weeee ( wenclair)

ugh yoko

Enid's POV:

The walk to Jericho isn't that long. "But then she was like, 'Shut up, this is why your mum left,' and I was like, whaaat?" I'm in the middle of telling her about the latest Nevermore drama. I know she probably doesn't care, but I like filling her in anyway. It's my way of keeping things light.

We reach Jericho and head straight for the Weathervane. Wednesday opens the door for me.

"Aww, Willa, thank you," I say with a grin. She just gives a curt nod and walks up to the counter.

"Hey Div, I didn't know you worked here," she says casually.

"Yeah, I needed something to do after the breakup," she replies.

"WAIT, you and Yoko broke up?" I blurt out, completely blindsided. Why didn't I know this?

"Is that why Yoko's been all over Wednesday?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. Okay, maybe I sound a little petty, but I've seen the way Yoko looks at her. It's not subtle. And yeah, maybe it makes my stomach twist a little. Before I can say anything else, Wednesday elbows me in the side.

"She's not all over me," she says, deadpan.

"Yoko did say something about liking someone else," Div adds.

"Wait, you didn't break up with her?" Wednesday says, sounding almost suspicious.

"No, she broke up with me because she liked someone else," Div says with a shrug.

"She told me you broke up with her because you found someone better," Wednesday mutters.

We walk away after that very confusing conversation.

"So... she lied," I say slowly, trying to process.

"Maybe she likes you," I say, glancing at Wednesday through the corner of my eye.

"What, Yoko? No. We've been friends forever," Wednesday replies with a scoff, like the idea itself is absurd.

Wednesday chose to sit next to me, so I take a little risk and place my hand on hers. To my surprise, she leans her head on my shoulder. I can't help but smile. I gently rest my hand on her head and realize her hair is down today. It's rare, and weirdly intimate.

Before I can say anything, the door opens.

"Willa?"

Yoko.

"Hey, Yolks," Wednesday greets, glancing at back at me. Ugh, the nicknames.

She sits down in front of us and immediately glances at our hands.

"So... are you two a thing?" she asks, voice dripping with fake sweetness.

I glance at Wednesday.

"Yeah," Willa says plainly.

I smile. God, I love her.

"Aw, that's nice," Yoko replies, but it sounds forced.

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Finally, after what felt like hours of small talk and Yoko hovering around Wednesday, we're ready to go. I grab her hand and drag her to the door.

"Bye, Yokes."

"Bye, Willa," Yoko calls sweetly.

Once we're outside and far enough away, I stop and look at her.

"Why'd she call you Willa? I'm the only one who can call you Willa."

"I don't know why she said it. She just did."

We walk back to the dorm in silence, the chill night air pressing around us. But it's not uncomfortable. It's thoughtful. My mind keeps circling back to Yoko's gaze, to the way her eyes lingered on Wednesday a bit too long. Maybe I'm reading into it, but I don't like the feeling creeping up in my chest.

When we reach the dorm, Wednesday turns to me and opens her arms slightly, a small smile tugging at her lips. How could I resist that? I walk into her embrace and wrap my arms around her tightly.

Then I get a sudden idea. I pick her up and spin her around.

"Enid, put me down!" she shouts.

I laugh and stop spinning, setting her gently on her feet.

"I hate you," she mutters.

"I love you too, babe," I reply cheekily as I walk into the bathroom.

When I step back out in my dressing gown, I grin at her. "Willa, can I sleep in your bed?" I ask, throwing in my best puppy eyes.

She sighs, already giving in. "Fine," she says, turning and heading into the bathroom herself.

After what feels like years, Wednesday finally emerges, wearing a baggy black top and grey joggers. She looks so effortlessly perfect. I lift the covers so she can slide in beside me. She does, and without thinking, I snuggle close to her, our legs lightly touching.

"Good night, Милый," I whisper.

"Goodnight, Hermoso," she replies softly.

And in that small, shared warmth beneath the covers, everything feels right.