The sun hung lazily over Nevermore Academy, a soft winter breeze ruffling the evergreen trees that bordered the sprawling campus. Students from every corner of the academy were scattered across the courtyard, laughing, cheering, and celebrating the annual intramural games—a tradition that never failed to bring out the best and most bizarre in the students.
Enid Sinclair, her brightly colored sweater matching her infectious smile, was in high spirits. She loved the intramurals. Whether it was competing in various games or simply observing the antics of her fellow students, there was something about the day that brought her joy. The air was electric, filled with excitement and energy, just the way she liked it.
Beside her, Wednesday Addams walked in her usual, deadpan manner, her face as unreadable as ever. The two were an unlikely pair, but over time, they had developed a strange, unspoken understanding. Enid’s bubbly personality and Wednesday’s cold demeanor were like fire and ice, yet somehow, they complemented each other perfectly.
"So, what's up next?" Enid asked, bouncing on her heels as they strolled toward the various event booths.
Wednesday didn’t answer immediately, her sharp gaze scanning the crowd. "Whatever it is, I hope it’s not something Yoko has planned."
Enid raised an eyebrow. "Yoko? What’s she up to now?"
Before Wednesday could respond, a familiar voice broke through the noise of the crowd.
“Enid! Wednesday! Over here!” Yoko's high-pitched voice was unmistakable. The tall, fiery-haired girl waved enthusiastically from across the courtyard, her hands animatedly gesturing toward them.
Enid immediately brightened. "Hey, Yoko!" she called, waving back.
Wednesday sighed but didn’t say anything, her eyes narrowing as she followed Enid toward Yoko’s booth. As they got closer, Yoko’s mischievous grin became more evident, her eyes gleaming with something… unexpected.
“What are you up to, Yoko?” Wednesday asked suspiciously, her voice low and cautious.
Yoko, far too pleased with herself, smiled widely. “You two are the perfect candidates for my next big event!”
Before either of them could respond, something strange happened. In an instant, a cloth was thrown over their heads. Enid’s startled yelp was muffled by the fabric, and her hands instinctively flew up to remove it. But it was too late. Strong hands gripped their arms, pulling them in different directions.
“Yoko!” Enid cried, her voice panicked, but muffled by the blindfold. “What’s going on?”
Wednesday, ever the calm one, barely flinched. “Let us go,” she said coldly, her voice unwavering. “This is foolishness.”
But Yoko wasn’t listening. Instead, she laughed, her voice light and carefree. “Oh, trust me, you’ll love this!” she said. "A wedding booth. It'll be so much fun!"
Enid could barely process the situation. The blindfolds were securely tied, and she was being pulled somewhere. She felt the chill of the winter air and the uneven ground beneath her feet. They were moving, and there was no escape.
“Yoko, I swear—” Enid started, but was interrupted as she and Wednesday were roughly guided into a tent, their hands tied tightly to chairs. The sound of light music played in the background, and faint whispers from the crowd could be heard, like a buzz of excitement.
The blindfolds were removed, and both Enid and Wednesday blinked in the sudden light, eyes adjusting to the strange scene in front of them. They were sitting at the front of a small wedding booth, complete with fake flowers, an archway, and a huge banner reading: “WEDDING OF THE CENTURY: ENID AND WEDNESDAY!”
“What is this?” Enid exclaimed, her voice a mix of confusion and amusement.
“Welcome, my lovely brides!” Yoko said with dramatic flair, her arms spread wide as though presenting a grand prize. “You two are going to be the stars of the ceremony!”
Enid stared at her in shock. "Stars of what ceremony? Yoko, this is—"
“Quiet,” Yoko said, cutting her off. “You’re both going to get married. I’ve already prepared everything.”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow. "We’re what?"
"You heard me!" Yoko grinned wider, her hands quickly pulling out a stack of papers. "Here are the vows, the rings, and everything you'll need to make it official!" She handed a small, ornate box to Enid and another to Wednesday, filled with rings. “No one gets to leave until the vows are exchanged, and the ceremony is complete.”
Enid, her brain still processing, glanced at Wednesday. The dark-haired girl just sat there, staring ahead with her usual unbothered expression.
“Yoko, you can't be serious," Enid said, her voice rising. "This is ridiculous. We’re not—”
Yoko held up her hands. "Too late! You’re already here, and I’m not letting you go until the ceremony is over! You have to recite your vows and do the whole thing. If you don’t, you’ll be stuck here forever!"
