"You're always with her, aren't you?"
The accusation hung in the air like a storm cloud, thick and heavy, threatening to rupture at any moment. Enid looked up from her sketchbook, pencil frozen mid-stroke, to meet the piercing gaze of her girlfriend, Wednesday Addams. The library, a place usually filled with the comforting scent of old books and the gentle rustle of pages turning, now felt as tense as a coiled spring.
"Wednesday, it's not like that," Enid began, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. "Yoko and I are just friends."
Wednesday's dark eyes narrowed, the corners of her lips twitching into a skeptical frown. "Friends who used to kiss," she reminded, her voice low and even.
Enid sighed, setting her pencil down. "Come on, that was ages ago. We were just figuring ourselves out."
Wednesday's gaze didn't waver. "And now? Do you think I don’t notice how she looks at you? It’s obvious she still has feelings for you.”
Enid's heart skipped a beat. She had hoped that confessing their past to Wednesday would have put the issue to rest, but it seemed that the monster of jealousy had only grown stronger. "Yoko and I talked about it," Enid said, choosing her words carefully. "We agreed that we're better as friends."
"But you still spend all your time together," Wednesday pressed, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "It's like I'm the third wheel in your friendship."
Enid stood up from her chair, closing the distance between them. She took Wednesday's hands in hers, feeling the coolness of her skin and the tension in her slender fingers. "You're not a third wheel, you're my girlfriend. You're the most important person in my life."
Wednesday searched her eyes, looking for a hint of deceit, but all she found was sincerity and a touch of sadness. "I know you mean it," she murmured. "But it's hard to ignore the history you two share."
"I understand," Enid replied softly, stroking the back of her hand. "But I promise you, Wednesday, my feelings for Yoko are strictly platonic. You're the one I love, the one I want to be with."
Wednesday's expression softened slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing.
The library remained silent except for the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner.
Then, as if on cue, the heavy doors swung open and Yoko came in, her confident gait echoing through the aisles. She had an aura about her that was impossible to ignore, a mix of fiery passion and quiet wisdom that had always intrigued Enid.
Her eyes locked onto Enid, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Hey, Enid," she said, her voice too playful. "I've been looking all over for you."
Yoko's approach was deliberate, a casual yet calculated saunter that had Enid's heart racing. She could feel Wednesday's eyes on her, the question in them as sharp as a knife.
"What's up, Yoks?" Enid asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She knew her friend's playful nature all too well, but in this tense atmosphere, it felt like a minefield.
Yoko leaned against the table, her gaze flicking to Wednesday before returning to Enid. "Just thought we could grab lunch together," she said, her tone light.
The air grew colder, and Enid could almost feel the ice form in Wednesday's grip. "Yeah, sure," she said, her voice a forced casualness. "But I should probably check with Wednesday first."
Wednesday's eyes never left Yoko's, a challenge sparking in their depths. "I don't mind," she said, her voice a brittle shell around her emotions. "You two go ahead."
The silence was palpable as Yoko's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "Thanks, Wednesday," she said, her tone dripping with sweetness that didn't quite hide the underlying tension.
Enid's cheeks flushed, feeling the heat of both Yoko's gaze and Wednesday's unspoken anger. "Maybe another time," she suggested, trying to defuse the situation. "Wednesday and I have plans."
Yoko's smile remained, but her eyes grew a shade darker. "It's just lunch, Enid," she said, her voice taking on a slightly seductive tone. "You don't have to check in with anyone."
Wednesday's grip tightened around Enid's hand, her knuckles white.
She noticed Enid didn’t really want to go now, so she knew she had to do something.
"We're in the middle of something," she said, her voice clipped.
Yoko's smile didn't falter. She glanced down at their joined hands before standing up straight, her eyes never leaving Enid's. "I see," she said, her voice cool and measured. "Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
With a grace that seemed almost predatory, she leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on the back of Enid's free hand. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a jolt through Enid's body, a stark contrast to the chilly grip of Wednesday's hand. Yoko's eyes held hers for a beat longer than necessary before she turned and sailed out of the library, leaving the heavy silence to settle once more.
Wednesday's anger was a living, breathing entity in the room, a force that seemed to pulse in time with her rapid heartbeat. She didn't move, didn't speak, just stood there, her gaze fixed on the spot where Yoko had been.
"Wednesday," Enid began tentatively, "that was just Yoko being Yoko. She doesn't mean anything by it."
Wednesday finally looked away from the door, her eyes meeting Enid's. The anger in her gaze had transformed into something deeper, a blend of hurt and suspicion. "Does she do that often?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"It's just her way," Enid said, trying to keep the defensiveness from her tone. "It doesn't mean anything."
Wednesday's gaze searched hers, looking for answers in the pools of sincerity she hoped reflected there. "But it makes me feel..." she trailed off, unable to put into words the jumble of emotions coursing through her.
"I'm sorry," Enid said, her eyes filled with empathy. "I didn't think it would bother you so much."
Wednesday's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of deceit, but all she found was a mirror of her own turmoil. "It just feels like she's trying to claim something that's mine," she murmured, her voice tight with emotion.
"Wednesday," Enid said, her voice gentle, "you're the one I want to be with. Yoko is just a friend."
Wednesday's grip loosened slightly, but her eyes remained guarded. "Then why do I feel like I'm fighting for you?"
"You're not fighting," Enid reassured her, pulling her closer. "We're all just trying to navigate this. You know how Yoko can be."
