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When Enid and Wednesday walk into the Quad together, any normal person would think it was an unusual sight—a girl dressed in exclusively black next to a walking rainbow? But at Nevermore, they were almost used to it. The only oddity they saw in the pair was the lack of romance between them, so they had been spreading rumours and trying to pressure them into asking each other out. Of course, all of this had failed, as they had kept their status as merely friends.
"Why is everybody staring at us again?" The raven says through her teeth, shooting dirty looks at anybody staring them down.
"You of all people should know that, Wednesday. They want us to date, or something." The wolf smiles, bringing her canines out in the way she knew the psychic tolerated.
"Well, they should keep their delusional fantasies away from us." She says, crossing her arms. "Or I might have to take some special measures." Her tone is bitter, but it's obvious why.
"Calm down, it's fine. I think it's funny." The lycan looks at her, studying how unhappy she looks with all of this, while she wishes it was their fantasies were their reality.
"Funny? Really?" The shorter girl rolls her eyes, having to look up at Enid when she speaks now. The growth spurt that wolfing out had given her was extremely noticeable now, and she had bragged to Wednesday many times that they were the classic short, angry person and tall, soft person as a duo. "Oh, don't even—"
"What? Make fun of your height? I would never." She says, nudging her with her elbow. It seems like her roommate actually tolerates small, touchy gestures from Enid now. After last year's fiasco, they were much closer, and luckily no new investigations had started, so the lycan had been with Wednesday most of the time. "D'you want to sit down?"
"I would prefer not to be in the great outdoors." This is clearly a lie.
"You know you can tell me if you don't want to be around people, right? Sometimes I don't want to be near a crowd either." Enid wasn't being dishonest: sometimes the popularity was too much even for her.
"Can we go back to the dorm?" The wolf nods, moonwalking for a few steps and then fully turning around to walk side-by-side with her roomie. Sometimes the lycan felt invisible to her, and she hated it. But why should she?
"What do you wanna do today?" She asks, happy that it's a Saturday with no homework at all.
"Work on my novel." The response is blunt, but Enid knows she can break through her tough exterior.
"Seriously? Can we not, like, go to Jericho? Or we could walk through the Nevermore graveyard." Tempting her with something macabre almost always works. "C'mon. Don't you want to have some fun?"
"Fine. But I'm only doing this so you don't get upset." Surely there was a different word for their relationship other than 'friendly'. Wednesday described her as 'tolerable' but the werewolf can think of many other words to describe her pale roommate. "We can have a picnic in the woods near the graveyard, if you want."
"Yeah, sure. I have a picnic blanket and I can get some food." Enid smiles, happy that she'll get to spend some time with her. "What sandwiches do you like?"
"Anything that doesn't have peanut butter and jelly, and anything that doesn't have cucumbers." The things she doesn't like are odd for a girl like her, but the wolf just plans on getting some Nutella sandwiches, cheese sandwiches, and ham and cheese sandwiches. Sandwiches, sandwiches, sandwiches. It was such a silly word for such a normal food, but the more Enid thought about it, it just didn't seem very real.
"Alright, I'll go to Jericho to get some." She happily bounces away from her friend, heading over to Yoko and Divina. "Do you wanna come with me to Jericho?" She asks, smiling.
"Sure, why?" The vampire seems to speak for both of them, and they seemed so in sync that their heads turned at the same time. "Shopping trip?"
"Kind of. I want to go and pick up some sandwiches, 'cus me and Wednesday are having a picnic later." Hearing it again, even from her own mouth, makes her so excited.
"Enid, you do know you've basically asked her out, right?" Divina says, smirking at her stupidity.
"No, no, no. She said she was doing it so I don't get upset." Enid frowns, trying to act like she doesn't want to go on an actual date with her.
"Wednesday Addams caring about someone's feelings? Really?" Yoko smiles, and she waves a hand in front of Enid's face. "Sinclair? Hello? I think we broke her because she realised she's gay. It's about time."
"S-shut up. I'm straight." Her sentences come out slowly, as if she's pondering it herself, while trying not to lose her temper.
"Sure. Anyways, we'll come shopping with you." Divina tells her, still smiling. "What do you need again?"
