All For Not

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After my busy early morning at the morgue and Wednesday's board of crime shots causing our roommate to collapse, I could barely care or think of how when I arrived at Miss Thornehill's class she sat in my spot, right next to Xavier, instead I simply walked towards a free chair and sat tiredly before dozing off internally.

I guess my sluggish feeling did more than make my body tired, it made me skip past the entire day within what felt like merely minutes. Leaving me to wander blindly even when pulled along to an unknown destination by the cool hand of my sister, that is until she let go and Enid grabbed onto me in excitement, pulling me from my fogged mind and shaking me quite literally.

"Oh my God!" Enid's squeal pierced my blanked mind as she became overly excited in the middle of the street I found myself looking at in confusion, "Wednesday Addams is going to the Rave'N. My whole world is tilted! You know what you need?" I paused as did they, shock filling me as I eyed my sister, "a bullet to the head?" Enid was excited for some reason and I was still quite lost with my muddled mind, "a dress." Wednesday broke mentally and it was clear that she was uncomfortable with the idea of going to a dance at all, "I already have one.

"Not the one you showed up here in!" I side eyed the blonde, her hatred for our fashion taste was in no way a shock, she always seemed to complain about the choices when she got the chance even though it wasn't so often. "That thing was a fashion emergency not even lightning could resuscitate." She turned to our fourth companion suddenly desperate, "Thing, back me up here." He did in fact not back her up... His action had even caused her to groan and look at Wednesday trying to convince the impossible, "you need something that screams, 'First date. Stand back, bitches! I have arrived!' And I know just the place!" She gestured her hands to our side in a dramatic fashion, showing us a dress shop with bright pastel colors, "what kind of dystopian hellscape is this?"

"Our first roomie shopping spree! The dance committee's suggesting all white to match the theme, but that's not gonna fly with us." I frowned, "why all white?" She was almost too happy to explain, "climate change, it's ice themed and everything, kind of like a winter wonderland, there's even going to be an ice sculpture of a yeti, how cool is that?" I cringed, swallowing the lump in my throat, "then it will be cold?" She paused her excitement looking at me, "I'm sure it won't be that cold, besides you could always just hold onto me if it turns out to be too much, better yet I can see if Principle Weems would allow like a hot chocolate bar or something for you," I sighed nodding more relaxed now that the possibility of warmth would be present, "besides, there won't be real snow, promise..." She turned back to Wednesday, opening her mouth to be stopped in her tracks.

"I have more pressing business than to worry about a dress for a dance I don't want to attend." Enid frowned as I stood quietly, "but I thought we were bonding." a group of our fellow classmates walked past and into the shop we stood before, "I feel I'll only slow you down, you're a gazelle. I'm a wounded fawn, cut me loose and go run with the pack... And take Morella." I turned my head looking at her with such disinterest that she could taste the annoyance as it rolled off of me in waves, if I was a cat with a tail she would see the annoyance vibrate through the appendage, "are you sure?" She nodded, "I'm going to see Galpin." Enid smiled, grabbing onto me and began to drag me towards the door as I looked back and matched the glare of my sister's eyes. I'd later rectify her disloyalty, but for now I'd adhere to Enid's eagerness.

"Okay so, first things first," the door opened and I was forced to look forward out of safety precautions, "what's your favorite color?" I frowned at the question, reluctantly opening my mouth to answer, "and don't say black," the frown deepened, "I have no interest in this Enid, nor do I have an invitation," she sighed, "you don't need an invitation, besides I'm sure someone will ask you, even though Xavier is going with Wednesday, which was a total shock by the way." I raised a brow, "Xavier and my sister?"

"Clearly you weren't listening, so basically she asked him to go with her this morning and he said yes, isn't that great? I could have sworn you two had something going on," I grunted looking around at the dresses while simultaneously ignoring her words, "so, color?" Her voice became off as if she was finally feeling awkward, "it's a shade, not a simple color to find. Tricorn black, dark and velvety is the only way to describe it properly," she frowned this time, "but I wanna do a pink dress, what if we clash when we dance..."

A single brow raised on my face as I listed another color off my thoughts, "red." She perked up suddenly, "perfect!" She moved forward no longer grasping onto me as I interrupted her walk, "blood red..." It was quiet between us as she turned around to face me, "mhm, of course, blood red, just, my, luck." She sighed, turning and looking around as I swallowed, caving in, "if it is too much for your palette choice, we can pick something else," she waved her hand back at me, "no, no, it's alright, we'll just have to personally ask if they have the dress is all. Or maybe get one from that weird cultist shop."

"It's an oddity shop," she ignored me, "and then we can search for dates, or just go alone, maybe, if no one asks me, I mean us." I blinked a few times, the assaulting colors and bright lights making it hard to pay attention to her frantic obsessiveness, "I have no intention of asking anyone to the dance and no one in their sane mind would ask me Enid." I would much rather prefer to be on her side of the dorm room, at least her colors weren't so pale and brightening like bleached sheets.