Opposites Attract~Wenclair

Chapter 8

Wednesday no longer avoids her.

But she doesn't do much more than nod in greeting or passing.

And then Wednesday's back to her casually harsh retorts in group settings, like over dinner or when a third or fourth person is there with them.

"We may be friends. But no more," was what Wednesday had said after they got back.

Enid doesn't want to be friends.

She's got enough friends already and she can't ignore the way she feels about Wednesday enough to pretend it's enough.

The rendering of their relationship to acquaintances from whatever they were seems...sad.

As if they don't know each other.

As if Enid doesn't know what it's like kissing Wednesday.

As if Enid hasn't seen the melancholic look Wednesday gave her when she said she doesn't want to hurt her.

Enid doesn't want to be friends with Wednesday.

She wants more.

So much more.

She doesn't want to sound like a man but she thinks she can wear Wednesday down.

Even in her mind, she's inwardly cringing thinking about all her straight friends and how the retelling of their love stories eventually lead to, "Oh, you know how it is. He was just so persistent. I couldn't say no."

The difference though, is that Enid knows Wednesday's into her.

She just...has some stuff to work out.

They both do.

If Wednesday genuinely tells her to back off, she will.

Eventually.

And god, Enid hates how audacious this is making her.

The good thing is Wednesday hasn't closed the door completely with her friend phrasing as well as her actual door which is currently open and Enid can hear the rhythmic clicking of keys come from.

Because she can't stay away from Wednesday and she has no chill, Enid pokes her head through.

"Hi. Whatcha doing?"

The rhythmic sound never pauses and Wednesday's head remains facing ahead, "Should be self-explanatory."

"You still working on your novels?"

Again, there's no pause in her typing but Wednesday's eyes at least glance over to Enid, "Did you need something from me?"

She then turns back to her writing, but not in a dismissive way.

"Just thought I'd check in on you. Y'know, as a friend."

And did Enid just hear a stumble in the keys?

"A friend of mine would know better than to disturb me while I'm writing."

"If you didn't want to be disturbed, you could have closed your door," Enid shrugs, though she knows Wednesday can't see her, "And you would have."

Wednesday doesn't say anything at that and Enid knows she knows her well enough by now to call her bluff.

Enid also doesn't know what to say after that so she does what she does best.

Awkwardly leave.

"Well...then. I just came to bother you. And you're as open and friendly as ever. So...bye."

She doesn't wait for a reply from Wednesday, not that she was expecting one anyway.

When she heads down the stairs, Enid hears the stopping of the keys followed by a deep sigh.