Wednesday nodded, her expression unchanged. "I know," she said, her voice still tight with unspoken emotions. "But, as I said, it's hard to ignore."
The following week, the tension between the three of them remained thick as a fog, even when they were together as a group. Yoko's glances grew more frequent, her smiles more knowing, and Wednesday's discomfort grew palpable. It was during one such gathering, in the dimly lit café that had become their regular haunt, that Wednesday decided she had had enough.
"I need to speak with you," she said to Yoko, her voice firm and devoid of its usual playfulness.
Yoko's eyes lit up with curiosity, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh? And what's so important that it couldn't wait until later?" she asked, taking a sip of her coffee.
"Now," Wednesday said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She gestured to the empty seat across from her.
Yoko set her cup down slowly, her gaze lingering on Enid for a moment before shrugging and sitting. "Okay," she said, all pretenses of innocence dropped. "What's this about?"
Wednesday leaned forward, her eyes unwavering. "I know you still have feelings for Enid," she began, her voice cool and collected. "And I'm here to tell you that she's mine now. So, I'd appreciate it if you stopped...whatever this is you're doing."
Yoko's smirk grew, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And what if I don't?" she challenged.
Wednesday's expression remained steely. "Then I'll make it clear," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to carry across the room. "Enid and I are together. You need to respect that."
Yoko leaned back in her chair, the amusement in her eyes slowly fading. "Is that a threat, Addams?" she asked, her own voice taking on an edge.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. "It's a request," she replied, her voice still calm but her meaning clear. "One I expect you to respect."
Yoko studied her for a moment, the air around them crackling with the unspoken challenge. Then she leaned forward, her gaze intense. "And if I don't?"
"Then we'll have a problem," Wednesday said, her voice a dangerous whisper.
Yoko's smirk morphed into something more serious, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. "You know I just want what's best for her," she said, her gaze drifting to Enid, who was apparently obliviously chatting with the others at the near table, but was actually trying to listen as much as she could.
Wednesday's expression didn't soften. "And you think I'm not what's best for her?" she countered, her voice still low but now with an underlying current of anger.
Yoko met her gaze without flinching. "I didn't say that," she replied, her tone measured. "But I know what Enid means to me, and I want her to be happy. I just don't think you're it."
Wednesday's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her voice even. "You don't get to decide that," she said, her grip on the table tightening. "Enid is not a possession to be claimed or discarded."
Enid had noticed the tension between her girlfriend and her best friend, but she had hoped it would dissipate with time. Now, she realized that it had only been festering beneath the surface, growing stronger.
As the conversation grew more heated, Enid felt a pang of anxiety in her chest. She couldn’t bear the thought of her two worlds colliding in such a destructive way. Setting her drink aside, she slid out of her chair and approached them, her eyes flicking from one to the other.
Wednesday's eyes widened slightly when she saw Enid approaching, the fury in her gaze dimming slightly. Yoko, on the other hand, remained unflinching, her expression a mask of calm defiance.
Enid reached the table, her heart racing. She could feel the tension in the air, thick as fog, and she knew she had to do something to dispel it. Without a word, she slid beside Wednesday and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. "Guys," she began, her voice a gentle reprimand.
Wednesday's eyes snapped to hers, the anger in them momentarily replaced by surprise. Yoko's expression remained unreadable, her gaze flicking from Enid to Wednesday before returning to her coffee.
Without a word, Enid sat on Wednesday's lap, and her girlfriend’s arms suddenly wrapped around her waist. She felt the tension in Wednesday's body, the tightness in her muscles that spoke volumes of the internal battle she was fighting.
But, at the same time, Wednesday’s smirk of victory was too obvious.
"Wednesday," she whispered into her ear, "this isn't worth fighting over."
Wednesday's eyes searched hers, a storm of emotions raging within their depths. Enid knew that look, had seen it before when she was trying to solve a particularly vexing puzzle.
"Yoko," she began, her voice firm but not unkind, "I want to talk to you."
Yoko raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her coffee, seemingly unfazed by the gravity in Enid's tone. "Okay, shoot," she said, leaning back in her chair, her posture casual yet expectant.
"Wednesday's right," Enid began, her voice steady despite the tremble in her hands. "You and I have history, but it's just that—history. We're friends now, best friends, but nothing more."
Yoko's smirk faded into a contemplative expression, her eyes never leaving Enid's. "And you're sure about that?" she asked, her voice a silky challenge.
Enid nodded, her voice firm. "I am," she said, her gaze never wavering. "Wednesday makes me happy, and I don't want anything to come between us."
Yoko's expression remained unreadable for a long moment before she finally spoke. "Fine," she said, setting her coffee cup down with a clack. "I'll back off—for now."
The tension in the air dissipated slightly, but the undercurrent of unresolved emotions remained.
"For now?" Wednesday echoed, her arms tightening around Enid.
Yoko's gaze remained fixed on Enid, the challenge in her eyes unmistakable. "For now," she repeated, her voice too low. "But if I see you hurting her, or if she comes to me, I won't hesitate."
The silence that followed was as thick as the fog outside the café windows. Enid felt Wednesday's grip tighten around her waist, her own heart hammering against her ribs.
"I won't hurt her," she said firmly, her gaze holding Yoko's. "I promise."
Yoko's eyes searched hers for a moment longer before she finally nodded, the tension in the air easing slightly. "Good," she said, standing up. "Then I guess we'll see how long that promise holds."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Enid and Wednesday sitting in the quiet aftermath of their confrontation.
