.

"No." I start to back away.

"But Wednesday... please? For taking down the Hyde?"

"Sinclair."

"Yes?"

"I hate you."

"So it's a yes!"

I glare.

"Hmmm. We need some light though. I kinda forgot to bring flashlights for when it was gonna get dark."

"Idiot." I stand up and begin to grab kindling and logs.

"Look at you, you little Girl Scout!" Enid claps her hands together.

I try my best to ignore the comment. In no time, I've created a small fire using my pocket lighter.

"Do you smoke or something-"

"Enid. No I do not smoke. They're useful."

"You do realize you've single-handedly made it much easier to do this now." She hold up the makeup bag and case.

I bite my lip. "Right."

"Alright, let's start, shall we!" She holds out a makeup wipe.

"Shit."

Enid has now pinned me down, rubbing of what's on my face. I try to punch her multiple times but she dodges.

"Done!"

We sit up.

"You look really pretty with nothing on."

I raise an eyebrow.

"MAKEUP, I MEAN!"

I smile. "I know what you meant."

She begins rummaging through her bag. It's funny, seeing her embarrassed. For some reason, it makes me want to smile. This girl is weird.

"Now, um. Let's just do eyeliner."

I stare at her focused face as she applies all the makeup, imaging how terrible she's making me look.

"Remember when I said I was allergic to color?"

She's about to put pink eyeshadow on me.

"OH SHIT WERE YOU NOT JOKING?"

I smile again. So much smiling today. It's unlike me.

"Just kidding."

She gives a little growl.

After what seems like forever, she gets the lipstick out. She puts it on slowly, for some reason, a little pink in the face as she stares at my lips. I stare at her.

"Umm. Yeah. Done." She laughs, uncomfortably.

I'm still staring.

This girl is weird.