She giggled as she waved toward the crowd, who were all gathered in the background, eagerly watching the spectacle unfold.
“Yoko, this is insane,” Wednesday muttered, her voice flat, though she was undeniably intrigued by the ridiculousness of the situation.
Enid, on the other hand, was still processing. "But we’re not even—"
“I’m not taking no for an answer,” Yoko said with a wicked grin, then turned to the crowd. “The ceremony starts now!”
Yoko, her hands trembling with excitement, glanced back and forth between the two girls. "Alright, let’s get this show on the road!" she announced with a clap. "Vows time! Time to make it official!"
Enid grinned mischievously at Wednesday, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of confusion and amusement. "I can’t believe you’re making me do this, Yoko," she muttered, then, turning to Wednesday, she whispered, "Let’s just get this over with."
Wednesday didn’t react. She was already staring ahead, her face as cold as ever, her lips tight in an emotionless line. "Let’s just finish this farce," she said, her voice deadpan and almost annoyed.
Yoko, ignoring the growing tension between the two, handed each of them a paper with their vows written on it. "These are the vows I wrote for you two," she said proudly, practically beaming. "I put a lot of thought into them, so you better take them seriously!"
Enid peeked down at her sheet, her eyes scanning the words as she snickered to herself. "Oh, this is gonna be fun," she muttered under her breath.
Wednesday, on the other hand, just held her vows without a single change in expression. She glanced down at the paper but didn’t seem particularly moved by the words. "This is a waste of time," she muttered, but with her usual cold tone.
Yoko, not even waiting for a response, cleared her throat dramatically. "Okay, okay! Who’s going first?"
Enid raised her hand and jumped in, her voice high-pitched and exaggerated. "I, Enid Sinclair, vow to always leave my glitter everywhere you go. I vow to inflict endless amounts of noise and chaos on your life. I promise to annoy you at every possible opportunity, especially when you're trying to read or do anything that requires peace and quiet. I will make sure that every time you sit down, you’ll find a surprise glitter bomb waiting for you."
The crowd laughed, and even Yoko couldn’t hold back a small giggle.
Wednesday, unimpressed, deadpanned, "You’re already doing that, and it’s only been five minutes."
Enid grinned at her. "Hey, I’m just getting started."
"Don’t worry," Wednesday responded with a cold smile, "I vow to ensure that your excessive energy will be crushed every time you attempt to annoy me. I will disarm your pranks with the precision of a guillotine. I’ll dismantle your attempts at noise with the ruthless efficiency of a wolverine on caffeine. The next time you try to ruin my bookshelves with your 'surprises,' I'll make sure it’s the last time you touch anything in my collection."
Enid gasped in mock horror, pretending to be terrified. "Oh no, not the books! Anything but the books!" She placed a hand dramatically over her heart, pretending to faint. "I’m so scared, Wednesday!"
The crowd couldn’t stop laughing, and Yoko was absolutely in stitches at the absurdity of it all.
Enid recovered and took a more serious tone, though still laced with sarcasm. "Alright, alright, I'll make sure to never touch your precious books again. I vow to also make sure that every single breakfast, lunch, and dinner you have will be infiltrated by my attempts to get you to eat something sweet. I will fight you every step of the way, armed with sugary desserts until you can no longer resist."
Wednesday’s eyes narrowed as she leaned forward slightly, speaking with an eerie calmness that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who dared to listen. "I vow to make your life a living nightmare if you ever try to force-feed me your vile confections. You will regret it. The next time you bring a piece of pie into my room, I will shove it into your face so hard that you’ll never look at a sugar-coated dessert the same way again."
Enid gasped in mock offense. "Whoa! Aggressive much? I didn’t know you had it in you, Weds."
"Oh, I have plenty more where that came from," Wednesday said, her voice dropping lower, more menacing now. "I vow to never let you enjoy a peaceful moment. I will break your dreams of uninterrupted happiness with each passing day, until you begin questioning the meaning of peace itself."
Enid blinked and then burst into laughter. "Okay, okay! You win. That’s a pretty good one. But I’ll make sure you regret that, too!"
She leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees as she gave Wednesday a smirk that was equal parts playful and defiant. "And I promise that no matter how many times you try to end my 'incessant cheerfulness,' I will be there to annoy you. I will be your personal sunshine in the darkest of days. My presence will be the reminder that no matter how much you scowl, there will always be someone happy to bother you."
