Friday felt like as good a day as any to build up the courage to ask out Wednesday Addams, maybe because it was the end of the week and Enid could run away if needed, but something just felt good about Friday. Call it fate, call it building expectations, but Enid was ready to bite the bullet and take the plunge.
"You got this, Sinclair! You got this, go ask her out!"
Yoko was rubbing her shoulders, like she were about to enter a boxing ring, eager like a coach, proud like a friend that she was finally able to ask out the scariest girl in school.
"Yeah, this'll be fine!"
Yoko tapped her shoulders twice more.
"You know where she is?"
Enid quickly looked at her watch.
"Ok, it's five past, so she should be headed to lunch from History!"
Yoko clicked her fingers three times, nodding along at the almost impressive levels of stalking her best friend had developed.
"Love it, love you, never change. Now, go find the scary girl!"
Enid marched off before clocking what Yoko had said, but decided she owed her a head slap later. She got to the hall between her history class and the quad, but Wednesday was nowhere to be seen. Taking a sniff, Enid caught her trail and quietly readied herself, before following it.
You got this, Enid!
She followed the path Wednesday had taken, only being mildly concerned when she had to vault out of a window in her pursuit. There was a second scent that joined hers, and Enid recognised it immediately as Myra Jenkins.
Myra was a confident werewolf, one of the popular girls who saw herself as something of an it girl. She made Enid uncomfortable, there was a stare about her that caused a fight or flight response in her, which tended to lead to flight.
Normally to Wednesday.
It was an unspoken rule of the school; if you ever needed protection, no matter how much she loathed it, Wednesday would be their light in the dark. The amount of times Enid had been sat with Wednesday at lunch; only to have a first year crash into their bench, begging for help, which Wednesday would initially refuse to offer, up until the threat arrived, was scarily common.
Now with more concern in her head as to why Wednesday would be pursuing the werewolf (considering Myra was a pureblood radical wannabe, claiming herself to be alpha even though the title meant little to nothing in modern packs), realizing with a start the list could be endless.
Enid speeds up, coming around the corner of the school building and along the wall to find her friend, throat bursting with her name as she rounds the final corner, knowing she will find her and-
"Wednes-!"
Kissing. She's kissing Myra Jenkins. There's no other explanation for it. Her hand is up, cupping her face probably, and they're so close to one another-
Wednesday only lets me touch her…
The small goth pushed Myra against the wall, other hand resting on her waist, their faces covered by her hair-
… She used to.
Enid choked on a sob, her heart being torn to shreds as Wednesday turned around, a flash of silver between them.
"Enid?"
Her eyes were wide, Enid shook her head and turned, sprinting to the woods.
"Enid!"
To hear her tell was a surprise, but for once, Enid ran away from Wednesday.
Three Minutes Prior
Myra Jenkins was a detestable creature. She ran her mouth and spoke out of her ass half of the time, incoherent nonsense driving any with brain cells to levels of insanity. Pureblood paraphernalia and outdated slurs. Wednesday didn't care about her presence at all, until she started talking about Enid, coincidentally right when the scary girl had walked past to overhear.
Myra was bragging to her friends, about the weak wolf, how she saw the scars as gross, that she was pathetic for only shifting twice, alongside other lewd comments making Wednesday's skin crawl and her throat itch. The Addams would have moved on, if not for the next thing she said.
"Then again, considering she hasn't been claimed, maybe I'll take her as my mate. I'm sure being connected to the Sinclair Clan wouldn't hurt."
Her friends laughed, sneers in their voices, visible through sound alone.
"Isn't she with Addams?" One asks, Wednesday doesn't care who, what they meant, or that they hadn't seen her coming.
"So what? Even if they are, she hasn't marked or claimed her, so she's free for pickings, if you ask me!"
Now, that? That made Wednesday angry, a feeling so rare to her, usually content to settle with annoyance, that she can blame her response entirely on that shock to her system alone. Myra was laughing obnoxiously to her own comment when Wednesday approached. She used the werewolf's position of leaning against the open window against her.
"Addams?"
Wednesday made sure she knew how much danger she was in with just a look, before she used her palm and pushed her out of the window. Her friends gasped, took a step closer, but were also paralyzed by her stare.
"Leave." She commanded, and they listened. Good dogs. She thought, before jumping from the window and landing much more elegantly than the scrambling wolf.
