Wenclair's Love Story

La Vie en Rose (M)

Warning: Smut 🙃

Enid Sinclair's POV:

This new year is going to be amazing! The sun is setting over a clear horizon, I was productive today, no one is trying to kill us, and my mindset is great. Everything. Is. Awesome.

Ooh, today is also Wednesday and I's monthly anniversary, if you don't count when we broke up for a few weeks . We aren't doing anything special today since we've had other obligations to tend to, but now we're both back in our dorm and we can finally hang out! Well, Wednesday is still working on her novel but I'm sure she'll be done soon!

In the meantime, I'm texting Claudia, that one super-friendly girl from the Halloween party. She's been helping me 'maximize my brand's potential' these last few weeks and since it's a new year, she thinks it's time I cross over to platforms like TikTok. If I could actually get paid to do social media, it would be an absolute dream.

A few days have gone by since her TikTok suggestion, and I think it's finally time to do it. I just finished a shift at the diner, and since I'm not doing anything at the moment, better now than never!

"Wens, do you wanna be in one of my TikToks?" I ask.

My girlfriend doesn't even acknowledge my presence as she sits at her typewriter, writing up a storm. I bet she can't even hear me with her headphones on. Ever since Christmas, she's been wearing them non-stop. It makes me happy she loves her gift, I just wish her headphones could have an 'Enids trying to talk to you' button.

I walk up behind her chair, lightly tapping her shoulder. Upon the touch, she flinches, and in one swift move she now has a knife pointed against me. To be expected, I guess...

"Oh, it's you," she sighs, giving the knife some slack against my neck.

"Yup, it's just me. So can you lower the knife now?"

"Yeah, the scene I'm writing seems to be causing heightened paranoia," she says, lowering the weapon as her weight shifts back into the chair.

I rock on my heels, "As I was saying, do you want to be in a TikTok with me?"

She glances up, fully pulling herself out of the story, "what will this video entail?"

"I was thinking maybe I could sing something, or do a trendy dance, ooh, we could also make like a cute couples thing!"

"Hold on, you sing?" She looks shocked, bringing her black headphones down to rest on her neck, allowing herself to hear me clearly.

Ughhh why did she have to pick the most embarrassing of my options? Whyyyyy?!?!

"I mean... I don't sing well but yeah! I actually play guitar too, I stopped last year because of all the mysteries and death, but I want to pick it back up again."

"Make a singing video then."

"Are you sure you don't want to learn a dance with me instead?" I ask, praying she changes her mind because I don't want to mess up in front of her, I would literally get PTSD!

Wednesday simply raises an eyebrow, giving me 'the look' before spinning back around to continue typing. Damn, she knows I can't say 'no' when she looks at me like that.

"Okay, I just have to tune my guitar fast, I haven't used her in a while."

"Her? Have you named your instrument?"

"Oh, I got this guitar when I was about 9. It's gone through like 50 different names. My parents drew little flowers on the body since they couldn't afford a custom pink one. I haven't taken it out of the case in a while. I almost forgot I had it," I admit, strolling over to my stuffed animal pile where I grab the case it resides in.