Wednesday's arms remained tight around Enid, her heart thudding in her chest like a drum. "Are you okay?" she murmured into Enid's hair.
Enid nodded, leaning into her embrace. "Yeah," she said, her voice muffled. "I just...I didn't know it was that serious."
Wednesday's grip loosened slightly. "It's not your fault," she said, her voice tight. "I should've talked to you sooner."
Enid pulled away slightly, looking into her girlfriend's eyes. "What do you mean?"
Wednesday took a deep breath, her eyes searching Enid's face. "I've been feeling this...tension," she said, her voice low and tight. "And I didn't want to admit it to myself. But seeing you two together, the way she looks at you...it just...it makes me crazy."
Enid's eyes searched hers, the realization of her girlfriend's pain hitting her like a sledgehammer. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Wednesday's expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss her gently. "It's not your fault," she murmured. "But I needed you too to understand that she can't keep playing with my feelings like this."
"I'll talk to her, again" Enid promised, her voice earnest.
Wednesday leaned back, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Alright," she said, "But remember, I'll be watching."
Enid rolled her eyes, but the tension in her shoulders eased a bit. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," she replied, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Wednesday chuckled in an inaudible way, her arms loosening around Enid. "You know I trust you," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I just can't resist the thought of you two awkwardly trying to navigate this situation."
Enid couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little bit of the weight lift from her chest. "Okay, okay," she conceded, playfully poking Wednesday's cheek. "But I'll handle it."
Wednesday leaned in, her breath warm against Enid's ear. "And if you don't, I'll have to handle it my way."
The words hung in the air, a silent promise that sent a shiver down Enid's spine. She knew that look in Wednesday's eyes, the one that said she was deadly serious.
But before she could respond, Wednesday leaned in and claimed her in a kiss that was both possessive and tender. Enid's eyes fluttered shut, her heart racing as their lips met, the warmth of the gesture seeping into her bones. It was a kiss that spoke of love, of jealousy, of the fierce need to protect what was hers.
When they pulled away, the air between them was charged with a newfound understanding. Enid knew that Wednesday's love for her was as strong as ever, and she vowed to be more attentive to her girlfriend's feelings.
The next day, she approached Yoko, her heart heavy with the conversation she knew they needed to have. They sat in the crowded library.
“Yoks," she began, her voice tentative, "we need to talk. You know it, right?"
Yoko didn't look up from her book. "What about?" she asked, her tone casual, but the set of her jaw betraying her anticipation.
Enid took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "You know how much you mean to me," she started, her voice earnest. "But my relationship with Wednesday is different, and I don't want anything to come between us."
Yoko's hand stilled, her eyes flicking up to meet Enid's. "I know, you already said that" she said, her voice soft. "But I can’t ignore the way I feel."
"I know," Enid said gently, taking a seat next to her. "But we can't keep doing this dance, where you're flirting with me and making Wednesday uncomfortable. It's not fair to her."
Yoko sighed, setting her sketchbook aside. "Maybe you're right," she admitted, her gaze dropping to her hands. "I just miss what we had, I guess."
Enid reached out, taking one of Yoko's hands in hers. "We can still have that," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "But it needs to be strictly as friends. Can we do that?"
Yoko looked into her eyes for a long moment before nodding, a sad smile playing on her lips. "I'll try," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "For you."
Enid's heart swelled with gratitude, squeezing her friend's hand tightly. "Thank you," she murmured. "It means a lot to me."
“Just know” Yoko began, “That if you come to me wanting to do… you know, something with me, I won’t hesitate to do so. Even if you would still be with Wednesday.”
Enid felt a knot in her stomach, but she nodded. “I know it won’t happen.”
“But if it does?” Yoko pressed, her gaze intense.
“It won’t, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m completely sure’’ Enid said, more convinced than ever.
Yoko searched Enid’s eyes for any hint of doubt, but all she found was a steadfast resolve. Finally, she nodded, her smile turning genuine. "Alright, I'll respect your relationship," she said, "But know that I'm here if you ever need me, for anything."
The conversation left Enid feeling a mix of relief and sadness. She had hoped that by speaking with Yoko, she could put an end to the tension that had been brewing between the three of them. But the look in Yoko’s eyes, the unspoken promise, left a nagging doubt in her mind.
Wednesday, from another angle of the library, came to Enid when she saw Yoko going away. "I see you two had quite the chat," she said, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Enid turned to her, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah," she said, her voice barely above a murmur. "We did."
Wednesday's gaze flicked from Yoko to Enid, her eyes searching for any signs of deceit or hidden emotions. "And?" she prompted, her tone neutral.
"We talked," Enid said, her voice a little too casual. "Yoko understands that we're together, and she's going to respect that."
Wednesday studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Good," she said, though her
eyes remained wary.
A few days later, Yoko arrived at school with a new accessory—a smug smile and a girl on her arm. Divina, a friend she never considered that way until that moment, was beaming up at her with a look that was unmistakably adoring. The gossip spread through the school faster than wildfire.
Wednesday couldn't help but notice the change in Yoko. She seemed more relaxed, less... predatory. Yet, every time their eyes met, Wednesday couldn't shake the feeling that Yoko's attention was still mostly on Enid. It was like she was waiting for the perfect opportunity to pounce, to claim what she thought was still hers.
But Enid seemed oblivious to the tension, her eyes sparkling with happiness as Yoko walked down the hallway with her arms around Divina. The sight of them together was a clear declaration that Yoko had moved on—or so she wanted everyone to believe.
