Woe it's Wenclair

Bittersweet

Enid

I'm a mess. Honestly. Wednesday's still in the bathroom, probably throwing up from the sight of me.

I sit in my bed in my pajamas, a pink shirt, and fuzzy gray pants, holding Albert, my new squishmallow. I touch his mouth, a bright red smile contrasting his dark but sparkly wings.

I just can't stop wishing I never liked Wednesday. She's the opposite of me, all dark and creepy and she hates what I like. I don't know why it had to be her. It just is.

Sometimes I see it working. When she treats me like I'm of such importance to her, or when I make her smile.

Everything is just so confusing I feel like giving up. She keeps giving mixed signals, and I don't know what she wants. I just want to talk to her, but maybe distance is better.

The door opens. A collected Wednesday Addams moves to grab her pajamas. She walks back to the bathroom but stops like she's remembered something.

"Are you okay?" She asks, turning toward me.

"What?"

"Are you okay?" She says again. "Earlier you were talking about the principle."

"Oh, right. Yeah, I'm fine." I shrug.

"You don't have to lie."

I swallow.

"Just... yeah, I don't know. She's just... I think I hate her."

Wednesday nods.

"We're mutual on that respect, then."

I don't know what to say, so I just look down at Albert.

"Thing didn't come with you?" I ask.

I hadn't noticed him around since Wednesday arrived.

"No."

"That's sad."

She nods.

"For vacation. He'll be back. Said something about visiting Nicaragua."

"Oh, well that's nice."

She sets her things on her bed and moves to stand closer to me.

"What did the principle do?"

I sigh.

"Stuff."

"Care if I sit?" Wednesday asks, pointing toward my bed.

"Uh, sure," I answer, surprised.

She does so, gently easing the mattress with her weight.

"So..." I start.

"Continue."

"Okay, so... at the dinner I spilled grape juice all over my dress... and it makes a big commotion, which is bad enough but then she comes over and is like, 'you should get cleaned up' like thank you so much for that insight, really fucking life changing." I rant.

Wednesday smiles a bit but looks down.

"Was that a smile?"

"Maybe." She says, looking back up.

My heart starts to beat fast. She's so pretty without knowing, it has to be illegal.

"Are you wearing... grey?" She questions, breaking me out of my crisis.

Before I can answer she places her hand on my thigh, thumb caressing the fabric like it's some exquisite woven good.

This does not help my crisis. I can't think. Words aren't working. No words. Oh my god. All I'm aware of is that her fingertips are sending electricity throughout my whole body and I'm going to short circuit.