"S-stay the hell away from me!" She yelped, crawling backwards before rushing from the floor to stand. Wednesday reached into her jacket.
"I just want to talk , Myra."
Wednesday absolutely didn't want to just talk , the pure silver blade in her hand making the wolf shiver with fear.
"Fuck off!" She yelped, finally standing and running with all her might. She didn't make it far, totally unaware as to how a hand of all things had appeared and managed to drag her to the ground. She screamed as the hand became more aggressive, being cut off as Wednesday grabbed her by the school tie and pulled her up, slamming her against the wall and moving her hand to her throat, squeezing enough to be a threat, but not to kill, yet anyway.
"Wha- what did I do?" She wheezed, and Wednesday squeezed tighter, leaning a little closer so she could taste the venom in her words.
"You dare speak of Enid in anything less than a positive manner, is what you did. That right belongs only to me."
A claw lunged for her midsection, freezing as a silver dagger appeared between her fingers, repelling her skin away as she pressed with intent to gut the wolf.
"I don't know what-"
"You know exactly what I am talking about." Wednesday hissed, jaw set in pure rage.
"Enid is not something to be owned for your own agenda. She is a person, much better than the likes of you. If I hear that you've so much as looked at her?"
The knife pressed closer, carving away clothes and almost cutting skin.
"You get the idea." Wednesday promised, with her hand around her throat and knife aimed at her gut, Myra believed her.
"Okay- but can you just admit something to me?"
She must be feeling brave, Wednesday thought with dark ambitions blossoming in her mind.
"Do ask."
Myra swallowed around the grip and tried to shrug, failing spectacularly.
"How long have you had feelings for Enid?"
Like ice had shot through her brain and pulped her prefrontal cortex, Wednesday froze with no words coming to mind.
It makes sense, a voice sounding annoyingly familiar to her mother whispered in her mind. You care about her more than any other. She drives you to emotion, rage and joy, not to forget protection. Only you can harm her, and you know you never will. You are a smart girl, you know what this means.
She blinks slowly.
"Oh for Hel's sake…" she cursed, " you made me realize? You ? Death… come for me."
She bowed her head in pure distress at the truth she had pulled from deep within Wednesday's own mind, knife dangerously close to pushing past weak skin if she so much as fl in flinched, which is when it happened.
A sob cuts through them, and Wednesday snaps her head around to find Enid, tears streaming from her eyes, staring at her with an emotion so pure and angry it makes her ache.
No… this- say something!
"Enid?"
More than that!
Her roommate turned and ran, straight for the woods.
"Enid!"
Myra laughed quietly as the hand on her throat relaxed slightly.
"Good luck catching her now- agh, fuck!"
She held her broken nose as Wednesday rushed after the retreating wolf.
Enid tried to be more grown up than her years, but the truth was she is just a teenager. Emotional, confused, stressed and embarrassed to find out she had been yearning for her roommate the entire time.
It made sense, why her claws tried to defend her from Ajax with each kiss, why she tried to kill a brick wall when she found out Wednesday had kissed Tyler, why she was only able to shift to protect her roomie, and on a blood moon of all nights.
She bled for her, would have died for her, of course she fancied her.
But that doesn't mean she likes me back…
"Enid!"
The wolf slows down after sprinting, her skirt in tatters and her socks ruined, caked in mud as she sinks to her knees, holding her chest as her wolf howled in anger that she ran from Wednesday.
The girl was clever, though, fast too. There's a snap of sticks before the shorter girl plowed through the thicket of bushes, looking almost entirely the same as before, apart from one wry hair she quickly tucked back into place.
They stare at each other for a few heartbeats, until Wednesday finally breaks the silence.
"Why did you run?" She asked, and Enid stood from her knees, fists shaking.
"Why did you kiss Myra Jenkins?"
Wednesday was always controlled, Enid had only seen her falter a handful of times, this was one of them. Her eyes widened and she almost stepped back, but she stayed still, tilting her head slightly.
"... Have you hit your head?"
"What?!"
"A concussion maybe?"
Enid growled in her throat.
"No! Do you have a head injury of some kind? Or maybe you're just dense!"
Wednesday narrowed her eyes, a sight to pull fear out of most with briancells. Enid had them, sure, but right now she was devastated and angry, so they focused on that.
"Explain."
Enid threw her hands to the side with a sarcastic bark of laughter.
" You are the one making out with the pureblood radicalist, so you must have damage to your brain! Or has it left for the day, would explain why you're being so-"
"Stop insulting me."