Wednesday watched them from afar, her thoughts racing. It was all an act, she was sure of it. Yoko was too crafty to just give up that easily. The way she had looked at her in the café, the way she had talked about "respecting" her relationship with Enid—it had been a challenge, not a promise.
Yet, as the days passed, and Yoko and Divina grew more open with their affection, Wednesday began to wonder if she was just being paranoid. Maybe Yoko really had moved on.
But every time Yoko looked at Enid, Wednesday's doubt grew. It wasn’t just the lingering glances; it was the way her eyes lit up, the way she’d lean in a little closer when Enid spoke, the way she’d touch her arm or her hair, so casually it was almost invisible.
As the days turned into weeks, Yoko and Divina grew more inseparable. They’d whisper sweet nothings to each other in the hallways, share secret smiles during class, and hold hands as they strolled through the schoolyard. It was like watching a romantic sitcom unfold in real time, complete with cheesy lines and dramatic glances. Yet, amidst all the PDA, Wednesday noticed something peculiar—how Yoko’s gaze would often drift towards Enid, her expression a complex tapestry of emotions that she couldn’t quite read.
One afternoon, while the trio sat together at their usual lunch table, Yoko leaned back, her arm casually draped over the back of Enid’s chair. “You know, Divina and I are going to the movies this weekend. Want to come along, Enid?” she asked, her voice as smooth as silk.
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed, her heart skipping a beat. It was the way she said it, the way she looked at Enid—like she was laying claim to her territory. Enid’s eyes met hers, and she saw the flicker of unease, the unspoken question. Did she detect the same underlying tension?
“If you get to bring your girlfriend, I’ll bring mine too.” said Enid, taking Wednesday’s hand.
The room grew silent as Yoko’s gaze shifted from Enid to Wednesday and back again, the smile on her face not reaching her eyes. "Sounds like a plan," she said, her voice tight.
Wednesday felt a twist in her stomach. "Great," she said, trying to keep her voice even. "We'll make it a double date."
Yoko's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Sure," she said, her tone betraying none of the turmoil Wednesday knew she must be feeling.
The weekend arrived, and with it, the tension grew more palpable. As they gathered at the movie theater, Divina chattered away, seemingly oblivious to the tension between the others. Yoko's hand remained in hers, a silent declaration that she wasn't backing down.
As the lights dimmed, Yoko leaned over, her voice a whisper that seemed to resonate in the quiet. "You know, you could have picked a better movie," she said, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Enid rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "It's a classic," she murmured back.
Wednesday's hand tightened in hers, her eyes flicking to Yoko before returning to the screen. The film played out, the laughter and gasps of the audience around them a stark contrast to the unspoken tension between the four.
As the credits began to roll, Yoko leaned back, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Well, that was enlightening," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Enid couldn't help but laugh, the tension of the evening finally breaking. "Yeah, it was," she agreed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Divina turned to her, her own smile forced. "So, who's up for ice cream?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
Wednesday's gaze remained on Yoko, her expression unreadable. "I'd love some," she said, her voice a challenge.
As they walked to the ice cream parlor, the conversation remained light, but the air was charged with the electricity of unspoken words. Divina tried her best to keep the mood upbeat and to ignore the jealousy she first felt for that little conversations her girlfriend and Enid just had, it felt like they were too connected, but the tension was palpable.
Once inside, the group settled into a booth, the neon lights casting an eerie glow on their faces. Yoko leaned back, watching as Enid and Wednesday ordered their desserts. "Who do you think is going to win the school's chess tournament this year?" she asked, her tone deceptively casual.
“So, what’s going on between you two?” Divina spit, referring to Enid and Yoko.
The question hung in the air. Enid and Yoko shared a look, one that was filled with a silent conversation of their own, before Enid turned back to Divina.
"It's complicated," Yoko said with a sigh. "But we're just friends."
Divina eyed them both skeptically. What did Yoko mean saying it was complicated? She had been her girlfriend for only a month but she already felt betrayed, in a way.
“Complicated? You two explain now!”
Yoko sighed and leaned back in her seat, While Enid searched the right words. "We used to...see each other," she said, her voice measured. "But that was a long time ago."
Divina's gaze flicked from Enid to Yoko, her eyes narrowing. "And what does that mean?" she asked, her voice tight.
Yoko took a bite of her ice cream, her eyes on Divina. "It means that we had a fling before," she said, her tone nonchalant. "But it's over."
The silence that followed was uncomfortable, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions. Divina studied Yoko for a moment before looking at Enid, her eyes searching for any hint of regret or longing.
“Is it really?” Divina’s voice was a whisper, filled with a vulnerability that tugged at Yoko’s heart. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she couldn’t help the thrill of it, the thrill of knowing she could still stir something in Enid.
“Of course it is! I’m the happiest right now with Wednesday. Me and Yoko are just… best friends now, nothing else.” Enid said convinced.
“If you say so…” said Divina, who was not buying it.
"Why don't we just drop it?" Yoko said, her voice cool. "It's ancient history."
But the history wasn’t ancient enough, not for Divina. She felt like she was in a minefield of unspoken words and hidden emotions. Every time Yoko and Enid exchanged glances, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was missing something, something important.
"It's fine," Divina said with a forced smile. "Let's just enjoy our ice cream."
But the tension remained. As she finished her dessert, Yoko excused herself to the bathroom, leaving Enid, Wednesday and Divina in an awkward silence.