"Ham and cheese, cheese, and Nutella sandwiches." The lycan smiles, happy that they're coming with her but sad that they'll probably be acting like a couple. Why could she not just have that with Wednesday?
"No PB&J sandwiches? Tsk tsk." Yoko shakes her head as if mocking her friend.
"Weds—I mean, Wednesday doesn't like those." The nickname she was thinking about for her roommate accidentally spills out of her mouth, but she hopes that she corrected it fast enough that they won't notice.
"Did I hear that right? You have a nickname for her?" Divina widens her eyes while they walk towards the shuttle that will save them a walk to and from Jericho.
"I only use it in my diary, because her name is long and I can't be bothered to write it, y'know?"
"So you write about her in your diary?"
"Just that she... She plays the cello and I like the music, stuff like that!"
"Does she know about this?" Yoko asks, holding in a laugh. "Or are you secretly crushing on her?"
"Shut up. I'm going by myself, please leave me alone." She has finally snapped. The constant 'gay allegations' have gone on for long enough and she can't take it from her own friends anymore. She closes the shuttle door and tells the driver she's ready to go, and the five-minute drive begins.
After what feels like the blink of an eye, she tells the driver she'll be around thirty minutes, and she knows how it works: they'll leave, come and drop someone else (or multiple people if there's enough time), and then pick her up in the same place as she was dropped off—which happens to be a special Nevermore parking lot with spaces that know who's getting picked up from where.
She walks into the local café, because she knows their sandwiches are elite. "One cheese sandwich, one ham and cheese sandwich, and one Nutella sandwich please! Oh, and can I also have a black coffee with no sugar and cocoa powder, and a hot chocolate with marshmallows, whipped cream, and extra sugar? All to go." She smiles and waits where she is instructed to. When her order is complete and bagged up, she exchanges 25 bucks for the food and drinks. On the way back, she sips her hot chocolate, getting halfway through it before getting back to the dorm.
"I got you a surprise!" Enid tells her, pulling out the black coffee with cocoa powder. "I even told them not to put any sugar in, or any vanilla drops, 'cus I know you think they put too much in and you have your own vanilla." Wednesday stands up from her desk, accepting the coffee. Then she pulls a little bottle of vanilla drops out of her pocket, and Enid isn't surprised. She carries random stuff with her all the time. Once the three drops are in and stirred thoroughly, she takes a sip and looks like she might smile.
"Thank you, Enid." She looks the coffee up and down. "This would go well with those cookies you make. Or possibly the cupcakes."
"We should do a baking da—a baking night one day!" The wolf smiles, making that puppy-dog noise she always subconsciously makes when she gets really happy. At her enthusiasm, the psychic actually smiles a little bit.
"Of course. I know the recipes, I'll get the ingredients." Her exterior was slowly but surely cracking. Enid knew she could do it. Her smile widens, and Wednesday looks down at her lips, but she was probably only looking at her canines sticking out, right? "So, when do you want to bake?"
"Tomorrow?" The lycan asks hopefully, looking at her with the best puppy dog eyes she can muster. "Please?"
"Fine. What time are we going today?" Wednesday was extremely organised (and she had made Enid the same).
"Like at... hmmm... 6pm? We can have the picnic for dinner instead of whatever food they have here today." She looks at her watch, seeing that it's already 4pm. "So you have two hours, basically, to get ready or whatever else you feel like doing."
"That sounds acceptable." The raven says, walking over to her closet. "Shoo, mio lupo, I need to pick an outfit."
Mio lupo? Enid is thinking. She makes note of how she thinks it is spelled so she can Google it later. She knows it's Italian; that is her roommate's home language. But she does know that she knows a lot of other tongues (however the way she pronounced everything made it clear that it was Italian).
"Alright, I'll come back soon." The wolf smiles, and she happily skips out of the room, barely able to contain her excitement for what is happening in a few short hours. She looks at her messages, and decides to text Yoko.
whereiswolf:P @pawsnclaws
im not coming dinner today cus im going to picnic with weds
redteeth @yokoiguess
have fun pup
but not TOO much fun
whereiswolf:P @pawsnclaws
sybau
Next she checks Google, remembering that she needs to go onto an Italian translator. She enters what she thinks the spelling is (mio lupa) and instantly a result appears. 'My wolf'. The real spelling was mio lupo, but she didn't care about that. She had called Enid hers. As much as she wanted to tell Yoko, she could not allow the relentless teasing to carry on.
