Closer- A Wenclair story.

the return to Nevermore

It's the typical time of the year that Wednesday hates. It's time to go back to nevermore, and solve more mysteries in the world full of outcast. As the raven haired girl is being dropped off at nevermore, she gives her brother, Pugsley, a proper goodbye. A bag full of grenades...so he can fish later, of course. He'd make a great catch with that, as he always does. Wednesday looks around to see familiar faces, that she's grown to recognize, but still isn't fond of. Instead, she sees them as a bunch of high schoolers who still have a lot to learn...like how "smartphones" as they call it, aren't the whole world. And "lol" is grammatically incorrect. Who even says "lol" anyways? The girl thought to herself in disgust. As Wednesday makes her way to her dorm, she slightly turns the knob, hoping not to see her colorful rooming dancing to another dumb song of hers, as Wednesday was not in the mood for such thing. Luckily, Enid hadn't arrived yet, probably boasting into her other bestfriend, Yoko's ears about how her summer went. For some reason, this made the girls stomach churn. It was a disgusting feeling, she thought. It's not like she cared about the colorful, sweet, beaming girl. wait, sweet? I will not waste my time becoming soft to this blossom of color the raven haired girl thought. By time she was done packing, a twist of the doorknob interrupts her thoughts. And there stood the girl her thoughts were corrupted of.

"Hey Wednesday!!" Squealed Enid, running up to the raven haired girl opening her arms nice and wide. Wednesday quickly moved to the side, dodging the werewolf's touch. To this Enid frowned.

Enid Pov
I thought maybe, just maybe Wednesday would finally let me hug her after how last semester ended...I guess I was wrong. "Still not a hugger...mk" I quickly changed the subject. "How was your break!? Did you have any funnnn?" I smirked, and got closer to my dark palleted roommate.

No-ones pov
Wednesday stammered back a bit, feeling disgust as she thought about the long whined out word "fun" that escaped the werewolf's lips. "Sinclair, you should know by now that fun is not my thing. Although perhaps it was good to get away from this place for a while." The raven haired girl looked to the right, away from Enid.

Enid flinched at the thought of what Wednesday really did do on break, the torture...ick. "Well, i'm glad it was good for you" Sinclair smiled softly, going to her bed and pulling out her phone to text yoko, even though she just got back from visiting her, Bianca, and Divina.

Wednesday sensed something was off, Enid hadn't told her about her break yet, which was unusual. Normally the werewolf would go out of her way to make conversation with Wednesday, but the raven decided to brush it off and go to her typewriter to begin typing.

Enid's Pov
I didn't like to talk about what would happen at home, especially not to Wednesday. It's just not like she'd care to listen or feel any sympathy anyways. Truth is? My break was awful. Even after hearing about my transformation, my mom still wasn't proud. Always expecting more from me and i'm simply getting tired of it.

I was a little upset that Wednesday didn't say anything or even seem to notice I'm bothered. I don't understand why but I feel like I need her attention. 24/7..

So instead, I texted Yoko! Yes, i just seen her, but she's my bestfriend we'll find SOMETHING to talk about, oo, like Ajax!

Wednesday Pov
As i'm typing I hear the werewolf begin to giggle at her little device, what possibly could be so amusing?
"Why are you laughing, Sinclair?" I asked, awaiting a response. All I got was a "Hmph!" and a body turned towards the wall.

Did I do something wrong?

I quickly get up and grab a change of clothes, heading into the bathroom. By time I'm out and changed, Enid is fast asleep. I suppose a slumber wouldn't hurt me either. Although, I do love Pain.

No-ones pov
As Wednesday climbed in bed, she couldn't get the werewolf out of her head. Enid this, Enid that. She began to feel as if she should show more gratitude towards the colorful girl, she did save her life after all...

What could a measly hug do?

Hi everyone! This is my first time writing Wenclair, and obviously my best is the No-ones pov part.. i'm trying to get more comfortable with the other povs tho! i realize this is short but does anyone want more?