Divina took a deep breath. "Can I talk to you?" she asked Wednesday, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just for a minute?"
Wednesday's eyes narrowed slightly, but she nodded. "Sure," she said, setting her spoon down.
The two of them stepped outside, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stifling tension inside. Divina's eyes searched hers, a mix of curiosity and accusation. "What's really the deal with Yoko and Enid?" she asked, her voice low.
Wednesday's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" she said, playing dumb.
Divina leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You know what I mean," she said, her eyes searching. "I understood the two of them have history before. But what about now? Aren’t you bothered by their interactions?”
Wednesday's gaze didn’t waver. "I trust Enid."
Divina's expression was skeptical. "But do you trust Yoko?" she pressed.
Wednesday paused, considering the question. "Not entirely," she admitted. "But I trust that Enid won't do anything to hurt me."
Divina nodded, though the doubt remained in her eyes. "Okay," she said, her voice tight. "But just...keep an eye on them, yeah?"
Wednesday's expression softened. "I will," she assured her. “But I’m sure there will be no need to.”
Divina nodded, though the tension in her shoulders didn’t ease. “Thanks,” she murmured before heading back inside together.
“Hey Addams, don’t befriend my girlfriend too much.” said Yoko when Wednesday and Divina had come back.
Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” she said, her voice cold as ice.
Yoko took a sip of her milkshake. “You heard me,” she said, her voice casual.
Divina rolled her eyes. “Yoko, come on, we were just talking.”
Yoko’s gaze remained on Wednesday. “I’m sure you were.”
Wednesday’s hand tightened around her spoon, her eyes never leaving Yoko’s. “What’s your problem?” she asked, her voice low and steady.
“Okay, I’ll go to the bathroom this time. I can’t stand this fight.” said Divina, stepping away.
Yoko leaned back. “Oh, no problem at all. I just don’t like the way you look at her, that’s all.”
“You’re not serious, I hope. I don’t look at Divina in any particular way, which we can’t say about you looking at Enid” said Wednesday, frustrated.
Yoko’s eyes flashed with something akin to annoyance. “It’s all fun and games, Addams. Just remember your place.”
Wednesday’s grip on her spoon tightened until her knuckles turned white. “Yeah, my place is with Enid.”
“Is it, though? After all, she’s still my best friend.”
“Is that supposed to mean something?” Wednesday’s voice was cold and even.
Yoko took another sip of her milkshake, seemingly unfazed by the confrontation. “Just that I know her better than you do, and she’ll always come back to me if things don’t work out with you.”
“Oh, that’s enough of you two. You know that’s not true, Yoko. Also, what about Divina? How can you say such things when you have a girlfriend?” Said Enid, exhausted.
Yoko shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. “I’m just stating the obvious, Enid. You know how much we mean to each other. And Wednesday should understand that.”
Wednesday felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of their friendship. It was true that Yoko and Enid had been close for a long time, but she refused to believe that Enid would choose her over her. “Your friendship doesn’t give you the right to interfere in our relationship,” she said firmly.
Enid sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Guys, please. We’re here to have fun, not to argue about who knows me better or who I’ll go back to.”
In that exact moment, Divina came back.
“What’s going on here? You’re still arguing?” she asked, eyeing the two of them.
Wednesday took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions raging within her. “It’s nothing,” she said, her voice tight.
“It’s not nothing,” Divina said, her eyes darting between the two of them. “What’s going on here?”
Wednesday's jaw tightened, but she didn't reply. It was clear that Yoko wasn't going to back down easily, and she didn't want to cause a scene in public. "Let's just drop it," she said, her voice even.
As they walked through the quiet streets, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the stillness, Enid took Wednesday's hand, squeezing it tightly.
Wednesday felt the tension in Enid's grip, her own heart racing at the thought of what could happen if she didn't find a way to put an end to Yoko's interference. But she knew that pushing the issue now would only make things worse. Instead, she squeezed back, offering silent reassurance.
When they finally reached the Addams mansion, Enid turned to face her, her eyes searching. "I'm sorry about all of this," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean for it to get so out of hand."
Wednesday's expression softened, and she leaned in to kiss her gently. "It's not your fault," she murmured, her arms wrapping around Enid's waist. "But I’m sorry for Divina, she deserves to know that Yoko unfortunately really wants you, not her."
Enid's eyes searched hers, and she nodded. "I'll talk to her," she promised, her voice filled with resolve.
The next day, Enid approached Divina during lunch break, her heart heavy with the weight of her confession. She found her sitting alone under a tree, her eyes on the distant horizon. "Hey," she said softly, taking a seat beside her.
Divina looked up, her expression guarded. "Hi," she replied, not quite meeting her eyes.
"Look, I need to tell you something," Enid began, her voice tentative. "It's about Yoko and me."
Divina's eyes searched hers, and she could see the apprehension in them. "I knew it!”.
Enid took a deep breath. "It's not what you think," she said quickly. "Yoko and I were...close before, but that's all in the past. She's just being...difficult."
Divina's expression didn't change. "I know, but… how close?" she asked, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions she was feeling.
Enid took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest. "We dated, yes, but for a short while," she admitted, her eyes never leaving Divina's. "But it didn't work out, and we agreed to just be friends."
Divina's eyes searched hers, looking for any hint of dishonesty. "But she still has feelings for you," she stated, not a question.
Enid sighed, nodding. "It seems so," she said, her voice tight. "But she knows that I’m with Wednesday now, and she promised to respect that."
“But what about me and her?”