Enid almost bit her tongue to comply. Her chest heaved, but even if she was angry at Wednesday, calling her names wouldn't help. She exhales and pinches her nose.
"You're… sorry, that was uncalled for. I just wasn't… I wasn't expecting to see you kissing someone, is all."
Wednesday stepped close.
"I wasn't kissing her. I was threatening her."
Enid snorted at what she thought was humor, looking up and jumping out of her skin to see the pure silver dagger held out before her crush, also clocking the blood dusting her knuckles.
"What- why?!"
Wednesday returned it to her pocket.
"She was saying horrendous things about you. I would not stand for it."
While it didn't really surprise Enid that Myra was being rude, it did confuse her that Wednesday would react to vehemently. Sure violence wasn't hard for her to jump to, but Wednesday normally couldn't care less about other people and what they said.
She does when it comes to you. The voice sounded like how she imagined a wolf would talk, and Enid had to assume it was her lycan, pointing out the obvious once more.
"Why would you care?" She asked, and Wednesday blinked, a frown dipping her brow as she rushed for a logical answer. None came to mind, and Wednesday never understood the need for beating around the bush in these scenarios.
"Because I believe I have romantic feelings for you, and hearing someone talk about treating you as an object made me want to kill them."
Even the animals frozen in the forest, unwilling to break the quiet moment of truth between two young souls. Enid exhaled and felt her eyes water, swallowing a lump in her throat as a smile took her lips.
"You're not gonna believe this, but I was on my way to tell you the same thing."
Wednesday frowned again.
"You were coming to tell me that I have feelings for you?"
The blonde rolled her eyes fondly, blush creeping up at hearing Wednesday admit it again.
"No, to tell you that I have feelings for you , Wednesday!"
A nearby hedgehog dropped a pin in the silence, but luckily it went unheard. Wednesday swallowed around a sensation she had not felt before now, but knew it to be nerves, and clenched her hands together.
"Okay, so we both have feelings for eachother."
Enid was blushing, she nodded as some hair fell over her eyes.
"Seems so…" she answered, rocking slowly on her feet. A cool hand reached out, tucking the escaped strand back away from her eyes. Blue met black in an intense exchange, Enid's flicking down to Wednesday's lips for the briefest of seconds.
"Enid…"
A drive surged through her chest, and Wednesday could do nothing but follow its pull. Her hand pressed against her cheek, the other holding her friend's waist as she stepped closer. Enid felt her hands move on instinct, one resting on Wednesday’s waist while the other awkwardly held onto her shoulder, gripping almost too tight, afraid to let go and lose this moment forever. They were close, hearts thundering at their own pace, staring at each others lips as they lent closer than either had expected or hoped for.
“Wed… Wednesday, are you sure?”
Black flicked to blue again, and the shorter girl nodded.
“Are you?”
Enid swallowed, each moment a risk of failing, what she could not say, but it was still incredibly important she did this right. You can't have a second first kiss, after all. She nodded her head, words on her tongue ready to persuade Wednesday that she didn’t have to do this if you don’t want to! When the other girl made the move for her.
Kissing Wednesday Addams was like the moment before a current reached you from a socket, traveling up the fork you had placed there as a joke. Her hairs stood on end, a charged feeling of something momentous happening and still not able to place just what that could be. Her lips were delightfully cool, placed against her’s for a moment before pulling back.
It was sweet, innocent, Enid craved it. They glanced between each other before rushing together once more, lips crashing and bruising, teeth clattering as they kissed how they wanted to, yearned to, from day one.
Eventually Enid has the need to come up for air, pulling away with a gasp as Wednesday watches with wide unblinking eyes. She wanted more, more of this kissing, this new version that felt infinitely better than anything either had experienced before now.
“This isn’t proper,” Wednesday quietly complained, hands pawing at her hips as she kissed Enid’s jaw, “I am supposed to court you first.”
The wolf had a wicked grin as she pulled back, kissing the end of her nose delicately.
“While I don’t want to miss Wednesday Addams’ idea of courtship, can we court after we make out for a bit longer?”
Wednesday met her once more to forgo a response, and it was honestly something Enid was more than okay with. They could court later, but for now, she was entirely content to kiss her roomie with everything she had, with all weekend to do it.
I love Fridays, she thought, allowing herself to be lost once more in Wednesday Addams.