Wenclair

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No one's POV:

Wednesday sits at her desk, typing on her typewriter, as the door swings open. "Howdy, roomie!"

Wednesday slightly sighs as she turns around to see her colorful roommate return from summer vacation. "Hello, Enid," Wednesday says as she turns back to her typewriter.

Enid skips over to her side of the room and throws her baggage on the bed. She puts on K-Pop music and hums as she puts her belongings away.

Wednesday slowly starts to lose her mind as she aggressively speaks. "Turn that down."

Enid rolls her eyes and turns around to look at Wednesday. She doesn't say anything and gazes at Wednesday as she types.

She soon snaps back to reality as her name is said. "Enid!"

She returns her focus as she sees Wednesday glaring at her. "S-sorry!" Enid quickly says as she turns her music down. She turns back around and stops for a second.

Enid's POV:

Was I just staring at THE Wednesday Addams? And she just CAUGHT me STARING at HER?!

No, no this cannot be happening!

I'm pulled from my thoughts as I hear Wednesday speak again. "Enid? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I yell and turn around to Wednesday. I quickly cover my mouth as soon as I hear the words come out of my mouth.

I just yelled at Wednesday. THE Wednesday. Shit, she's gonna kill me.

Before I could study Wednesday's reaction, I ran out of the dorm and slammed the door. I put my back against the wall as I steady myself.

Deep breaths, Enid, deep breaths.

I have to get out before Wednesday decides to check up on me. I scoff as I hear my mind say that.

"Like she would." I cover my mouth again as I look down both sides of the hall to make sure no one heard.

I have to get out of here, I think I'll take a walk to clear my mind.

Wednesday's POV:

As I hear Enid yell at me, I'm shocked. No one has ever had the guts to yell at me. But before I can say anything, she races out the door.

I think I liked it.

What. Did. I. Just. Say?

She yelled at me, and I think I liked it? Funny Wednesday.

I turn back to my typewriter and continue typing on my murder novel. I hear a faint voice by the door and I get curious. I quietly and quickly walk to the door and listen.

No one is there anymore, I don't think.

I open the door and look down both sides of the hall. As I look to my right, I see Enid speed-walking away.

I consider following her but realize it's pointless.

I go back into the room and look over at Enid's side. Her stuff is still on the bed. My feet make their way over to her bed as I start to put her stuff away.