Enid felt a pang of guilt. She knew that Divina deserved more than half-truths and evasive answers.
"I don't know," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think she's trying to move on with you, but she's having a hard time letting go of the past."
Divina's eyes searched hers, looking for any sign that Enid was holding back. "What do you think I should do?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
"Talk to her," she said. "Tell her how you feel. Maybe it'll help clear the air."
Divina nodded slowly, taking in the words. She knew Enid was right. Yoko's behavior was confusing, and she had a right to know where she stood in all of this. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for the conversation she knew she needed to have. "Okay," she said finally, standing up. "Thank you, Enid."
As Divina walked away, Enid felt a knot in her stomach. She couldn't help but feel like she was betraying her friend, but she knew that honesty was the only way to move forward. She watched as Divina approached Yoko, who was leaning against a tree, her arms folded over her chest.
The conversation between them was tense, and Enid could see the frustration in Yoko's body language as Divina spoke. But she also saw the sadness in Divina's eyes, the hurt that she knew was all too real.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Divina turned and walked away, leaving Yoko standing there, looking lost. Enid's heart ached for both of them—for Divina, who was caught in the middle of something she didn't understand, and for Yoko, who was fighting a battle she didn't want to win.
Yoko watched her retreating back, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and sadness. Then, she turned to look at Enid, her expression unreadable. "You didn't have to do that," she said, her voice low.
Enid felt a twinge of guilt. "I know," she said, her eyes on the ground. "But she deserves to know the truth."
Yoko took a step closer, her eyes boring into Enid's. "And what truth is that?" she asked, her voice a low growl.
Enid looked up, her gaze steady. "That you still have feelings for me," she said, her voice firm. "That you're not over me, and that it's causing problems for all of us."
Yoko's expression didn't change, but Enid could see the anger flicker in her eyes. "What does it matter?" she said, her voice tight. "You chose Wednesday."
Enid nodded. "I did," she said, her voice firm. "And I'm happy with that choice."
Yoko's eyes narrowed, and she took a step closer. "But what if I can make you happier?" she whispered, her hand reaching out to caress Enid's cheek.
The touch sent a jolt through Enid, and she stepped back, shaking her head. "Don't," she said, her voice firm. "You promised to respect my relationship with Wednesday, and you’re not doing it right now.”
Yoko's hand fell to her side, and she took a step back, the anger in her eyes giving way to something softer, something that made Enid's heart ache. "I know," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don’t want to lose you."
"We already talked about it, you won't lose me," Enid said, taking Yoko's hand in hers. "We're still friends, aren't we?"
Yoko nodded, though the sadness remained. "We are," she said, her eyes never leaving Enid's.
“Good.” Enid said “So what happened with Divina? Are you two… still together?”
Yoko took a deep breath. “I don’t know, she said she needed time to think.”
“Mm-mh, and how do you feel about her?”
Yoko’s gaze drifted away, the sadness in her eyes deepened. “I care for her, a lot. But it’s complicated, you know?”
Enid nodded. "I know," she said, her voice gentle. "But maybe it's time for us all to move forward."
Yoko’s expression was devastated, and Enid couldn’t help but feel sad for how her best friend was feeling.
“Do you want a hug?” She asked.
Yoko nodded, and Enid wrapped her arms around her, holding her tightly. They stood there for a moment, the silence between them speaking volumes about the friendship they once had and the love they could never fully articulate.
As they pulled away, Yoko wiped at her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with unshed tears.
Enid nodded, her own heart heavy with the weight of the situation. "You're welcome," she said, her voice gentle. "Let's just...try to be civil, okay?"
Yoko took a deep breath and nodded. "I'll do my best," she promised.
Over the following days, the tension at school remained palpable. Divina kept her distance from Yoko, the hurt in her eyes clear to anyone who cared to look. Yoko made a point of avoiding the couple, but the occasional glances she stole spoke volumes of her unresolved feelings.
During that days, Divina only talked to Wednesday, who often reassured her, and jealousy was right around the corner for Enid too.
She never thought about being jealous of Wednesday, but it was a bit too much: her girlfriend and Divina were always chatting in class, and she felt like Wednesday was only hers when they were away from Yoko and Divina.
One evening, while studying in her room, Enid heard the door creak open and Wednesday's footsteps on the floorboards. She looked up from her book, expecting to see the usual cold gaze but instead found her girlfriend with a soft smile, holding a cup of tea.
"Thought you could use this," Wednesday said, placing the cup on the desk before taking a seat next to her.
The scent of chamomile filled the room, and Enid couldn't help but feel comforted by the gesture. "Thanks," she murmured, taking a sip. The warmth spread through her, easing some of the tension that had coiled in her stomach.
Wednesday studied her, her expression unreadable. "How are you holding up?" she asked, her voice gentle.
Enid sighed, setting the tea down. "I don't know," she admitted. "everything is just...too much."
“What do you mean?” Wednesday asked, her hand joining one of Enid’s.
Enid took a deep breath, trying to gather her thoughts. "I mean, it's like we're in some kind of twisted love triangle, I mean, square, and I didn't even sign up for it," she said, her voice laced with frustration.
“Square?” Wednesday asked, almost laughing softly.
“Yeah, you know… you and Divina.”
“Me and Divina what?”
“You’re obviously getting closer, and she’s obviously hurt.” Enid said, her voice cracking.
Wednesday's smile was sad. "It's not what it looks like, Enid," she said, squeezing her hand. "I just want to make sure she's okay. She's going through a tough time with Yoko."
