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If someone had to describe me in one word, it would probably be something bland like “personable” or “friendly.” I mean, fine I guess that would be true, but it bothers me. And by someone I mean Ajax.
Not that I’m saying Ajax bothers me - it just kind of seems like he should know me better by this stage of our relationship. Sure, we’d only been dating for like two weeks before classes ended, but even after a month together since coming back from break it still feels like we’re no closer to each other than when we first started dating.
I know I could just bring it up to him and we could talk like mature adults, but with wolfing out and all of the new shit that comes with that, it just seems so insignificant. I want someone who knows me without me having to explain all of it to them. Someone who understands when I’m extra fidgety or irritated it doesn’t mean I don’t want to be near them, it’s just a week before the full moon and my brain is still adjusting to everything.
I’m being selfish, but it’s hard not to be when it feels like someone else understands me better and might be trying to get my attention in a “more than friendly” way.
***
Calculus technically had seven minutes left, but nearly everyone had given up on starting today’s homework, including Enid.
“Do you think Weems is really okay with being undead?” she asked Yoko as she scrolled through her phone.
“Once you get over the trauma of dying, it’s not that bad - although that would assume your roomie got everything right.”
A dry voice in the row ahead of them inquired, “Are you asking for a demonstration? I’m curious to know if the process would work on a vampire.”
“Wednesday, while I would love a chance to peek at your ancestor’s book of black magic, I’m not that interested.”
The seer turned back to her assignment with a shrug. “Your loss.”
Yoko eyed the back of Wednesday's head nervously. “Enid, do I need to be concerned about how quickly she dropped that?”
The werewolf rolled her eyes and huffed an exasperated sigh. “Wednesday has agreed not to try out anything in that book on her - or my - friends.”
“Well thank god you’re friends with nearly everyone.”
“It does make things significantly more difficult,” Wednesday muttered as she turned a page in her textbook.
The bell rang and a flurry of haphazardly shoving possessions into bags preceded a mass exodus.
Nearly half the class followed the same path to fencing, which was quickly becoming one of Enid’s favorites since wolfing out. With her slightly heightened senses, she could almost predict when an attack would come just from her opponent’s breathing and heart rate . . . unless she was dueling Wednesday. No one should be able to control themselves as well as the seer does.
Enid was midway through changing in the locker room when she felt a cool hand carefully touch her bare shoulder.
“Enid, you forgot your calculator.”
The werewolf turned to see her vertically challenged roommate holding said device.
“Oh, thanks Wends.”
As Wednesday left to find her own locker, Enid was left with a strangely warm feeling in her chest. This wasn’t the first time the seer had retrieved something the werewolf had forgotten, but this was one of the first times she’d initiated physical contact.
***
Okay, so that might not seem like a big deal, but this is Wednesday Addams! She doesn’t like being touched or touching other people so, yeah it kind of is a huge deal. She could have just said my name to get my attention, but she went further.
I’m not saying this is proof of some deep, romantic feelings, but it was the start of a trend. Nearly everyday since then, she’s voluntarily touched me, whether to get my attention or to express some emotion she can’t be bothered to voice. A nudge, standing closer than her personal space usually allows - it’s just novel enough to be noticeable.
It took every ounce of my nearly limitless supply of patience not to comment on it. It’s absolutely driving me insane not knowing exactly why Wednesday’s gotten more touchy-feely, but I’m trying to give her the social space she usually needs. I have theories, but . . .yeah.
***
Enid was running late, like “I might actually miss the beginning of class” late. It was her own fault for staying up late to argue with anons on reddit about the politics surrounding pack law, but sometimes you just gotta get shit off your chest.
Wednesday did try to get her moving forty-five minutes ago, but being the idiot Enid is, the werewolf made the mistake of laying back down once her roomie had left for breakfast. So here Enid was, jogging across the quad without breakfast to first period world history.
Technically walking into class as the bell is ringing, isn’t late, right? Either way, she muttered an apology to the professor as she hurried to her seat.
Dropping moodily into her seat, Enid didn’t miss Wednesday’s raised eyebrow. The taller girl mouthed “I know” and began pulling her notes from her bag. When she looked back up to her desk, Enid found a breakfast sandwich in front of her. “Did you?” she mouthed to Wednesday who simply nodded in return.
***
So like with the causal touches, that wasn’t a one off thing either. Whenever I was running late, she’d make sure to have something for me, usually one of my favorites, and she started getting dessert at lunch and dinner just to give to me because she knows I have a huge sweet tooth.
And then there’s the nights one of us has to wake the other from a nightmare-
“Okay, I’m gonna stop you there, Enid,” Bianca spat as she rubbed her temples.
Xavier sighed and let his face fall into his hands. “Why are you telling us this and not Yoko?” came his muffled voice.
Enid huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Because I already have, but like any good journalist, I’m seeking out multiple opinions on the situation.”
“By informing us of your conclusions before we can make our own?” the siren quipped.
“Well, I guess . . . shoot.” Enid copied Xavier and dropped her face into her hands. Maybe asking her fellow “Spring Fling!” planners wasn’t her smartest decision . . .especially since Xavier and Ajax were super tight.
“I’m confused about what you want from us,” Xavier stated as he sat up. “Do you like Wednesday? Are you breaking up with Ajax?”
“I don’t know,” Enid admitted. “I mean, I don’t want to misinterpret her intentions and make her feel like she’s done anything wrong, but I don’t want to ignore it either if she is trying to get my attention.”
“First thing you need to do is break up with Ajax,” Bianca stated.
“Wait, what?” Xavier demanded. “Enid said it herself he’s done nothing wrong.”
“True, but she already has one foot out the door. He deserves to be with someone as invested in the relationship as he is.”
Enid shifted uncomfortably in her seat. “Yeah, he does.”
“Second thing you need to do is tell Wednesday you’ve broken up with him.”
“You think she’s just going to admit to liking Enid once she finds out she’s single?”
Bianca glared at Xavier, “Our resident goth isn’t known for being shy.” Her face softened as she turned to Enid, “I’m not saying she’s going to spill her guts to you instantly, but if she is interested, she might up her game a bit.”
“Or you could just tell her you like her,” Xavier muttered with a scowl.
“Wednesday . . . is like a feral cat looking for a home,” Enid said slowly. “She’s spent most of her life surviving alone, but she’s realized there’s a better way to live. If I confront her suddenly, she might get spooked and bolt.”
“So the third thing you need to do . . . Sweetie, you need to flirt with her and make it kind of obvious,” Bianca explained patiently. “Though I have no idea where you’d even begin with that girl.”
“I have a few ideas,” Enid muttered with a faraway look. A moment later, she focused back on the group in front of her. “Thank you so much for listening. I’m so sorry for dumping this on you both out of nowhere. It’s just been going around in circles in my head for ages and - I’ll make it up to you! I volunteer to coordinate the food and drinks while you two get to do the music and decorations.”
Bianca nodded immediately. “Let’s just go with that and end things for tonight. I think we all have plenty to think about.”
“Sure,” Xavier pouted.
“Okay, thanks guys. You’re the best!”
Bianca and Xavier watched the werewolf rush from the room. “So, still nursing that crush I see?”
“No,” Xavier insisted. “I know she doesn’t like me that way. It’s just that it was easier to deal with before I found out she liked someone else.”
Bianca gave him the driest look the siren could manage.
“Okay, fine. Maybe a little.”
“Hurts doesn’t it?”
Xavier sighed tiredly. “At least it’s not Tyler this time.”