Goth Meets Glam

Chapter 3

"My parents would like you to come to our home over Christmas holiday," Wednesday announced as she spooned another bite of porridge, that she requested to be bland and cold, into her mouth. Before she said that, they had been in comfortable silence with Bianca reading a book in an armchair next to her hospital bed and her quietly eating.

Bianca widened her eyes in shock, "Why?"

For the past five days, she had only crossed paths with Morticia and Gomez Addams twice, and both times, she in the middle of leaving the hospital and they only exchanged words of greeting, so she was astounded as to why they might invite a person that they barely met into their home.

"They probably want to thank you for saving me. Friends are hard to come by in this family—consider it a twisted appreciation." Wednesday explained in her usual monotonous voice.

Bianca considered it for a moment. She had never told anyone before but she was broke. She lived in a rundown motel using the tiny amount of money that her mother gave her just because she was legally bind to do so before Bianca turned eighteen. That was the result of her refusing to join her mother's "not a cult". She knew that Wednesday lived in New Jersey and how long it would take her to drive there. Her second-hand Ford Mustang would never be able to make the journey. She couldn't buy a train ticket either as she was working a minimum-wage job at a diner and was barely able to eat everyday, usually stealing some food from the kitchen. 

"Did Enid say no?" Bianca asked her straightforwardly.

Wednesday looked up from her slab of porridge to stare at Bianca. The siren felt her stomach flip when Wednesday regarded her with her signature cold stare. It was doing that a lot recently when she was in Wednesday's company. "Her mother wouldn't allow her to come after what happened. So, you are my backup plan," Wednesday told her indifferently. 

Bianca knew that she would never be Wednesday's first choice but it still stung when her suspicions were correct. "Oh," 

"Does that bother you?" 

"It's not nice knowing you are someone's second choice," 

"Life isn't nice, Bianca. Embrace the chaos. Besides, second choice means I still chose you." Wednesday stated.

Bianca gave her a dry laugh, "I'll think about it. Tell your parents I said thanks. My parents might not let me go either," she lied.

Wednesday raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanging. "I'll relay your gratitude. And if your parents are anything like Enid's, I wouldn't hold my breath."

"Don't worry. They should be a lot more lenient than Enid's parents," 

As the clock struck one, it was time for Bianca to leave. They had a schedule. Bianca came at eleven, they talked about stuff for a while, she let Wednesday use her phone to call Enid, Xavier or Eugene and they would both read a book or watch TV. Wednesday didn't like other people's company, but with Bianca, it felt different. She would watch the time ticking by, waiting for eleven o'clock to come. At times, when they were watching a movie together, mostly unbelievably terrifying horror movies, she'd look at Bianca's face as the scary parts came in. Her company was fun and tolerable. Wednesday didn't know if she liked that or not.

While Bianca was making her way out of the doorway, Wednesday declared, "I'm going to be out of the hospital tomorrow,"

Bianca turned, "That's great, see you tomorrow, Wednesday," 

The siren understood that their routine could never last, however, she still felt that deep pang of disappointment when the end of their visits finally came.

As she was driving all the way back to her crappy motel, she was thinking about whether or not she should go or not. After a restless night of thoughts, she decided to go. She couldn't bare spending another hour in that diner she worked in and would love a vacation, even if it wasn't technically one.

"Hey, Wednesday. How've you been holding up?" Bianca asked with a smile.

"It has been less than a day since we last saw each other and I don't think a lot can happen in that period,"

"Right." Bianca spoke awkwardly. 

"So have you decided on what you're going to do yet?" Wednesday inquired.

"Yeah, I want to come," 

"Good."

"Good."

"Lurch is going to come pick me up later, you could come along." Wednesday suggested. 

Bianca felt a huge wave of relief rush over her, "Yeah, sure, if you don't mind,"

Wednesday made a hum of reply and the conversation ended before it was even started. Just then, the doctor came in, "Good morning, girls. Like we planned, you can go home today, Wednesday. However, your parents just called and told us your butler cannot come to pick you up here. It seems he can't enter some countries and states now. It seemed like a long story. Anyways, do you know how to go to the border of Vermont?" He questioned.

Bianca spoke up, "I-I do," 

"Alright, she does," Wednesday turned back to the doctor. 

"I will leave you two to packing then. I hope I don't see you in here again," the medic told Wednesday and gave her a small smile. 

 Wednesday hopped off the bed and moved to her many suitcases, "How the hell do you know how to get to the border?" 

"I just do," Bianca replied, not finding any reason to bring up the fact that her crappy motel was close to it. Wednesday didn't seem to let it go but she did.

After thirty minutes of tidily putting Wednesday's many trinkets away, they were finally ready to go. "You have like, ten suitcases." Bianca complained. "How are we going to fit them in my car?"

"Eleven." Wednesday corrected, "And we'll find a way," 

With five pieces of baggage in Wednesday's hands, and six in Bianca's they made their way down the building by an awkward elevator ride with a sixty-year-old lady judging them silently. They quickly dumped all of the stuff into the backseats but, of course, the doors couldn't close. Wednesday ended up with three pieces of luggage on her lap and Bianca driving haphazardly from the way the suitcases were blocking her side view. 

"You do have a driver's license, right?" Wednesday asked.

"Your stuff is blocking my vision," Bianca growled out.

"Just make it to the damn border without us losing both of our heads." 

"I won't make any promises,"