"But it feels more than that" Enid said, pulling her hand away. "You guys are actually friends now."
Wednesday’s eyes searched hers. “We are. But that’s it, Enid, I promise. You’re the one I want.”
The conviction in Wednesday’s voice was unmistakable, and Enid felt a wave of relief wash over her. “Okay,” she whispered, leaning into her embrace.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were jealous?”
“Because I’m not!”
The words came out of Enid’s mouth more defensively than she had intended.
“You don’t have to lie to me, Enid.” Wednesday said, stroking her arm soothingly.
“I’m not!” Enid’s voice was shaky, her eyes welling up with tears she hadn’t noticed forming.
Wednesday leaned back, her eyes searching Enid’s. “You don’t have to hide from me, not ever. Jealousy is a natural feeling, it doesn’t make you a bad person.”
Enid took a deep breath, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her chest. "It's just that...I don't like feeling like I'm losing you," she admitted, her voice small.
Wednesday's expression softened. "You're not losing me," she said, her eyes never leaving Enid's. "I'm right here, and you are my girlfriend, not anyone else, and I'll do anything to make you happy." She said, before kissing Enid passionately.
The kiss was filled with reassurance and love, and Enid felt the tension in her chest ease. When they pulled apart, she managed a small smile. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Wednesday wiped the tears from Enid's cheeks, her own eyes filled with understanding. "Don't be," she said. "We're in this together."
Enid nodded, feeling a little bit lighter. "I know," she said, her voice still shaky. "It's just...it's too complicated."
Wednesday took her hand again, her thumb tracing circles on Enid's palm. "We'll figure it out," she assured her. "Together."
The days that followed were a delicate dance of avoidance and forced civility. Yoko made a point of not being alone with Enid, and Divina remained cool towards her. The tension was palpable, and it was all Enid could do to keep the peace. But she knew it was only a matter of time before something gave way.
One rainy afternoon, as the droplets tapped rhythmically against the library windows, Enid found Divina sitting by herself at a table, her head buried in a book. She hesitated, then approached, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from her.
"Hey," Enid said tentatively, her voice barely audible above the patter of rain.
Divina looked up, her eyes red-rimmed from crying. "Hi," she said,
her voice flat.
Enid's heart went out to her. "I'm sorry," she said, reaching out to touch her arm gently. "This whole situation is messed up, and I know I'm part of the problem."
Divina's gaze remained on the table. "It's okay," she said, her voice trembling. "It's just... I don't know what to do."
"About what?" Enid asked softly, her eyes never leaving Divina's.
Divina took a deep breath, her eyes meeting Enid's. "I don’t think I can tell you.”
“Please, I want to help. If there’s something you need, you can tell me."
Divina's eyes searched hers before she finally spoke. "I don't know if I can stay with Yoko”
“I understand, and I'll agree with you whatever you'll do."
"Well, I don't think so." Divina said, looking at the table.
“What do you mean?” Enid’s voice was filled with concern.
Divina took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving Enid’s. “I mean that she’s in love with you, and I can’t compete with that,” she said, her voice shaking. “No matter how much I try, no matter how much she says she cares about me, it’s always going to be you that she wants deep down. But, you know what? I’m used to it now, and despite for the feelings I have for Yoko I think I think I accidentally fell for someone else.”
Enid felt a sudden jolt of anxiety, her heart racing as she processed the words. “Who?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Divina looked up, her eyes meeting Enid’s with a surprising determination. “Wednesday,” she said simply.
Enid felt like she’d been punched in the gut. She didn’t know what to say, her mind racing with the implications of Divina’s confession. The silence stretched between them, as thick as the rain outside.
Finally, she found her voice. “Divina, I-I had no idea,” she stuttered.
“It’s alright, I know it’s complicated,” Divina said with a sad smile. “And don’t worry, I know you two are together and I won’t interfere in your relationship. Also, I don’t really know how I feel about Wednesday or Yoko. It feels like I’m in love with two people at the same time, but it can’t be, right?”
Enid’s heart was racing, but she knew she had to stay calm for Divina’s sake. She took a deep breath, trying to organize her thoughts. "You can't help who you fall for," she said finally, her voice gentle.
"I know," Divina whispered, looking away again.
The room was quiet except for the rain and the distant murmur of students passing by. Enid felt a heavy weight in her chest. "What do you want to do?" she asked, her voice soft.
Divina shrugged, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I don't know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think."
Enid nodded, understanding the turmoil her friend was going through. "Take all the time you need," she said, her heart heavy.
That evening, as they sat together in the living room of the Addams mansion kissing, Enid couldn’t enjoy it because of the loud thoughts she was having.
Finally, she stopped the kiss, took a deep breath and started. "Wednesday," she began, her voice shaky. "I need to tell you something."
Wednesday looked at her, a puzzled expression crossing her face. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Divina," Enid said, her voice barely above a whisper. "She...she told me she's in love with you."
Wednesday pulled back, her eyes wide. "What?" she asked, incredulous.
Enid nodded, her eyes downcast. "Yeah, she told me today," she said, her voice trembling. "And I didn't know how to react. I mean, she's my friend, and I don't want to hurt her, but she's...she's in love with you."
Wednesday's expression was a mix of shock and confusion. "What did you say to her?" she asked, her voice tight.
"I didn't say anything," Enid said quickly. "I just...I didn't know what to say. She was so upset, and I didn't want to make things worse."
“I didn’t know. I don’t want her to think she has chances with me.”
