Wednesday Addams has never been a fan of girl's nights—spending hours of precious time floundering around doing a myriad of dull tasks. It sounded horrible, absolutely irreparable, and not in a good way. Yet, her roommate still managed to weasel her way into getting Wednesday to participate in a night of pointless activities. She mulled over ways to escape, so many excuses flashing in her mind that a list would reach her parents back home. Oh, how she missed that; not her parents so much, certainly not Pugsley, but home.
Instead of taking comfort in the macabre of their manor, Wednesday was stuck watching Enid paint her nails whilst dispensing gossip. Wednesday would be impressed if it weren't for the fact that her tolerance was at an all time low. Still, she was a woman of her word, and so sought to see it through. It was no easy feat. At least there was, for once, a comforting silence that enveloped them, warm like a blanket...
"Oh, I have an idea!" Enid's voice suddenly erupted like a geyser, completely obliterating that silence. Wonderful, something else to contend with, Wednesday thought, preparing herself for whatever hijinks the pastel girl had in store for her now.
"To nail gun my ears shut? That would be a great help," Wednesday said flatly, staring forward blankly.
"Eh, no...we should watch a movie! Every girl's night requires one!" Enid corrected enthusiastically, choosing to ignore Wednesday's cynical comment; she'd presumably gotten used to that. "Oh, oh! We should watch a horror movie; that's more your thing, right?" she asked expectantly, searching Wednesday's face for an answer.
"Is there a movie based on your biography? That would suffice," Wednesday said plainly, earning an agitated eyeroll from Enid.
"Can you drop the alt girl impression for one night? You're killing the vibe," Enid said, searching through a stack of plastic movie containers which she had retrieved from her own drawer.
"Good, so my scheme is working," Wednesday retorted. Eventually, the blonde-haired girl found a movie that fit the criteria of what she wanted to watch and brought it over, slotting it into the small VCR player that they for some reason owned. Gladly call Wednesday crazy, but someone as techsavvy as Enid was the last person she'd expect to own one of those. The equally as miniscule television screen suddenly flickered to life, displaying the dancing image of a title screen. Friday the 13th, how typical; I'm hooked.
"I'm so going to regret this later, but anything to make my roomie happy," Enid said sweetly, attempting to pat Wednesday's shoulder, but fell short when she met the girl's cold stare.
"Then don't watch," Wednesday answered, her eyes focused on the luminescent glow of the television screen.
"No, I can handle it!" Enid said defensively, not noticing that she had just completely contradicted herself. On numerous occasions, the pricky girl had latched onto the nearest thing to herself, including Wednesday at one point. To Enid's surprise, she wasn't met with a harsh shove, but instead a gentle rustle from Wednesday, freeing herself from her tight grip. Then, she'd return to the movie without even saying anything. It was uncharacteristic, but most likely nothing; she was just immersed in the movie—that must be it.
After what felt like a lifetime, the film came to an end, shrouding the room in a bright blue hue. "May I put this shameful night behind me and return to productivity now?" Wednesday asked, strolling over to her typewriter. Enid looked at her as if she were completely sane.
"Wens, it's nearly midnight, I'll kill you if you even try that," Enid said seriously. Wednesday glanced out of the circular window, then down at her watch; it was, indeed, midnight.
"Don't call me that. I'll have to spare being productive for one night," Wednesday said with a sigh, trailing over to her designated bed.
"Oh, how will you ever sleep with that on your mind? Try being me!" Enid whined, running a hand through her hair. She lazily slumped over in her bed, pulling the covers over herself.
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She's an Agent of Chaos, I'm a Softie
FanfictionIt's the start of a new year at Nevermore, and the new Principal has a request for Enid. Watch over Wednesday Addams. Between a stalker, a Hyde on the loose and her own supressed feelings, it will be much easier said than done. Art by: Karen Acobs