Woe it's Wenclair

Realization

Wednesday

Can she tell how bad I am at this? I mean, usually the things Enid's better at than me are horrifically stupid. But I suppose this isn't so insignificant.

She holds me tight, well, it isn't uncomfortable so I guess you could call it firm? I'm not an avid enjoyer of physical touch that I can categorize things like this, obviously.

I wait for myself to start hating it, but I never do.

"You know, you're really stiff. It's like I'm holding a dead body."

"Oh. Is that bad?"

"Well, I mean not necessarily, but you might want to try, like, relaxing? I don't think people like hugging corpses?"

"I see... like this?"

I try my best to relax.

"Yeah! Isn't it nicer that you're not a corpse anymore!"

"I'd rather be one."

"Maybe you should be the one to go to therapy."

"It was a joke."

"I hope it was."

There's a silence.

"So how long do people do this?"

"Uhm, usually not that long unless like..."

"Like what?"

"Well what we're doing is like what couples do sometimes? It's not really normal? Unless we're at a funeral or something."

"So only at joyous occasions?"

She just sighs.

"So, you finished with your experiment, I mean this is nice-"

"Then why stop? I'm enjoying myself."

"You are?"

"Maybe. Anyway-"

She pulls away. Did I do something wrong? I knew I would.

"I'm sorry, did I-"

"No it's just, like, why do you enjoy it?"

"I don't know."

"You hate physical touch from anyone. Even your family..." Her face drops. "Are you just doing this for me?"

"No. Definitely not, it's not that, I promise it's not. I don't know. I don't know Enid, I'm trying to figure this out." I hurriedly explain.

Enid

I can say for sure I have no idea what to do. Wednesday has never been like this around me, around anyone, I'm sure. She's so vulnerable right now. There's red on her cheeks. It looks so pretty. I'm staring down at her, smiling. My head is racing. She's so amazing when she's vulnerable. So beautiful. It makes me want to-

"Ok, So... you wanna try something else?" I say without thinking.

What does that even mean? Try what?

"What?" She questions.

My hand moves toward her face.

"Well we could-"

I cover my mouth. Did I almost just say 'we could kiss'? I don't like Wednesday like that, do I? I don't think so, I mean I think she's pretty in a friend way, right? I gaze down at her. Only in the moment of realization do I notice the thoughts I'd been shoving in the back of my mind. Oh shit. I do like her.

"We could what?" She asks, curious. I don't think she understood, luckily.

"Nothing! Just normal friend stuff!"