Secret Little Love Song

I Wanna Shout

 Enid's blood was reaching a boiling point. "What the hell did you do to my room?"

"Dividing our room equally." She hated that the way Wednesday said our room made her heart skip a beat. There had never been an "ours" in Enid's world with Wednesday. That had always existed on opposite coasts of the continent, separated by an uncrossable distance. If Enid was angry at everything that had happened, she would cry again just at the idea that she finally shared something with Wednesday other than feelings. "Looks like a rainbow vomited on your side.

"I-"

"Silence is appreciated, this is my writing time." Enid is half glad Wednesday interrupts her because she doesn't even know what to say at the blatant insensitivity Wednesday is showing. First Wednesday showed up out of nowhere, giving Enid absolutely no warning or communication. Then she told her that this happiness which Enid felt upon knowing Wednesday was finally near would be ripped away as quickly as it was given to her. Enid was honestly getting whiplash. It was as if Wednesday didn't care how she felt and was just trampling all over Enid's school, her safe haven, just because she could.

Enid had to wonder if Wednesday was here for her at all, or if it was just part of a plan Wednesday had failed to mention to her. The thought hurt like hell, but maybe Wednesday and Enid weren't close enough for that. Perhaps the ever growing passion that Enid had felt throughout the years from the letters was just her imagination.

Was that why Wednesday hadn't reached out to her when Wednesday had seen her crying earlier that day? More than anything it had hurt that Wednesday hadn't reached out to hold her even in the secret of the closet, even when tears of happiness mixed with tears of confusion and overwhelming. Wednesday had done so much, but when Enid had needed her comfort, Wednesday didn't even move a pinky.

"Your writing time?" Even now, all Wednesday could think about herself and what she wanted. It was so frustrating. Could it possibly be that Enid had remembered an idealized version of Wednesday?

"I devote a hour a day to my novel. Perhaps if you did the same your vlog might be coherent. I've read serial killer diaries with better punctuation." Okay, now Wednesday was just asking for a fight. She knew how Enid wrote better than anyone, and that Enid could use proper punctuation when needed, like when she wrote letters to Wednesday.

"I write in my voice! It's my truth! It's what my followers love." The blog was one of Enid's pride and joys, something which she was sure Wednesday couldn't understand. Still, it was one thing to not understand, and another thing to insult it.

"Your followers are clearly imbeciles. They respond to your stories with insipid little pictures." That was more than enough to make Enid want to tear Wednesday apart. Instead she took a deep breath and attempted to reign in her temper.

"Uh, you mean emojis? It's how people express their feelings, you know I realize that's a foreign concept to you." So what if Enid wasn't able to pull in the pettiness completely? Wednesday deserved it for how insensitive she had been the entire day. She hadn't even acknowledged their relationship even once verbally.

"When I look at you the following emojis come to mind. Rope, shovel, hole. By the way there are two D's in Addams. If you're going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly."

Gritting her teeth at how Wednesday simply turned around and ignored her after those words, Enid decided to be just as petty as Wednesday was acting. She turned on her music and started dancing to the music that she knew would make Wednesday's ears bleed.

"Turn that off. This is your final warning", Wednesday said, whipping around in her chair and stomping towards Enid. The anger on her face only made Enid feel triumph in the moment.