She was woken up by the sound of shattering glass. And a scream. A scream that, without a doubt, belonged to the blonde-haired girl, Wednesday’s blue-eyed nuisance. The seer sighed heavily and pushed herself up in bed, directing her gaze toward the source of the noise. Enid was nowhere in sight.
The wind lifted a small strand of hair that had escaped one of her tightly woven braids. That’s where she had gone - the balcony. Strange. This wasn’t Enid’s hour, the werewolf didn’t like being up when the sun had barely risen.
Wednesday placed her bare feet on the dusty, old wooden floor and stepped outside.
Enid turned around abruptly, her expression clearly guilty.
"What are you doing?" She said, straightening her black pajama shirt that was stretched around her neck.
"Nothing." Wednesday didn’t move an inch, pinning her roommate down with her gaze. A moment was all it took before Enid began shifting uncomfortably. Not because of Wednesday’s piercing stare, but because she felt ashamed (very well, just stare at this sad werewolf just a little bit longer, that should do it).
The seer took a small step forward.
For Enid, that was enough.
Blonde wrung her hands and looked at her friend with the expression of a scolded puppy.
"It’s not my fault."
"And yet."
"Wednesday!"
The seer’s flustered friend looked downright ridiculous, standing there in bright pink pajama shorts and a thin tank top.
That outfit… That outfit, contrasting against the still-awakening sky, looked surprisingly, in some way (Why? Something, probably the bug, whispered the answer to her, but Wednesday had never been one to listen to others, especially bugs), utterly enticing—magnetic. It was hard to look away, even as the sun slowly began to rise behind Enid’s back.
"Enid, it’s six in the morning, and for some reason, we’re standing on the balcony."
"It’s not my fault. I opened my eyes, and he was there." The werewolf sadly complained.
"Who and where?"
Enid, embarrassed, dropped her gaze to her shoes and mumbled something under her breath.
"Speak up." (Please). Wednesday took another step forward, deliberately cornering her roommate. The werewolf tensed but didn’t back away, enjoying both the closeness of her friend — who usually despised it — and dreading the confession of her… misfortune.
"A spider," she mumbled.
"What spider?"
"On my bedside lamp."
Wednesday remained silent.
Enid looked up, her cheeks flushed, eyes glistening in the morning light.
There was something about that color. Blue recently was slowly consuming Wednesday’s world, piece by piece. But she also knew that, for some reason, Enid looked at her more often than she did at anyone else.
And worst of all, she liked it.
A lot.
(I want to be devoured)
"The lamp that you decided to throw off the balcony, I presume?" The seer crossed her arms.
"What was I supposed to do?! If it stayed in the room, it could’ve multiplied, and besides, the balcony was closer than the hallway. And if I took it to the hallway, it could’ve come back, crawled under the door, and taken revenge on me, or worse — crawled into my mouth while I was sleeping!"
Wednesday blinked.
"What? That’s what spiders do."
(Oh, Enid. Why do you have to be so...)
"Spiders, Enid, are among the most beautiful and most romantic creatures to ever walk this barren earth." The seer looked firmly into the eyes of her best friend.
"Well, this one won’t be walking anywhere anymore."
(...unbearably adorable?)
"If only you were a little less clumsy..." Wednesday remarked, glancing at the shattered glass on the balcony.
"It’s not my fault!" She repeated. A primal energy flashed in her gaze for a moment. "I was peacefully sleeping until I nearly died, and now I’m exhausted! And it's not cool." Wednesday rolled her eyes.
"Enid. You’re a werewolf."
The blue-eyed werewolf huffed in irritation and lifted a hand to her forehead. But for some reason, Wednesday grabbed it. A cold hand touched a warm forearm. It… was a pleasant contrast.
Enid stared at the spot where their skin met.
"What are you doing?"
"You’re bleeding," Wednesday replied.
The werewolf lowered her hand. Wednesday still held it firmly, but surprisingly gently (Why are her hands so soft?), exactly where she had grabbed it just moments ago.
"It’s nothing." The blonde swallowed, unconsciously holding her breath.
"You faint at the sight of blood."
"Right." Enid blinked.
"I can hear you're already breathing faster." Wednesday examined her friend more closely. "I suppose it would be best if you sit down. Now." (Please don’t argue with me and sit down).
Enid blinked again.
"Oh no, it’s not from tha—" She inhaled sharply, clearing her throat. "But yeah, yeah, yeah, sitting would be good. I mean, yeah, I do feel a little lightheaded. It always hits me a bit later."
The seer furrowed her brows.
"That’s odd. Usually, the moment you see blood, you collapse like a corpse."
The werewolf let out a nervous laugh and poked Wednesday in the shoulder with her free hand.
"Then you better hurry, because I might become one any second now." Enid blinked (just blinked, and I am...).
And Wednesday?
If Enid didn’t know her, she would have said she was, as usual, completely unfazed. But she did know her. And this Wednesday, the one she knew almost inside and out, was… affected by something. Or maybe agitated? Either way, something was strongly occupying her mind. It would have been nice to find out what was occupying her mind. Just for, like always, roommates purposes.
"Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad." Wednesday muttered.
The colorful werewolf glitched.
"Wait, did you just say you’d like to see me as a corpse?" Enid asked, genuinely offended.
And Wednesday?
Wednesday looked… dreamy.
Wait.
Enid nervously bit her nail, from which the purple color was slowly fading. Tonight, she should have a manicure session with Thing. Definitely.
"I don’t even want to know what that expression means." She started. "Or maybe I do. Or maybe I already know." A sly, wolfish smile spread across Enid's face. As if the girl had just decided to go on a little friendly hunt. "You’d probably think I was the sexiest human being to ever walk this miserable earth."
Here we are.
Wednesday didn't think twice.
It was happening more and more often when it came to Enid.
(Or maybe it had always been that way)
"Enid, you already are…" She cleared her throat. "In any case, you can barely stand. We better go back inside so I can patch you up before you bleed out." (All that’s missing is for you to catch a cold on top of everything)
"I’m fine." Enid looked at her hand and the blood — too bright and too attention-grabbing for her taste — slowly dripping onto the concrete floor.
And then, the dizziness hit.
"Not to say 'I told you so…'"
"I told you so." The werewolf cut her off with a weak voice. "Wednesday, we’re going. Now." Enid grabbed Wednesday’s other hand — the one still holding onto her — purely for the sake of balance, of course.
The bathroom was a long way away.
"So be it."
(I told you so)