Inconvenient at Most

The Addams’ family mansion is much more grand than any other home Enid had stepped foot into. The guest bedroom assigned to her is larger than the living room of her own family home. She doesn't have much time to take it in though because for someone with such short legs, Wednesday is fast.

The young writer shows her the kitchen, dining room, living room, sitting room, ball room, green house, lake, and the conservatory. Leaving out the one room Enid longs to see the most, Wednesday’s room. The dark-haired girl never does anything by accident that which Enid is certain of.

They steadily made their way back to the front sitting room. “Wednesday your home is beautiful.” Enid decides to take a seat on one of the lavish black couches, it’s soft to the touch. It’s almost comfortable enough to distract Enid from the strong smell invading her senses. Her head lifts slightly nose in the air to get a better idea of what could be behind such a strong scent.

Wednesday whose back is turned to the wolf offers a hum in response, attention on the grand piano in front of her. “Wednesday you didn’t tell me your family had a cat.” At this the novelist turns around to give Enid a questioning look. “We don’t.” If this is some sort of prank it’s impressive although still puzzling. Enid doesn't like to brag but her senses are almost always right and right this moment she smells something of the feline variety.

“Could they have gotten one while you were away?” Wednesday moves away from the piano and quirks one eyebrow. “What are you getting at Enid?” Enid hears soft footfalls, soft but heavy and the smell becomes stronger. Through the doorway they had just come from stalks a large lion. It walks slowly, getting a bit closer before plopping itself down on the rug.

“Wednesday there is a lion in your house.” It takes every morsel of self-control in Enid not to scream and run out of the room. She had never seen a big cat this close before, she is close enough to see its chest rise and fall with each breath. “That’s just Kitty, he’s probably more scared of you than you are of him.” Wednesday says it in the same way someone would recall what they had for lunch.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” Wednesday walks over to her terrified roommate and offers her hand in a move that she would deny to anyone else. “Come he is honestly a waste of a beast. He doesn't even eat people, hates the taste.” Enid stands and walks with Wednesday until they are at the very edge of the rug. Kitty opens his eyes and glances at them briefly before resting his head once more.

Enid is less scared now and more intrigued about how the Addams had managed to domesticate such an animal. That line of thought would most definitely just lead to more questions. “Can I see your room Wednesday?” If there is one thing Enid has learned in her friendship with the goth it’s that she would do almost anything to appease her. Whether Wednesday would admit it or not she has grown soft after their first fight and even more so after her first shift.

“Fine but don’t think this gives you permission to enter whenever you please.” Enid doesn't squeal in excitement, but she does let out a squeak. She follows Wednesday up the stairs, and they stop in front of the door that’s just across from Enid’s own. The door is identical to every other door in this hallway but when she gets a peek of the inside it couldn’t possibly belong to anyone else.

The room is covered in black and deep reds. The furniture looks antique in a way that suits the raven. There’s a large desk where Wednesday’s typewriter has already been unpacked and a bed large enough to fill the center of the room. Her cello is on its stand in a corner out of the way.

“It’s so you. You have your own balcony?” Enid lightly traces her fingers over the dark comforter as she looks towards Wednesday waiting for her response. “Where else am I supposed to master my poison dart aim?” Enid throws her head back in a laugh, starting to get used to Wednesday's unique sense of humor. Or at least what she assumes is humor. Can one ever be sure of anything when it comes to an Addams?

W&E

Enid had spent the next couple of hours unpacking and settling in. She put a few posters up, littered the vanity with cosmetics and arranged her favorite stuffed animals on the bed. She couldn’t suppress her smile now that she was alone. This summer is going to be so much better than what she had been dreading had she gone home.

But thanks to Wednesday she doesn't have to deal with her mom, her brothers, or any potential mates. She can just hang out with her friend and her wonderfully kooky family. She can be herself.

She can hear light footsteps make their way closer to her room, so she pauses her train of thought to focus on the soft sound. A couple of barely there knocks follow. “Come in.” Morticia opens the door slowly and appraises the room with a thoughtful gaze. “Enid darling, it looks so much more colorful in here. I just wanted to let you know that dinner is ready.”

Morticia smiles at Enid full of warmth and affection. She waits at the door for the young wolf to follow her back to the dining room. Enid stumbles in her haste to get to the Addams Matriarch. “Slow down the food isn’t going anywhere, it’s tradition that we don’t eat until everyone is seated at the table.” Morticia places a hand on Enid's shoulder guiding her towards the staircase.

When they arrive Wednesday, her brothers and Gomez are already seated. Morticia takes her place at the head of the table, Gomez seated to her right and the boys next to their father. Wednesday is sat to her mother’s left and Enid decides to take the open chair next to her. Wednesday spares her a glance but quickly refocuses on the table in front of her.

Dinner goes about as well as can be expected. The food is delicious, and the conversation stays on the lighter side of things. Enid suspects Wednesday may have something to do with the fact that no one mentions anything about death, blood, and or torture. They instead talk about summer plans and some of the more wholesome childhood stories about Wednesday.

