Woe it's Wenclair

Alone time

Enid
I can't do this. Really, I can't. She stands in front of me, so confused, wanting to do something she wouldn't with anyone other than me. And I'm completely closing off the opportunity. I mean, she's thinking of it as an experiment, nothing more, but still.

Her eyebrows are pushed together, confused.

"You can't?"

I have to make up something. I can't ruin this.

"My senses are all weird before the full moon." I conjure up.

"Oh. Right."

Does she believe it? I can't tell from her face. It's almost blank, but there's a bit of emotion. What emotion, I don't know.

"I'll go write, then." She offers, walking to her bags.

"Yeah."

I sit on my bed, and slide on some headphones, but I don't play anything. I've gotten used to the typewriter sounds anyway. I imagine I'm back at Nevermore, in bed, relaxed, Wednesday and I merely existing in the same room, but there being something so serene about it.

After about an hour, I glance over and notice the pile of crumpled up paper next to the girl in black, a frown on her face. She hasn't noticed me yet. I like seeing her exist by herself.

"What?" She asks, not looking at me.

"Oh, nothing really. Writers block?" I ask, gesturing to the blank sheet of paper in front of her.

"Unfortunately. It seems that I'm unable to focus." She answers, massaging her temple.

"I can leave." I offer.

"It's your room. Besides, it's not you. Well, not you right now." She explains.

"Not me... What?"

"I just keep thinking about earlier."

Which earlier does she mean? To be honest, a lot happened today.

"Besides, it's hard to focus in the trenches with the enemy so close."

It takes me a second to understand.

"You mean my family?"

"Who else would I be talking about? You?" She asks, eyebrow raised.

"Probably not."

"Actually, you definitely have loathsome characteristics."

"Hey!" I exclaim.

I can see the ghost of a grin on her face. She swivels around in my pink chair.

"So do you. Like lying. Mrs. I can't touch color or I'll die." I reply, crossing my arms.

"It was the only chair. And it was hives, by the way."

"Wow. Ok." I say, nodding.

It's like we're back at school already.

I get a wonderful idea. As I close in on her, and while her guard is down, I grab a pillow from behind me.

"Wednesday?"

"Yes?"

I thrust the pillow down on her face.

I wait for an attack, but she stays still, the bright pink pillow laying on her face. I hear her take a deep breath.

"You should have ran when you had the time." She hissed.

Oh shit.

She jumps up, grabs me by the waist, and throws me on the bed, trapping me. As she grabs the pillow, I roll over and grab another, ready to strike.

"You don't have a chance." She states.

"I don't know, I've got a lot of years of fights and wrestling with my brothers under my belt."

"Wrestling? I pity you. I've nearly killed Pugsley too many times to count. Of course, I could have finished the job if I wished."

"Good for you. I knew the reason, though. It's because you love him. Therefore you won't defeat me."

"Oh, don't think I'm not capable of throwing you down on your own bed and relishing in the sweet sounds of you begging for mercy."

Good lord.

I drop the pillow and promptly leave the room before she can respond.

The red on my cheeks is my enemy, a traitor. Why did she have to say it like that? Jesus Christ.

I go into the laundry room, put my head in a pile of clothes, and scream. I feel the fabric against my face. After the stench of dirty laundry gets to be too much, I stand up.

Why. Please almighty god tell me why. I have no words. No words except why. Those three Greek myth ladies with the string are laughing, tying a goddamn knot and it's making me choke.

"Enid?" Wednesday asks, knocking on the door.

Here goes. Act natural. Or enlighten Wednesday in her stupidity. I swear, she's so annoyingly hot. No, don't think about that. Please shut up, Enid.

I take a deep breath, dust myself off, and open the door.

"Let's go." I say, trying to squeeze past her.

"Hey, hold on, what did I do?" She asks, grabbing my hand.

"We'll talk about it later." I say, not meeting her face.

"Alright."

I pull her down the hall. If I spend anymore time alone with her, I swear I'll combust. Or worse, say something stupid.

"We're entering no man's land now. Prepare yourself." I mutter.

My mother and father are talking alone on the couch, Pugsley is trying to climb the mantel. Wednesday's Parents are looking at my Mom's decorations in part disgust, part curiosity.

"Oh! Wednesday! Enid! So wonderful to see you." Mrs. Addams says, turning towards us.

"Oh, you too." I say.

Wednesday just sighs.

"What were you two up to?"

Pugsley jumps down from the mantle.

"They were kissing. It was disgusting."

Mrs. Addams looks at Mr. Addams and they share a knowing glance.

Wednesday strides up to Pugsley and sizes him down.

"We obviously were not, if you even think we would do that, you are a disgusting fiend and deserve to die in a pit full of regurgitating sharks."

That kinda hurts.

Pugsley snickers and goes to climb the mantel again.

"Alright, well, whether you were or not-"

"We. Were. Not." Wednesday hisses.

Is it that bad to imagine? Maybe it's good to be shut down now so my hopes don't get crushed too late.

Wednesday's mother looks at her husband.

"I think it's time for us to take our leave, the situation seems under control-" He announces.

"Under control? Enid cannot be near her mother. How is that under control?"

"Enid's mother isn't horrible, Wednesday. She's being quite a nice host for us, considering we have shown up uninvited."

"How can you care about mannerisms in a time like this? Can't you what was happening before here?" Wednesday exclaims, clenching her fists.

"No. You haven't given us much reason."

"This is the reason!" Wednesday shouts.

I can't even think before she tilts my head up and shows her mother the red handprint on my neck.

Y'all like this story? Thinking about discontinuing it.