"I know," Enid said, her voice small. "But it's out there now, and we can't just ignore it."
Wednesday took a deep breath, her mind racing. "We'll talk to her," she said finally, her voice firm. "Clear the air, tell her that we're happy together and that she deserves someone who loves her just as much
."
The following day, after school, they approached Divina, who was standing under an umbrella, her eyes downcast. "Hey," Enid called out, her voice tentative.
Divina looked up and took a deep breath, bracing herself. "Hey," she replied, her voice barely audible.
"I need to talk to you" Wednesday said, her tone firm but gentle.
Divina nodded, her grip on her umbrella tightening. They walked to a quiet spot away from the bustling schoolyard, the rain creating a curtain around them.
"I know what you said to Enid," Wednesday began, her voice clear and unwavering. "And I want to tell you that I appreciate your honesty. But I need you to understand that my heart is with Enid, and that's not going to change."
Divina nodded, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I know," she whispered. “I just had to tell someone."
"I understand," Enid said, taking a step closer. "But you need to know that it won't change anything between us."
Divina's gaze darted between the two of them, the sadness in her eyes reflecting the rain that fell around them. "I know," she said, her voice cracking. "It's just..."
"What?" Enid prompted gently.
“I only fall for people who I shouldn’t fall for”
Wednesday and Enid shared a concerned look before Enid spoke up. "It's okay, Divina," she said, her voice soothing. "But yeah, maybe it's time for you to find someone who feels the same way about you."
Divina looked up, her eyes searching their faces for any hint of a lie. "But who?" she asked, her voice small.
“Hey” Yoko popped up. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you were all talking and I heard something. Divina, I’m doing my best to get over Enid for you and for her, and it’s working. See, I’m not talking to her that much, I’m never alone with her…” She started, hopefully. “I’m just trying to tell you that I care about you and I have feelings for you. So, if you still have the littlest feeling for me, I’ll be right here waiting for you.”
The rain was so intense it was like someone was playing a drum solo on the roof. They all stood there, looking at each other, the silence was deafening.
"Yoko," Divina said finally, her voice shaking. "I don't know what to say. Of course I still have feelings for you, I’m just… confused. I don’t know if I really like Wednesday or I thought so just because we were getting really close and she was helping me. So yes, I’d like to try again with you, but I need my time.”
Yoko nodded, the hope in her eyes flickering. "Okay," she said, her voice gentle. "Take all the time you need."
The tension in the air was palpable as the three of them stood there, the rain a backdrop to their conversation. "So," Enid said, her voice breaking the silence. "Does this mean you guys are back together?"
Divina's eyes searched Yoko's, and she nodded slowly. "It means we're going to try," she said, her voice tentative. "But I need to figure out what I truly feel before we can move forward."
Yoko took a step closer, reaching out to take Divina's hand. "I understand," she said, her voice filled with relief. "And I'm sorry for everything. I'll be patient."
“Okay, so, no more double dates.” Said Wednesday, making everybody else laugh.
“I think we can all agree on that one.” Enid said.
The four of them shared a small, awkward laugh, the tension of the situation momentarily lifted by the absurdity of their situation.
"So, are we all okay?" Enid asked, looking at each of them in turn.
Divina took a deep breath. "I think so," she said, her eyes still on the ground. "I just...I need some space."
"We both do," Yoko agreed, her grip on Divina's hand tightening slightly.
Enid nodded, her expression serious. "We understand" she said. "But know that we're here for you, both of you, no matter what happens."
Wednesday wrapped her arm around Enid's waist, a silent show of support. "Let's go home," she said, her voice gentle, and they stepped away, hugging under the umbrella.
The walk home was quiet, the rain a comforting background noise as they processed the conversation. Enid couldn't help but feel a sense of relief, despite the new layer of complexity in their already tangled web of relationships.
Once they were inside the mansion, Wednesday turned to her, her eyes searching. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.
Enid nodded, trying to put on a brave face. "I will be," she said, though her voice was shaky. "It's just a lot to take in."
Wednesday pulled her into a warm embrace, and decided to take a more humorous approach to make her girlfriend laugh.
“Well, it’s not our fault if any girl Yoko falls for is in love with me.”
The attempt to lighten the mood worked, and Enid chuckled, burying her face in Wednesday’s shoulder. "You're so full of yourself," she said, her voice muffled by the fabric, “But it’s quite the contrary: anyone Divina likes turns out to love me.”
Wednesday smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's because you're irresistible," she whispered, her breath tickling Enid's ear, sign that she wanted something more.
Enid pulled away, rolling her eyes but smiling despite herself. "You're terrible," she said, though the warmth in her voice belied her words.
Wednesday leaned in, her lips brushing against Enid's ear. "But you love me for it," she murmured, her hand caressing Enid's cheek.
The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down Enid's spine, and she couldn't help but lean into it. "Maybe," she teased, her voice a whisper.
Wednesday's smirk grew into a full-blown grin, and she leaned in closer. "Maybe?" she echoed, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Okay, okay, I do," Enid conceded, blushing.
Wednesday's smile grew, and she kissed Enid, soft and lingering, leaving her breathless. When they parted, Enid's eyes searched Wednesday's, finding the same love and reassurance she had been craving all week.
"Let's just focus on us, okay?" Wednesday said, her thumb tracing Enid's lower lip. "The rest will sort itself out."
Enid nodded, her eyes searching Wednesday's for any doubt. "Yeah" she murmured, feeling the weight of the situation lifting slightly.