She finds the pack, and so she decides to stay with them for an hour before going to change.
Once she enters the dorm, she hears the cello going from outside the window. The sunset was covering Wednesday in a mix of orange and red, making her somehow even more stunning than usual. Enid quickly slips into a hoodie and some joggers, then joins her outside, smiling at one of her favourite sounds. "Hey." Her voice is soft, remembering what she had called her earlier.
"Hello. Is it time for us to go?" The psychic asks, standing up and propping her cello up against the chair. Thing 'looks' at them, closing the book with all of Wednesday's cello sheet music. The werewolf nods, fidgeting with the ends of her sleeves.
"I have the sandwiches." She lifts the bag up and inches closer to the fire stairs that you see on the side of apartment buildings. If they went down the main stairs they'd get caught. Students were allowed to not eat dinner, but they were most certainly barred from the forest during and after sunset. Teachers always were saying something about the dangers it contained, blah blah blah.
She cautiously climbs down, scared she'll fall. Enid is deathly afraid of heights. And then there was her roomie, who was fearless. Just as the wolf makes it down the stairs and lets out a sigh of relief, the raven jumps off the last floor and lands effortlessly next to her. "Show-off."
"I like the thrill of it; why would I boast about such a mundane hobby to you?" At her comment, the lycan rolls her eyes, giving them shorter girl a playful shove.
"Shut up." They walk in comfortable silence the rest of the way to the clearing that Enid had found earlier.
"Wow." It was the first time that Wednesday had been speechless in front of her. The clearing was covered by a multitude of willow trees, and when you entered, you saw that the edge of ut was lined with roses. They were Wednesday's favourite flower, because everything beautiful needed to be deadly (Enid had read a copy of her novel secretly, and she could have sworn in the margin next to that sentence were two words: mio lupo). The final few beams of the sun were streaming through the leaves and branches of the trees, but soon enough they would be lit up by the glow of the half-moon and the shimmering of the stars.
"Cool, right? One time I wolfed out, and I was too far from the lupin cages, so I just found a quiet place, and this was what I came across. I think after we eat, we can star-gaze!" The grin on her face is ear-to-ear, and she sees that the other girl is also smiling, but just a little.
"This is wonderful. You remembered that picnic blanket, right?" She only changes the topic like this when she gets flustered. The lycan nods. "We can stay here for a while then, but we need to be back by at least 9. They'll lock up the stairs at 10."
"Of course. As long as I get even a fraction of your time I'll be happy."
When the sandwiches are mostly polished off and the moon and the stars are out, they lie down next to each other, and Enid finds herself subconsciously shifting her gaze over to the girl lying next to her.
"That's the Heart Nebula constellation." Wednesday points a few stars out with a pale hand. "It means love."
"I still remember that you taught me that the iron and stuff in our blood is made out of stardust." The werewolf turns her head to look at her. The moonlight suited her pale skin far too well. It made her even more entrancing to look at.
"Speaking of love, what are we going to do about these rumours flying around?" Wednesday turns to look at her as well. "I tolerate you but whatever people say is not true." She thinks about what she just heard. 'Tolerate'. She never says that about anyone.
"What about this whole 'my wolf' thing you said to me?" She does not mean it in a rude way, ut was just curiosity.
"That was a nickname. The actual translation is... my friend who is a wolf." The split second pause in the sentence does not fully convince Enid that that is the true meaning.
"Okay." She thinks her tone sounds like she believes her, or at least, she hopes. "I think we should just keep ignoring them."
"About that." Wednesday grimaces, finally showing some emotion tonight. "I may have overheard a random boy saying derogatory things about you."
"What did you do, Weds?" The nickname takes her roommate aback. "If you can have nicknames for me, I can have nicknames for you."
"Fine. Anyways, what might have happened is that I pinned him to the wall and cut him a little with my pocket knife, and I possibly may also have told him that if he ever goes near you, I'll kill him." She looks down, clearly not ashamed of her actions but of the repercussions of her actions on the rumours.
