weeee ( wenclair)

new crush???

I turned at the sound of the voice and saw Aurora. She looked hurt, more than hurt. "Aurora-" I started. "No, Wednesday. Just... no," she said, cutting me off before walking away, tears in her eyes.

[Time skip – back at the dorm]

I should feel bad. Why don't I feel bad? I hurt her. But instead of guilt, all I can feel is this strange warmth in my chest. Why?

"You okay, Wends?" Enid asked softly.

"No, I'm not okay! I should feel bad!" I snapped, burying my face in my hands so she couldn't see the tears forming.

"Hey, it's okay... you just feel things differently," she said gently, trying to comfort me.

"I don't understand," I mumbled. "I hurt her. I know I did. I'm supposed to feel bad."

RING RING 

The phone broke through the silence. Enid got up to answer it, leaving me curled up on my bed.

"Hey, yeah, I know. Could you come over? You've known her longer," I heard her whisper. "Alright, thanks. Bye." She hung up, then moved quietly to the mini kitchen.

[A few minutes later]

KNOCK KNOCK 

Enid answered the door, and I heard footsteps approaching.

"Hey, Willa," Yoko's voice came in gently, full of concern. I didn't turn around. I couldn't. "Come on, talk to me," she said, placing a comforting hand on my arm.

Without a word, I lifted the blanket, inviting her to lay down next to me. She climbed in, settling between me and the wall. After a moment, she reached out and tapped my nose gently.

I tried to hold my emotionless expression, but the silly face she made, the one she knew would make me smile, broke through my defences. I turned away, smiling despite myself.

"There's that smile," she said softly. "Come here." I scooted closer, and she wrapped her arms around me. "We'll talk about it in the morning," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. For once, I felt... safe. Not judged. Just held.

Enid's POV:

I looked over and saw them curled up together. Something inside me twisted. That should be me. Why won't she open up to me like that? Why can't she love me like that?

As I drifted off to sleep, the unfairness of it all settled like a stone in my chest. I turned away, curled up tight, trying to convince myself it didn't matter.

[Time skip – 7:00 a.m.]

Sunlight streamed through the window, warming my face. I stretched and sat up, scanning the room. My eyes locked on Wednesday's bed.

Yoko lay on her back, and Wednesday was nestled against her, one arm draped over Yoko's waist. My stomach dropped.+

Yesterday... it meant nothing to her?

Trying to shake the thought, I got up noisily and went into the bathroom. As I brushed my teeth, there was a gentle knock at the door.

Knock knock.

I opened it to see Bianca smiling brightly. "Hey, Enid! Have you seen Yoko?" she asked, glancing at her phone.

"Oh yeah," I said tightly. "She's in Wednesday's bed." I stepped aside so she could see for herself.

Bianca took one look and grinned. "Aww, I knew Wednesday liked her more, but not that much more," she laughed, snapping a photo before thanking me and leaving. I returned to the kitchen, heart still pounding.

[Time skip – 9:32 a.m.]

Yoko's POV:

I woke up to a soft weight on my chest. Glancing down, I saw Wednesday, still asleep, her face calm. She stirred and blinked up at me.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," I smiled.

"Hmm... morning, Dracula," she murmured.

Her head still rested on my chest, her chin nestled in place. I hesitated, then decided it was time. "I- uh, I broke up with Divi," I said, looking away.

"What? You two were so good together," she replied softly, surprise in her voice.

"I guess... she found someone better," I said with a shrug.

"I'm sorry, Egg Yolk," she said with a rare, genuine smile. "At least you still have me."

"Yeah, thanks dude," I joked.

She lifted her head, eyes wide with faux offense. "You did not just call me dude."

"Of course not, dude," I teased, trying not to laugh.

"Esta chica..." she muttered, shaking her head.

"Hey, you know I don't speak Spanish," I pouted.

A loud scoff came from across the room. Enid sat on her bed, phone in hand, fingers gripping it tightly.

"You alright, Enid? You're holding that phone awfully tight," Wednesday asked, raising a brow.

"Mhm. All good," she said, clearly not convincing anyone.

"I'm gonna get coffee," I said, sitting up. Wednesday adjusted with me and ended up straddling my lap.

"No, please stay," she said, resting her head on my shoulder. Her voice was soft, almost vulnerable.

"Damn, Willa. I didn't know you were this soft," I teased.

I placed my hands gently on her thighs to shift her upright so we could talk, but before I could say anything, a low growl rumbled from Enid's side of the room.

She was glaring at us, disgust and hurt written across her face. I raised an eyebrow, confused, but she just rolled her eyes and turned away.

Wednesday followed my gaze, her brow furrowing.

"You can come with me, if you want," I offered.

"Really?" she asked, perking up.

"Sure." I said, patting her legs before getting up. She followed me, unusually clingy. I wasn't sure why, but I didn't question it.

As I laced my boots, she quietly reached out and took my hand. I looked at her.

She smiled.

Just before I shut the door, I heard a sharp, annoyed ugh from behind us.

And yet, Wednesday's fingers curled tighter around mine.

I didn't say anything. Neither did she.

But somehow, that silence felt like the start of something neither of us fully understood yet.