Wednesday Addams never particularly liked Valentine’s Day. She’s never had a reason to. It was cheesy with embellished decorations and bright pink that she swore hurt her eyes. There are simply so much better holidays like Halloween where it’s socially acceptable to cover yourself in fake blood and run around in your favorite costume: Ghostface.
(Definitely not the kitty costume Enid made her wear this year. That thing was so humiliating, and Wednesday hasn’t recovered since).
Valentine’s Day, on the other hand, is just so cliché. It’s for lovesick people who want to waste their money on ugly teddy bears and greeting cards. You also have to pay for candy. Halloween gives it to you for free! You can’t guarantee whether it’s been tampered with, but that’s the thrill of the holiday.
She’s sure February 14th was declared a holiday just for card companies to make extra revenue. And for flower shops to sell you their close-to-welting products. The whole thing is a scam.
Wednesday loathes Valentine’s Day.
But she hates seeing Enid sad more.
So, on February 11th during class, when Enid asks:
"Will you hang out with me on Valentine's?"
She widens her eyes with horror. No, No, No, No-
Yet Enid gazes at her with such hope it would be like kicking a wounded puppy. Besides, she hates the day, but not Enid- Never her, so Wednesday swallows back any snide comment she was about to make.
Instead, she hesitantly says:
"Yeah, okay."
And that was that.
Until it wasn't.
"One scoop of Mint Chocolate chip and one Mocha please."
This is how Wednesday finds herself sitting in an Ice Cream parlor. Music softly plays in the background (some lovey-dovey song), and she patiently sits in the booth with her hands placed neatly in her lap. Her shoulders are rigid, and she stares at the decorations hung nearby. There's paper hearts strung along the wall. It's like shades of pink and purple puked all over the shop, but if that itself wasn't enough, they also had to add white and red into the mix.
Gross.
Enid slides into the seat next to her. They're so close that they're sitting knee-to-knee now, and Wednesday would be lying if she says her cheeks aren't now matching the room.
Stop blushing, stop blushing, stopblushing, stopstop-
"I got you mint chocolate chip," Enid flashes her a wolfy, tooth-ish grin.
Cute.
"You remind me of a wolf," She blurts out without thinking.
Oh, god. No-
To her surprise, Enid laughs.
"Okay, you black cat."
She scowls. "Just because you had me dress up as a cat one time doesn't mean-"
"Yes, it does."
"No, it doesn't."
"Does too."
"Does not!"
And then, Enid does the unthinkable. She actually. Boops. Her. On. The. Nose.
"Whatever you say, kitty."
"I will bite your finger off."
"You won't"
"I will," Wednesday crosses her arms. "Don't you ever do that again."
"You smiled," Enid jokingly coos. Except, she's actually the one smiling. It's a wide smile. One that meets her bright pretty blue eyes, and she tucks a piece of blonde hair behind her hair. "Admit it, you'd be a cat."
"Yes," She finds herself agreeing without meaning to.
"There, there," Enid grabs her hand and intertwines it with hers. It's normal affection from her friend, but it causes Wednesday's heart to skip a beat, and her breathing is more frantic in a fuzzy sense of panic, and, and-
"Did you just space out?" Enid raises her eyebrows.
"I was... thinking." She shrugs.
"About?"
"You're... a good friend?" Wednesday lamely offers. "And I appreciate our friendship. I don't like Valentine's day, but I like you- um, as a friend of course, but still I'm actually enjoying our time together and-"
She swears there's a knowing glint wavering in Enid's eyes. "I understand," She murmurs. "And I like you too, dummy."
Wednesday has never been great with words.
But Enid can read her for as she is.
"Thank you."
(Too lost in each other, neither of them notice how their ice cream has melted into a puddle).