"Did you seriously think that would help the problem?" Enid hated to scold Wednesday, but she had to do something about this. She would say she wants the rumours to stop, and then be overprotective.
"No, but... I don't like people saying bad things about you. I do care about you, no matter how much it seems like I do not." Yoko was probably right. Wednesday Addams caring about someone's feelings? That is what she had said. Of course, the werewolf would never tell her that, but she was actually correct. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to show him that he can't speak like that about someone like you."
"Someone like me?" She asks, smiling softly.
"Yes. One of my only friends." There was a slight hesitation when she had said 'friends'. But she probably had not had that many accomplices while growing up, so it was probably hard for her to admit that she did tolerate and care about her roommate, even though Enid knew it could go further if one of them was brave enough to admit it. That was an impossibility, though. The lycan was a coward and the raven was not going to admit her feelings. But for now friends was enough.
After a peaceful Saturday night of stargazing and trying not get caught by the teachers while they snuck back in, Enid is expecting to wake up to her alarm and peacefully start her day. But instead of an alarm, she hears the faint buzzing of her phone with her enhanced hearing—perks of being a wolf.
redteeth @yokoiguess
so i may have told divina about your date
amd she may have told many other people!
...
whereiswolf:P @pawsnclaws
what the helly
weds is gonna be PISSED
why is your whole aim to assist these fcking rumours </3
She groans and slams her head into her pillow. "Enid?"
"Yeah?" She mumbles, almost fully mute because of the pillow.
"What's wrong?" Wednesday asks. The wolf can hear the bedsheets shuffling as she probably is sitting up. Enid turns around, and sits up to face her.
"Y-your hair is curly?" She splutters, seeing that her roommate actually has long hair and today she's let it down and it's naturally curly.
"Yes. What's wrong?" She brushes her question away and repeats her question.
"Well, Yoko told Divina about our d—our picnic, and Divina told other people, so now, everyone knows." Her little slip-up goes unnoticed with all the other details packed into the sentence. "The rumours might be worse now. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, mio lupo." Wednesday leans back on her bed, not breaking eye contact with her at all. "If anyone comes near you, I'll... I will have a chat with them."
"Chat?" Enid says skeptically, raising her eyebrows. "You can just tell me if you're gonna hurt people."
"Well, yes, that's what I was planning on." She says, crossing her arms. Her bangs gather in front of her eyes, shrouding them in the darkness of her hair. The lycan can still tell that she's still looking into her eyes. "It will be okay."
"You and Wednesday went on a date, right?" Bruno asks her. The pack and some of her other friends are sitting with her, teasing her about the picnic.
"No, it was just a picnic in that one clearing I found. And after we just did some stargazing." She assumes this will be taken lightly. "It was just a normal night out with a friend."
"You were stargazing with her? Really?" Bianca laughs, making Enid's face go red. "Did you see any constellations?"
"...The Heart Nebula." It was very unlucky for them to see that last night. The teasing would be even worse now.
"Did you kiss?" Ajax asks, leaning in. Bruno readies his hand next to his pocket, both of their eyes filled with anticipation.
"No. Ajax, you lost the bet, didn't you?" The werewolf laughs, her canines showing a little. She figures that it's best to make the most of the situation, no matter how crap it might be.
"Maybe." He pulls out five bucks and slides it to Bruno over the table. While he does, Agnes poofs into existence behind her, making the wolf jump a little.
"I'm sure you wanted to. You don't exactly keep your journal well-hidden when you write entries, do you?" She giggles that psychopathic laugh of hers.
"I've told you so many times to stay out of my room, you little creep! What were you doing there, anyways?" Enid asks, curious as to why she had gone snooping. "When I write in my journal I always make sure Wednesday's not there."
"She actually sent me to check on you. I wonder why... Maybe you shoulder read her diary." The lycan must look perplexed at the revelation that Wednesday Addams has a diary. "I've read it, so maybe you should look into that. Thing will help you; he supports these rumours and you know how much he loves gossip." The ginger girl winks and disappears again, leaving Enid alone with her thoughts. She didn't want to snoop, but... should she?