The audience gasped at the exchange, the tension in the air palpable, but all eyes were on Wednesday now, awaiting her response. Enid had successfully managed to push her buttons.
Wednesday stood up from her chair, giving the audience a look that made them immediately fall silent. "You don’t want to test me further, Enid. You have no idea what I’m capable of. I vow to haunt you, not just physically but mentally, until the day you truly regret pushing me to my limits. I will wait until you’re least expecting it, and then I will ruin every moment of peace you have. I will make you believe your cheerful, obnoxious attitude is the most exhausting thing in the world." She leaned in close, her voice a dangerous whisper, “And if you ever, ever cross me again, I’ll make sure that next time, it’s not just your desserts that get ruined. I’ll ensure you get a permanent reminder of this moment.”
Enid’s eyes widened in mock fear, and she placed both hands on her cheeks in exaggerated terror. "Whoa, are you threatening me? Okay, okay, I’ll stop with the sweets! I swear! Just don’t do anything drastic!"
But Wednesday wasn’t done yet. She narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into a thin, menacing smile.
“You think this is a threat? No. This is a promise.”
Yoko, unable to contain her excitement, threw up her hands. "Alright, alright, I can’t take it anymore!
This is the best vow exchange ever! You two are a riot! Now, time for the rings!”
As Yoko handed them the rings, she was practically glowing with joy. Enid, still processing Wednesday’s aggressively dramatic vows, leaned over to her.
“Do you really think you’ll haunt me, Wednesday?” Enid whispered with a smirk. “Because I’m pretty sure I’ll just keep annoying you until you can’t stand it.”
Wednesday’s response was immediate and cold. “Keep talking, Enid. I’ll make sure that the next time you open your mouth, it’s to apologize.”
Enid took a deep breath, holding up the ring to Wednesday. “I swear, this is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever done,” she muttered to herself, though her grin was still wide. She slid the ring onto Wednesday’s finger with exaggerated care. “But hey, here’s a token of my undying annoyance. You’ll wear this as a reminder of how much I will never leave you alone.”
Wednesday’s dark eyes glinted as she glanced down at the ring on her finger. She barely reacted, her impassive expression unchanged. “Wonderful,” she deadpanned, not even bothering to make a joke in return.
Then, it was Wednesday’s turn. She took the ring in her hand, holding it up with all the solemnity of a judge passing a sentence. “And I,” she began, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “place this ring on your finger as a reminder that no matter how much you annoy me, no matter how many pranks you pull, I will always be there. To crush your spirit.”
She slid the ring onto Enid’s finger with a firm motion, her grip slightly tighter than necessary. The gesture, though gentle on the surface, held an unmistakable intensity.
“Nice,” Enid said with a smirk, unable to hide the way her lips curled upward. "I’ll take that as a compliment, I think?"
Wednesday looked at her with a deadpan expression, leaning in as she whispered, “It’s not a compliment. It’s a warning.”
Enid gave her a dramatic look of shock. “Oooh, I’m scared. Look at that intensity! You’re so tough, Wednesday. Really, you are.” She paused, turning toward Yoko with mock pleading. “Can we skip the rest of this and just go get coffee or something?”
Yoko, who had been watching the whole exchange with wide eyes and an enormous grin, clapped her hands together. “Okay, okay! But the most important part is coming up! It’s time for… the kiss!”
Enid froze, her eyes widening as she turned to Wednesday. “Wait, what? We’re really—?”
Before she could finish, Yoko stepped in again, her voice practically giddy. “Yep! The kiss is the big finale. You can’t back out now!”
Wednesday narrowed her eyes, a glare so sharp it could slice through steel. “This is stupid. You want us to kiss? In front of all these people?”
"Yes!" Yoko said with unrelenting enthusiasm. "Just one kiss! That’s the grand finale of the ceremony! It’s tradition!"
Enid, visibly panicking, turned to Wednesday. “I think I’m going to die of embarrassment. I swear, if you don’t want to do this, I’m more than happy to just… skip it. Or, y'know, maybe a high five?”
But Wednesday wasn’t about to back down. She scoffed. “You’re the one who agreed to this mess. If you want to kiss, fine. But don’t expect me to make it pleasant.”
Enid’s heart skipped a beat. “You’ve gotta be kidding me…”
“Are you two ready for the kiss?” Yoko chirped, her excitement bordering on manic.
There was an uncomfortable pause.
Enid looked like she was going to burst into giggles any second, and Wednesday... well, Wednesday was never going to be the one to initiate any kind of display of affection—at least not willingly.
