Enid Sinclair had always been the bright spot in Wednesday Addams' dark life. Friends since middle school, they were an odd pair—Enid, with her colorful outfits and bubbly personality, and Wednesday, the master of deadpan humor and macabre interests. While Enid thrived in vibrant social settings, Wednesday preferred the quiet embrace of shadows, but somehow they complemented each other perfectly.
As they navigated their first year at Nevermore Academy, their friendship took on a new dynamic. Enid became aware that her feelings for Wednesday were deepening beyond friendship, but the notion was confusing. They often found themselves exchanging lingering glances, and there were moments when their hands would unintentionally brush against one another—heart-stopping seconds that left both of them feeling more awkward than usual.
One sunny afternoon, Enid sat on a bench outside the school's greenhouse, waiting for Wednesday, who was running late, as usual. The chill in the air didn’t bother her. Instead, she was lost in thought about her newfound feelings when a certain Yoko Tanaka appeared, weaving her way through the crowd with an aura of cool confidence. They’d met in passing, but Enid found her captivating. Yoko was edgy and stylish, perfect in a way that collided with Enid's bubbly essence.
“Hey, Enid!” Yoko called, snapping her out of her reverie. “How about grabbing coffee later?”
Enid’s heart raced. “Sure! I'd love that!”
And just like that, the stakes of her friendship with Wednesday began to shift.
As the weeks passed, Enid found herself diving deeper into her budding romance with Yoko. Each date was thrilling, yet every compliment and affectionate gaze shared with Yoko sparked an unexpected pang of jealousy within Wednesday. She noticed herself awkwardly fidgeting, her dark eyes narrowing whenever Enid and Yoko shared a laugh.
“I didn’t know you were a fan of stinky vampires,” Wednesday quipped one day when she caught them together, her tone as biting as ever.
Enid laughed it off, but Wednesday’s feelings were brewing beneath a mask of indifference. Why did Enid seem so much happier with Yoko? What did she have that Wednesday didn’t?
Parents’ weekend approached, and Enid's parents were eager to meet Yoko. Their idealistic vision of the perfect girlfriend for their daughter was perfectly summed up in Yoko—a charming, wealthy girl with a family to match. When the Sinclair family finally met Yoko, it was everything Enid could have hoped for. They adored Yoko's family and praised her accomplishments.
Conversely, when they met Wednesday, things turned awkward. Enid’s parents exchanged glances filled with disapproval, unwilling to accept her as more than an oddity, a dark cloud that hovered over their daughter’s bright future.
“Why don’t you get along with nicer people, dear?” Enid's mother coaxed, casting a pointed look at Wednesday.
“Nice is overrated,” Wednesday replied coolly, slashing through the small talk with her signature charm. But as the Sinclairs fawned over Yoko, Enid felt a gnawing discomfort in the pit of her stomach.
Their friendship persisted between moments of uncomfortable tension. When Enid bolted toward Yoko with laughter, Wednesday would find herself silently brooding, realizing just how much she missed their peculiar bond. But the more they spent time apart, the more Enid’s confusion about her feelings deepened.
One late night after a dinner with their parents, Enid found herself alone in the courtyard with Wednesday. The stars twinkled overhead, and the moon illuminated everything in ghostly hues.
“Why do you hang around me, Wednesday?” Enid asked, breaking the silence.
“Why not?” Wednesday countered, but her voice lacked conviction.
“It's just… You don’t seem to like me very much these days,” Enid continued, vulnerability creeping into her tone.
“I don’t dislike you, Enid. I dislike everything else,” Wednesday admitted, the weight of her emotions barely concealed. A moment passed where their eyes locked, tension electrifying the air between them.
“I miss you,” Enid said softly, only to realize her feelings were spilling over. “I think I might—”
“—Love me?” Wednesday concluded, her face betraying nothing, but her heart raced with hope.
“I don’t know,” Enid exclaimed, frustration taking over as tears formed in her eyes. “I love Yoko and my family loves her, but I can’t deny that I—”
Before she could finish, Wednesday stepped closer, her breath hitching. “Then figure it out.”
With the impending realization looming over her, Enid embarked on a personal journey to untangle her feelings. She respected Yoko, but was always drawn to Wednesday’s darkness.
On a particularly chilly evening, she gathered her courage and confronted her parents about their thoughts on Wednesday. “You don’t understand her. She’s my friend!” Enid declared, determination in her eyes.
“Sweetheart, she’s not the right influence,” her father replied gently but firmly. “That girl is trouble.”
“But I want to be friends with her. I… I think I love her.” The words tasted salty as they spilled out, leaving her parents stunned.
Ultimately, Enid was faced with an agonizing decision: Yoko, who represented the future her parents envisioned, or Wednesday, who held the key to her heart, shadows and all.
On the day of the Spring Fling dance, everything came to a head. Enid felt torn, dressed to impress in a vibrant outfit, juxtaposed against Wednesday’s traditional black attire. As Enid danced with Yoko, her eyes kept straying to Wednesday, who stood at the edge of the room with an inscrutable expression.
Eventually, Enid approached Wednesday, the thrill of dancing replaced with the weight of emotions. “We need to talk,” she declared, heart pounding in her chest.
Without a word, Wednesday followed her to a secluded corner of the hall. All Enid could do was speak the truth. “I can’t pretend anymore. I love you, Wednesday.”
Wednesday’s eyes widened slightly, though her stoic demeanor remained. “I thought you were happy with Yoko.”
“I thought so too, but you’re the one I want,” Enid confessed, her voice trembling.
In that moment, Wednesday stepped closer, her fingers brushing against Enid’s. “Be certain about what you want, Enid. You can’t go back.”
“I am,” Enid declared, finally meeting Wednesday's gaze with courage.
Awkwardness melted away, and the shadows around them softened as they held hands—a simple, powerful action that spoke volumes of their connection. As the dance faded around them, Enid knew she had picked her path, entwined with the darkness she loved so dearly.
Ultimately, friendship found a new definition, and love bloomed in the most unexpected of places