“We actually got Kitty to look after Wednesday kind of like a guard cat if you will. She would yank on his mane and step on his tail so much we were certain she was doing it on purpose.” Gomez is laughing so hard there are tears in the corners of his eyes. Wednesday on the other hand does not look amused. The goth stabs her fork into the table so hard it bends on impact.

“Oh Wednesday, no need to be embarrassed.” Morticia’s tone is gentle, soothing in a way Enid’s own mother could never manage. The blonde rests a hand on Wednesday’s thigh lightly, ready to pull back if need be. Wednesday allows it and even unclenches her jaw at the touch. “I think it’s interesting that even at such a young age you wanted to be right in the face of danger. I guess you’ve always been too curious for your own good.”

Wednesday turns to look at Enid at the sound of her voice and doesn't look away until the taller girl meets her eyes for a moment too long. Enid swears she saw something flash in her best friend's eyes, something undefinable. “You’re probably right about that.”

W&E

After dinner Enid had offered to help clean up but was waved off immediately. With nothing else to do she headed upstairs. It didn’t take her long to get ready for bed and then text her friends an update about what had transpired just hours ago. Yoko had replied with about a hundred laughing emojis and then a serious message encouraging her to call if she needed anything.

She puts her phone down for the night. Enid has a few books on her nightstand, the ones she hadn’t had the time to read during the semester. She picks the one on the top of the stack and cracks it open hoping a little nighttime reading will help her find sleep faster. It’s a historical fiction book one her dad got for her sometime last year.

It’s not something that Enid would usually enjoy, in fact she doesn't believe she would ever get something like this for herself, but it’s the thought that counts. She just wishes he would pay a little more attention to her and maybe even listen every once and awhile. Enid lets out an exasperated sigh now is not the time to wallow in self-pity, it’ll do nothing to improve her already poor sleep schedule.

If she concentrates hard enough, she can hear the clacking of a familiar typewriter. It’s methodical in a way that soothes Enid’s anxiety enough for her to focus back on the book in her hands. It’s incredibly boring though, the first chapter is about as interesting as the nutrients label on a granola bar. The young wolf gives up on reading for the night and puts the book back on top of the stack.

Wednesday is still writing; Enid can hear the keys being pressed over and over and she contemplates for just a moment what would happen if she would walk over to her best friend’s side of the hall. Would she yell at Enid to leave, let her sit in her room if she promises to remain quiet? Would she even open the door if she knew it was Enid?

The blonde decides to stay put for now and bask in the stillness of her new room for the next couple of months. Her mother hasn’t called or messaged her yet. Enid had assumed that she would at least be pissed enough to yell at her over the phone, but apparently, she wasn’t even worth that. At least she has her friends and now Wednesday’s family.

She stops her sulking the moment her ears register silence from a few feet away. Enid’s feet are moving before she can give them permission. She finds herself at the other side of Wednesday’s door in five seconds flat, her forehead resting against the wood, her knuckles refusing to knock.

It’s so silent that when the door is pulled open Enid nearly falls face first onto the hard wood floors. She is only saved by deceptively strong arms that hold her up. “Any particular reason you're loitering outside my door?” The young writer lifts one of her eyebrows at the blonde who has yet to leave her grasp.

As if just now realizing how close they are with the shorter girl all but supporting the wolf's weight she jumps back. A hand automatically flying to the back of her neck to scratch there and a blush covering her face. Wednesday doesn't look angry or agitated, just confused. “Sorry I was just coming to tell you Goodnight.” The goth doesn't look convinced, but she nods anyway.

Enid is about to turn on her heel ready to go to sleep and pretend none of this ever happened when a cold hand wraps around her wrist. “Goodnight Enid.” Wednesday says it with a certain conviction looking deep into her eyes as if she really can see her soul.

It’s almost as if Enid’s thoughts suddenly have the power of manifestation because a second later Wednesday’s eyes are rolling into the back of her head, her body falling limp. It’s Enid’s turn to catch her. The young wolf lays her friend down on the rug just inside her room, and grabs a pillow to support her head.

She sits there waiting for Wednesday to snap out of it, scared to leave her alone. Thing scuttles in a few moments later taking in the scene. Enid quickly explains what happened and Thing assures her it's completely normal. It doesn't take more than ten minutes for Wednesday to come to, her eyes are frantic searching for something. She stands up quickly and goes towards her desk.

A journal that Enid has never noticed before is pulled out of the top drawer. Wednesday writes a few things down before returning it to its rightful spot. “Wednesday are you okay? What did you see?” The writer has yet to turn around and face her. Her back is tense with nerves and Enid longs to reach out and comfort her friend in any way she can.

“I’m fine, it was nothing. I’d like to go to sleep now.” Enid takes that as the dismissal it is trusting that she will tell her about it if it becomes important. The blonde stands and makes her way towards the door but not before uttering a good night almost under her breath.

Enid tosses and turns for several hours, willing sleep to come. She’s upset about her mother's lack of response and worried about Wednesday’s earlier vision. She hopes that the raven won’t shut her out again. They'd made so much progress, but earlier in her room it had felt like that first day all over again.

Tomorrow will be better. Enid just knows it.