Mutual Feelings | A Wenclair Love Story

Chapter 38: Dreadful black dress.

Wednesday, March 6th, 2023
5:31PM
Wednesday's POV

I had a rough morning.

Enid made me set up an appointment with the nearest therapist a week from today.

We'll leave it at that.

I couldn't tell you how the classes after statistics went, and that's because I simply didn't go. I felt extremely tired and worn out after the little...hiccup. So, Enid informed me that if I skipped, she would be willing to pay attention, and while I do think the sentiment is sweet, we both know that she didn't pay attention.

During my day I've spent my time writing. Just writing. It's been hours, and I'm impressed with my aversion to writer's block today. As much as I hate to admit, I think today's bathroom events have further inspired me.

A couple of hours ago Enid returned to the dorm after the school day ended. Then she left shortly after for the Nevermore newspaper club meeting, something that she has been insisting that I join her in. I adore my girlfriend, I truly do, but I'd rather not sit through that. I'm comfortable where I am. My chair feels particularly stiff, the room is cold, the lights are dimmed, and the window is open, letting the breeze flow through the room. It's perfect, and I am extremely comfortable. Dare I say, you couldn't pry me out of the chair, I'm enjoying myself too much.

A moment goes by, and I can hear a group of footsteps approaching the door, three to be specific. Two of them split off, sounding as though they are walking across the hall. Those two must be Yoko and Divina. I can hear the third pair of feet take a step closer to the doorway, twisting the doorknob to come in. That must be Enid. If it's not, someone is going to lose a hand for entering without knocking...or entering in general.

As the person enters the dorm, I can smell the slight presence of lavender and vanilla sugar cookie as they hum a song. It's most definitely Enid. I continue to type as I listen to her walk to her closet, the door creeks as I hear her clothes brush against each other. A second later, the closet door shuts, and she walks over to her bed. She continues to hum, and I can hear her feet lightly skip across the room, passing by me as she walks into the bathroom. I keep my eyes trained onto my keyboard, typing away as I don't want to lose my train of thought.

Ten minutes goes by, and at some point, I realize how long Enid's been in the bathroom for. As if she had read my mind, she walks out of the bathroom like normal, going back over to her bed. Assuming she might have been doing early-evening skincare, I mind my own business, keeping focus on my writing.

"Get up." Enid abruptly says from her end of our dorm. There is no tone or attitude behind her voice, rather a sense of slight urgency, but not in a vital way. However, I remain seated, unsure as to why I'm being asked to abandon my position.

"I'd rather not."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't." She chuckles to herself. I can hear walk her back and forth across her end of the room as she continues. "But I don't care, get up." She states. As I go to type the next word my hands and mind freeze, suddenly forgetting what I was going to write. I sigh to myself, trying hard to remember but failing.

"Must you be so demanding?" I question, staring at my typewriter as if it had personally offended me when it in fact did not. It was me, and my pathetic self not being able to concentrate on anything other than my girlfriend when she's in close proximity to me.

Embarrassing.

"As if you don't like it." Enid says, and I can already see the smile on her face as she does so, even though I'm not looking at her. My cheeks start to partially redden in response to her statement, and I give myself a second before turning to face her.

"Why am I getting up-" I begin, ignore her statement as I scoot back in my chair and stand to look her direction. However, I stop towards the end of my sentence, absolutely stunned by the girl in front of me.

She's wearing a shiny white dress, not pure white, but more of a silvery white. Spaghetti straps and an extremely form fitting style, the dress cuts off right above her knees. For shoes, she's wearing heels of the same color, making her appear a few inches taller than she already is. The end of her hair is loosely curled, and there are two small braids on each side of her head, just like how she had done it the day we had a school trip to Jericho last year. As for makeup, her eye shadow is light pink and her eyeliner is white, the rest of her face her natural look. Strangely enough, her jewelry is all gold. You would think it would contrast with her mostly white and silver outfit, but it doesn't, she makes the difference in colors look good...really good. I stare at her, not paying mind to how she can see me doing so either. She looks unbelievably elegant. A whole different kind of beautiful, and I can feel my heart skip a beat just by seeing her.

"Why are you dressed so...classy?" I say, attempting to maintain my composure, which is becoming increasingly difficult to do as my eyes shamelessly look her up and down. She laughs to herself as she turns around, bending down and over her bed to grab something. I quickly catch myself staring and can't find it in me to look away.

Holy hell.

Pull it together.

"Cause," She says with a smile on her face, standing up straight and turning back to face me. In her arms she holds a black dress. It's identical to hers but matte black instead of shiny silver. "we're going out." She adds. I look to her slightly shocked, not sure as to where this is coming from. We've been dating for fifty-five days exactly, and within those fifty-five days, we have yet to go out on an official date. I'm not opposed to it, and it has crossed my mind as to how I could plan a proper one in a way that would make Enid comfortable, with wanting to keep our relationship under wraps that is. So, seeing her stand in front of me, appearing dressed to attend a fancy public dinner, catches me off guard.

"I beg your pardon?" I simply ask, watching as she looks to her phone to check the time. Her eyes widen slightly, and she starts picking up her pace, walking around her end of the room gathering her purse, jacket, and a few other items.

"You heard me." She replies, quickly tossing the black dress in her hands straight at me. I catch it before it hits my face, and I look back over to her. "Put on that dreadful black dress, I'm taking you, Wednesday Friday Addams, my girlfriend, out to a fancy dinner tonight."

"Enid, I don't have-" I start, pausing my sentence as Enid pulls a pair of short black heeled boots out from under her bed. She turns to me and smiles, tossing the shoes my way as well. Once again, I catch them before focusing back to her.

"Shoes? Yeah, I know. I also know that you're not the biggest fan of heels, but you're just gonna have to suck it up because, and I'm sorry to say this, your platform converse are not going to cut it for where I'm taking you tonight." She tells me, quickly rushing over to her mirror to fix up her hair. Suddenly, she turns to me, noticing that I have not moved yet. "What are you waiting for? Go, get changed, our reservations at six o'clock and the uber is getting here in-" She speaks quickly, checking her phone for the uber drivers' location. "Shit, the Uber's two minutes away!"

Going out tonight wasn't part of my daily plan, but then again, this morning wasn't a part of my daily plan either. I was enjoying my writing time; however, I do believe a formal date will be pleasant.

Especially when it's with someone like Enid.

0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

FILLERRR CHAPTERR, so it's on the shorter sideee. How do y'all think the date is going to go?