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you hold the key(s) to my heart

Summary:
Enid, a well-versed piano player, plans to spend more time with her roommate and crush, Wednesday Addams, under the guise of needing piano lessons.

Enid's first semester at Nevermore university was going wonderfully. Well, If you ignore the major crush that she had developed embarrassingly quickly on her roommate, an eloquent and unfairly attractive girl named Wednesday Addams. Everything she did had Enid buckling and melting. Even the insults Wednesday would throw at her, even the snarky comments about her being excessively bright or too loud.

It was comical, really. Wednesday was all for the dark in all senses of the word. In the sense of her style of clothing, which usually consisted of black and white sweatshirts with black jackets over them, or a collared shirt and black tie layered with a black trench coat. If Enid was being honest, she found her eyes roaming over her roommate more times than she should have. Besides that, Wednesday was into a lot of macabre things, most including death. Her side of the room was essentially lifeless, the color black being the only thing filling her domain. She was sarcastic, negative, and downright mean at times. And she seemed to hate everyone and everything she came into contact with.

And here was Enid, light in every way possible. Her dorm room was filled with such a large spectrum of colors, all bright. Her closet consisted of pinks, light blues, and colorful sweatshirts, the complete opposite of Wednesday. She was squeamish, which Wednesday often teased her for. She loved people, loved making friends. She was positive, outgoing, bright, kind to a fault, and rarely ever seen upset.

Despite this, the two became relatively inseparable quickly. They were always seen walking the halls together shoulder to shoulder, Wednesday often pressing into Enid as if she was trying to get as far away from other people as possible. Enid found it way more endearing than she should have, and she definitely squealed a little internally whenever she felt her roommate push her shoulder into Enid's to avoid coming within a few feet of a stranger. Enid felt like Wednesday felt safe around her, and that's exactly the vibe she had wanted to give off.

Of course, just as Wednesday's choice of behavior came with the consequence of not many people engaging with her (which she didn't particularly consider to be a consequence), Enid's borderline eccentric personality came with the consequences of being over the top at times. Which of course, led to what Enid would describe as harmless fun that got out of hand, and what Wednesday would describe as bullying.

It was interesting. Out of everyone, Wednesday was the one that Enid felt like teased her the most. At least she hoped her roommate was teasing. Half of the time she couldn't tell, though she prided herself on having become relatively fluent in Wednesday's preferred speech of witty remarks and snide comments. And yet, the second someone made a less than pleasant statement about the way Enid dressed or acted, the smaller girl was on them like a bat out of hell. It had come to the point before where Enid had to hold her back.

Enid's best friend, Yoko Tanaka, had told her multiple times that it was incredibly obvious Wednesday had feelings for her. In fact, her exact words were something long the lines of, "E, you have to really be trying to not see the tension and chemistry between you two. You might as well dump bleach in your eyes if you're going to be this blind."

None of this helped with Enid's less than desirable crush on her roommate. In fact, all of it simply made it worse and worse, until Enid had become nothing more than a stuttering mess in the presence of the girl who was so calm and collected all the time. Sometimes Enid deluded herself, wondering idly if Wednesday possibly returned her feelings. But there was someone in her way, a boy by the name of Xavier Thorpe.

He was one of Wednesday's close friends, but it was painfully obvious that he had feelings for her. And sometimes, Enid couldn't help but think that Wednesday returned his feelings. After all, whenever she wasn't with Enid, she was with him. She'd sit in the art studio with him, the two of them talking while he painted. He'd walk her to classes, slowly inching closer to her with every step they took.