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Seasons in the sun

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Summary:
Enid has a huge crush on Wednesday, Wednesday is under the Addams' curse as well. They tried to keep it cool for the sake of their friendship, but the tables turn when Wednesday travels to San Francisco to spend Enid's birthday there during summer break.

[6/20 11:53] Enid: have a nice flight roomie!!! <3

Wednesday stared at the last message of the conversation. Enid had send it just before takeoff so she hadn't had the chance to answer. But it didn't really matter, she could answer it better in person. She exhaled and leaned back in her business-class seat, holding to that thought as the plane flew all over the country, direct to San Francisco.

It was almost a six-hour flight, so there was much time to spare.

Sadly, a typewriter was apparently not an adequate hand luggage, so she didn't have the chance to continue Viper's novel. However, she had a black leather notebook for writing down some quick ideas and have a better view of the timeline. She could use this time to gather her intentions for the new chapter and write a schematic script to transcribe properly down once she got back home.

The noise cancelling headphones were lifesaving, and Wednesday had followed carefully Enid's instructions on how to download her music into her cellphone device so she could enjoy it offline. "Technology is not that bad after all", she thought, although she would never tell anyone that.

She only had four contacts. She regularly exchanged brief conversations with Bianca and Xavier, the only "mere tolerable people around this hell place". Contact them was Wednesday's way of confirming them as "allies", although the conversations were spaced and didn't lasted more than a few minutes. Wednesday also shared information and essays about bees and hives with Eugene, as well as having a follow-up on how the bees were, and set meetings regarding the future of the club for next school year.

The other contact left was her roommate Enid, and it was the only one that really appeared on her screen on a daily basis. Since the blonde found out she had a phone, she basically had texted her every day, sending her pictures of places in San Francisco ("I really have to take you here when you come visit me!!", she usually said) or a new piece of décor for her bedroom (insultingly shinny and mostly pink). She even sent her once a picture to decide which overalls she should buy. "They're both hideous and too bright, burn them both." Wednesday had answered, "But if you make me choose, perhaps the second one is the least horrendous to my sight." Still, she hadn't deleted those pictures, but couldn't say why.

The communication between the two became easier when Enid told her about "facetiming". Wednesday was too slow and brief texting, and didn't understand Enid half of the time, so talking face to face, even if it was virtually, made it way more convenient to catch up. She had to admit, seeing Enid while talking was somehow comforting, while it couldn't be compared to a real life experience.

They talked about many things; about how was life back home, the last movie they watched or a book they recommended, and other mundane stuff. In a couple occasions Enid had called with no warning, to complain about her home situation or an argument with her mother. Wednesday liked miserable and dark things, but seeing her roommate cry so desperately to her was heartbreaking.

Wednesday knew that planning her family's murder wouldn't make Enid happier, so she found herself without words. She stared sorely to the screen while Enid whipped her tears, sniffing. She had looked around (she was taking a night walk around her family's cemetery), and started telling Enid anecdotes from her childhood in the Manor surroundings, to distract her.

All the times she had beaten her brother Pugsley in sword duels, how they fished with grenades in the lake during the warmer months, and how they skated over the hibernating kraken when the lake froze over, how that one time she couldn't sleep so she spent the night at the crypt, getting a greatly restful sleep. She continued rambling as she walked through the graves, feeling at some point stupid, but reminding herself that this was meant to distract Enid from her family's regular arguments and scoldings.