Wednesday had been sitting in front of her typewriter and just made her seventh typo in a row. She sat down to write to take her mind off of her nerves, but anxiety still found a way to wrap itself around her brain like an octopus, squeezing her with all eight of its tentacles until she lost control over her trembling hands.
She crumpled up the piece of paper, and threw it into a pile of others in frustration.
The thud of soft fingertips on her desk grabbed her attention as Thing, Wednesday’s most loyal partner in crime crawled its way towards the girl.
“Hey! It’s going to be okay! All you need to do is let yourself open up,” it signed.
“I’d rather a medically skilled surgeon open me up and rid my body of all these obnoxious emotions,” she scowled in response.
She wasn’t sure if getting rid of the emotions she was feeling was actually what she wanted, but she knew for a fact that having them erased would be a lot easier than handling them.
Nobody had ever made Wednesday feel like her roommate did. Nobody’s eyes on her sent hordes of spiders crawling around inside her abdomen, nobody’s smile made it almost impossible to keep her own lips from curling up, nobody’s scent made her lose focus as quickly as Enid’s did, and she hadn’t felt this strong of an urge to protect someone, not even her own brother.
This newfound fondness she felt towards the blonde girl was something completely unknown to her before, and as a creature of habit, she would’ve been completely fine if she never realized it existed in the first place. However, she did, and ever since that fateful night of overthinking, it’d been eating up too much of her headspace, so she had to do something.
At first she didn’t know who to turn to. She was positive that she’d rather cut her tongue out than ask her parents how one officially starts to court someone. She deemed Eugene to be even less knowledgeable on the topic than she was, and she didn’t exactly have other friends who she could turn to. She even considered asking the internet for advice, but not having an electronic device and not knowing the password to any of Enid’s quickly canceled out that possibility. That’s when Thing came into the picture. That bergamot-smelling severed limb got closer to her roommate than Wednesday ever did, so it seemed only logical to ask for its help.
They set up a seemingly perfect strategy for the ravenette to confess, but now that her moment came, she started second guessing everything, and even considered hopping on the next train to take her home to hide from this madness.
The door of their room was flung open and revealed a seemingly shocked Enid and Yoko.
“Damn, this shall be good. I think I’m gonna go now, talk to you later, E,” the vampire said, and disappeared faster than she came.
“Wens, what’s happening?” The blonde asked confused.
Wednesday felt a drop of sweat rolling down her temple. She spent a quick minute debating what would be more awkward, quickly wiping it, or letting it annoy her for another few seconds. She chose the latter, and invited Enid inside their room.
The werewolf stepped into the dimly lit space. Wednesday watched her look at the warm string lights Thing made her cover the room with, and desperately tried to read Enid’s body language for signs. The blonde girl’s eyes wandered over the thirteen red roses neatly organized in a black vase.
“Were you not expecting me to come home so soon? If you’re waiting for someone, I can…”
“No, sit,” Wednesday interrupted, grabbing Enid’s hand and making her sit in the nest of pastel plushies she used to make a comfortable spot in front of their multicolored window.
The ravenette then pulled up a chair in front of her roommate, her shaking hands betraying the confident facade she put on to cover up her nervousness. She pulled out her cello, then started looking anxiously for her bow. Thing couldn’t take looking at the scene anymore, so carefully tapped her shoulder and handed her the bow itself.
“The other day Thing and I went through your playlist of horrendous, cheesy love songs to find one which I can use to show you what I cannot say. Listen to this. Please,” she quickly added, afraid to come off bossy.
As she grabbed the neck of the instrument and the bow, her hands steadied.
Enid knew what Wednesday was playing from the very first note. It was Dandelions by Ruth B. She watched the girl’s hand flawlessly sliding over the neck of the instrument, not missing a single sound. The deep, rich voice of the instrument got her in an almost meditative state. The song ended way too quickly, she could’ve listen to Wednesday playing forever.
The other girl put down her instrument and bow, then walked to Enid and laid a neatly folded paper in her hand. After that she took a step back as if she expected the blonde to hit her, and stood there without saying a word.
Enid, careful not to rip it, opened the letter, which said in the font of Wednesday’s typewriter:
I’m in a field of dandelions, wishing on every one that you’ll be mine.
“I guess I spent too much time listening to this without earphones, huh? Listen, if that’s the case, I’m very sorry, but you could’ve just told me to turn the volume down or something, I don’t really understand where you’re going with this whole thing and…”
“Enid. What I am trying to say is… If I’d be a sappy daydreamer… I guess I’d also be wishing on dandelions that you’ll be mine,” Wednesday rattled out, keeping eye contact with the girl the whole time. “If you are not feeling the same way, we can just forget about all of this happening. You can go to Yoko’s, and by the time you get back I’ll make everything disappear and…”
It was Enid’s turn to interrupt her. “Wednesday. This caught me off-guard, but that’s literally the only reason for me being reluctant. You need to know, that every time I was listening to this song, I had you, and only you in my mind.”
“Does it mean that you are giving me your consent for me to court you?”
Instead of giving her an answer, Enid grabbed the collar of Wednesday’s shirt and pulled the shorter girl into her with a force she didn’t know she had before.
Kissing Wednesday was nothing like she imagined on all those nights she couldn’t sleep. Her lips were soft and warm, and instead of just standing there and letting it happen, the ravenette wrapped an arm around her waist and caressed her cheek with the other hand.
After they parted to catch their breaths, Enid’s head felt dizzy and she felt a rush of energy coursing through her body.
Wednesday still couldn’t believe she did it. She confessed, and all her energy and effort put into her confession led to success. She loved the taste of victory. In this case more than ever.
“So now that we cleared this up… Could you play something else for me?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Come ooon, it’s not like I haven’t heard you play before! Please! Wednesday, pleeease…”
Wednesday gave in to the puppy eyes. That, and she loved having all of the blonde’s attention on her anyway, so she didn’t see why she shouldn’t entertain her with a few more songs. At least she could cross her cello practice off of the list of tasks for that day.
“Wednesday Addams is my girlfriend. We are girlfriends. I can’t wait to see what the future holds,” Enid thought while letting herself get lost in the music the ravenette played so perfectly.