Wenclair: What You Have Done To Me

Are We Just Friends?

[Wednesday's POV]
I've been up all night writing the lastest chapter of my story. I've made the protagonist fall in love with the main villain, but this is just the set up for when the hero realizes how weak love has made her. And that's what I believe; love lets you become weak, soft-hearted, and makes you do mindless things. If only feelings weren't so controlling of humans, the world would certainly become a better place.
As the clicking of my typewriter continues, I hear the soft shifting of fabric from the other half of the room. My roommate, Enid, has just woken up. I turn to look at her, she looks as if she has just arose from a long winter hibernation.
"Wends, you think you could stop for tonight? I really can't sleep with all the clickity-clackity sounds coming from your side of the room," she sleepily asks.
"I would like to finish this chapter before I sleep tonight. Also, please refrain from calling me 'Wends', I do not wish to be adored within a pet name you have given me," I respond.
I hear her sigh as the blankets shift again. I take this as my opportunity to continue my story. Within a productive 45 minutes, I am satisfied with the outcome, so I get changed and slip into my bed, cherishing what little time left I have for sleep.

[Enid's POV]
I wake up to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Wends must have already gotten up. How on earth does she have enough energy even after a long night of typing? I check my phone to see the time flash 5:34. I've got about 25-ish minutes before I really have to get up. Wends always wakes early to get ready, so I never really see her in the mornings.
          Deciding to stay up, I shift my view to her side of the room. Decorated and furnished with all black, it really does show the contrast between the two of us.
Suddenly, the bathroom door opens and I see the shadow of Wends peek out. I quickly pretend to be asleep as I hear her footsteps draw closer and closer. I manage to sneak in a little peak, only to see her dressed only in her bra and boxers. Damn, holy fuck she looks fine. I quickly avert my gaze before she turns around and heads out of the dorm. Classes usually start at 8:00 am, but Wends wakes up early to go to the gym for a while. I usually see her home back all drenched in sweat. I've never realized how hot she looked like that...god why am I thinking of it now?!
I hop out of bed into my slippers and get dressed. After doing my hair and perfecting my nails, I hear the door open slightly.

[Wednesday's POV]
Today, I worked out my arms at the gym. I do not want to be wrapped in muscle as it would make it hard to squeeze into tight spaces when I'm investigating clues. I just want to train so that fighting would become less straining.
I walk into the bathroom to find Enid getting ready. I run the shower and walk out to get my clothes. When Enid is finally finished, I walk into the shower and get ready for school.
"Howdy roomie! Glad to see that you are back! How was your work out this morning?" Enid asks me as I walk out the bathroom.
"It was fine," I respond.
"That's good to hear," she says, softly. I can't think of why the room suddenly feels so...tense. I catch her staring at me, and when she notices I've caught her, she quickly turns her head around to try and pay attention to the things on her desk. What was that just now? Since when has she been...shy around me? Was her face slightly red? All these questions started to boil within my brain.

[Enid's POV]
Fuck, she caught me staring. I'm sure my face is so red right now. Why am I like this? Do I really think of Wends as more than a friend? I've known for a while that I don't like boys, and my mom as been really pissed at me for that, but I haven't really sorted out my feelings clearly for my roommate.
A knock at our dorm door just sounded. Wends goes to open it, and as she turns the doorknob, I can see the muscles in her forearms contract and tense. Whoa. Someone bring me a fan, because that was so attractive. I've currently concluded that I am definitely attracted to Wends physically.
Wends turns around and shuts the door. "No classes today. Bad leak in the science room sink," she tells me with her deadpan stare.
"Oh, that's great," I respond. She walks closer and I notice how sharp her collarbones are. Goddamn they are making me feel things I shouldn't be feeling.
Wends is suddenly hovering above me. I have a slight panic attack before realizing she was just reaching over to turn off the night light I had on. My face flushes red uncontrollably; so that's the view I would get if she was on top of me. WHOA, why am I thinking about that?! Quit it, Enid! Stop, she doesn't feel the same way as you do.
          I've have now concluded that I really am attracted to her. I know she has a soft side, like when she hugged me at the end of the battle, or when she took an arrow for Xavier, and when she let Bianca help her in the fight. Out of all those instances, mine was definitely more notable. I just want her to be more comfortable around me.

[Wednesday's POV]
It seems like my theory has worked. I wanted to see if I hovered over top of her, if she would have a reaction. And indeed, she blushed so red, it was more pigmented than the blood of a werewolf. This leads me to believe a few things. Enid is interested in girls, and she has a specific reaction towards when I'm doing something at her or around her. I don't know how to feel about this. Luckily, I have the whole day to sort it out.
After all, Enid did take my very first genuine hug. I wonder if that was the feeling of something more than friends....

[Hey guys, gals, and non-binary pals! Thanks for reading! I will try to update as much as possible. Please leave suggestions on what chapters you want to see/what you want to happen. (I have no problem writing smut if y'all want 🤭) byeeeee]