“Alright,” Yoko pressed, “Three… two… one… kiss!”
Enid leaned forward, preparing herself for the awkwardness that was about to follow. Her lips puckered, but before anything could happen, she suddenly stopped.
“No,” she said with a grin, looking at Wednesday. “I refuse. This is ridiculous.”
Wednesday raised an eyebrow, her expression unchanged. “You think I’m going to kiss you on the lips in front of a crowd? How quaint,” she muttered dryly. “I’d rather eat a dozen poison-tipped arrows.”
The tension was palpable.
And then, just as the crowd started to murmur with laughter, Enid leaned forward with a bright grin and planted a quick, exaggerated kiss on Wednesday’s cheek. The noise from the audience was almost deafening, and Enid, seeing that this might be as good as it was going to get, pulled back dramatically, pretending to be out of breath.
“There. I kissed you,” Enid said, clearly trying to hide the nervousness behind her exaggerated tone. "Was that good enough, Yoko?"
But Yoko wasn’t satisfied. “You didn’t really kiss her, though! You’ve gotta do it properly! Now, Wednesday, your turn!”
Wednesday’s eyes darkened, and her lips pressed into a tight line as she turned her gaze to Enid. “I swear, Yoko, if you even think about making me do this again—”
Enid, seeing the tension rising, leaned toward Wednesday with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “C’mon, Weds. Just do it. It’s not like we’re gonna kiss like this every day, right?”
There was a long pause, where Wednesday’s gaze locked onto Enid’s for a moment. Then, in one swift, surprising motion, she leaned forward and kissed Enid—not on the lips, but gently on the forehead. It was a soft, unexpected gesture, one that sent a shockwave of surprise through the crowd and left Enid completely speechless.
The room was completely still for a moment. Enid was blinking rapidly, her face turning bright red as she tried to process what had just happened.
“Wait… What?” Enid finally stammered, her voice caught between flustered and confused. “Did you just kiss me on the forehead?”
Wednesday leaned back, giving her a sharp glance. “Shut up.”
Enid’s heart was pounding in her chest. She had always expected Wednesday to be cold and distant, but this? This was... different. Unexpected. In a way, it felt real. The crowd, of course, was still trying to catch their breath after the chaotic exchange, but it was clear something significant had just happened between the two of them.
Enid didn’t know what to say. She just sat there, frozen in place, her face a deep shade of red. She could feel her heart pounding louder in her ears.
Yoko, still enthusiastically cheering, took a deep breath and exhaled dramatically. “That’s it! You did it! The ceremony is complete! You’re officially wed in the eyes of Nevermore intramurals!” She quickly grabbed a thumb-marked certificate from the table, holding it out proudly to both of them. “Congratulations! Now, for your official wedding certificate!”
Enid blinked, still processing the kiss. "Uh... this is insane."
But before she could say more, Yoko handed both girls a polaroid photo of them during the "ceremony" and grinned. “And don’t forget, here’s your wedding keepsake! A photo to commemorate the day you two officially tied the knot in Nevermore’s most chaotic wedding!”
Enid took the photo from Yoko, still in a daze. The image captured the absurdity of the whole thing: Enid and Wednesday sitting there, rings on their fingers, looking as awkward as could be. Despite the chaos, Enid couldn’t help but laugh at how utterly ridiculous everything was.
Meanwhile, Wednesday stood up, her expression as emotionless as ever, but there was an unmistakable glint in her eyes. She glanced at Yoko, who was standing next to the jail booth with a grin on her face.
“That’s it,” Wednesday said, her voice low and deadly calm. “You’ve ruined my life with this absurd charade. Now, it’s my turn.”
Before Yoko could protest, Wednesday quickly turned and pushed her into the nearby jail booth with remarkable force. “You get to stay here until I’m finished.”
The crowd erupted in laughter and applause as Yoko found herself locked in the booth, much to her shock and dismay. “Hey! Wait a second! This wasn’t the deal!” she protested, but it was no use. The door was shut, and she was left to stew in her own embarrassment.
Enid, finally pulling herself together, looked at Wednesday with a soft smile. “You know, that wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”
Wednesday gave her a glance, her expression still as cold as ever, but her lips twitched upward slightly. “Don’t get used to it, Sinclair. I’m only tolerating you because it’s inconvenient to do anything else.”
But Enid knew something had shifted. There was a small, secret connection between them now, one that went beyond all the pranks, teasing, and banter.