Y/N POV:
"After I saw it was him, I just stood there in shock as he kept running back to his stupid little art shed, I walked back to the dorm feeling numb, and refused to look at or acknowledge him ever again. After the incident, Miss Thornhill and Enid played massive roles in helping me get through it all," I say, finishing the story.
Wednesday looks at me, her eyes wider than normal with a look of shock on her face.
"How could anyone do that? Especially purely because they got rejected, he's such an insecure little pussy," She says.
Her tone is sharp and full of anger, but her touch is gentle and comforting as she holds me. I feel safe with her and know that she'll protect me whenever she can, and I'll always do the same for her. I love her more than anything that does or ever will exist. She's my one true love, forever and always.
She then rolls over to lay on her back, and I move my head up closer to her. I give her a small kiss on the lips, and lay my head back down onto her chest. She gently strokes my hair, with her other hand wrapped around my back, holding my waist to keep me close to her. We lay like that for a while, in a comfortable silence just enjoying each others company. We quickly move away from each other and I jump on to my bed, when we hear the door handle turning. Enid walks in and looks between us suspiciously after seeing the guilty looks on our faces. She walks over to her bed and sits down, she pulls out her laptop to start writing for her blog. She then glances up at us again, before beginning to type.
"Are you both okay, you have weird looks on your faces," She says without looking at us.
I feel my eyes widen at the confrontation, me and Wednesday look each other and at seeing the look on my face, she thankfully takes the initiative to answer for both of us.
"Yes, we're both perfectly fine, actually Y/N was asleep before you came in, the opening of the door seemed to startle her awake, and I finished writing another chapter of my book mere minutes ago."
Enid just gives a small 'hm' in response and luckily for us, doesn't ask any more questions and simply continues to type away for her followers. I give Wednesday a look of gratitude and mouth 'thank you' to her and she gives a small smile in return. I look at my phone and realise that it's already quarter to eight at night. Shit. I should get going to see Miss Thornhill, I don't want to get there too late. I stand up from my bed and excuse myself.
"I'm just off to go talk to Weems about how my first day back in lessons was as she said she wanted to know earlier, bye," I say, lying through my teeth.
I rush out of the door before either of them can reply.
I said that way too fast, I'm usually a good liar, but for some reason I just can't lie to Wednesday without it eating me up inside. I trust her, I really do, but Miss Thornhill had a tone of urgency when she spoke, like it was meant to be a secret, and after everything she did for me last year, I can't help but trust her over everyone else, even if it means following her instructions blindly, and lying to the love of my life. Am I doing the right thing? I mean, this feels wrong, I think. I just don't know what to think or feel at this point. Oh well, I've already lied now, I might as well just follow through and go see her. I promised her I would, and I can't let her down now, she trusts me to do this for her, so I'll trust her on this. Yeah, that feels like the right thing to do. I hope.
I walk down the stairs and out of Ophelia Hall. I turn and head towards my safe place, the forest. I make sure to stay in the shadows as I swiftly move across the school grounds, careful to avoid any lit areas. I finally make it to the edge of the forest, and follow along it until I see the green house, then I take a left and walk until I see Thornhill's cabin. I walk up to it and as I go to raise my hand to knock on her door, she flings the door open, a wide smile on her face.
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