Chapter Text
The more that you say, the less I know
Wherever you stray, I follow
I'm begging for you to take my hand
Willow - Taylor Swift
“Wednesday,” Enid mumbled that afternoon, slumping against her desk after an exhausting day of classes. Botanical sciences had been a nightmare. The new teacher was clueless, and with Bianca and Wednesday’s constant bickering, the class had become unbearable. Wednesday’s thirst for knowledge was admirable, but her relentless need to be right—every single time—was wearing everyone down.
But that wasn’t the only thing ruining Enid’s day. Yoko had been distant, her head down for weeks now, and it didn’t take a genius to notice the growing space between her and Divina. Neither of them had said why, but Enid could feel the tension every time they were together. And as far as Wednesday was concerned, the vampire and siren could solve their own problems. “They’ll figure it out. It’s not my concern,” she’d say with a dismissive wave. Typical Wednesday.
"Enid, no," Wednesday added bluntly, cutting off Enid’s latest plea. Since the whole Hyde incident, Wednesday had become somewhat more... approachable. She’d even tolerate the occasional hug, though it still made her stiffen. So, naturally, Enid didn’t hesitate to ask for help cheering Yoko up. The thing was, she still wasn’t sure who held the coveted 'BFF' title—Yoko or Wednesday. Maybe it was a tie. And of course, Divina. She adored Divina. Which only made it more painful to see both of them so unhappy.
"I'm not having a girls' night to make Tanaka feel better," Wednesday said firmly. "Not at all."
"Please," Enid asked again, her eyes wide. "She’s really down, and I just want to know why."
"Have you tried asking her?"
"I did!" Enid practically wailed. "I know it’s about Divina, but she won’t talk about it."
"I could kill Divina for her. But I’m still not doing a girls' night."
Sensing the battle was lost, Enid began plotting her own scheme. Wednesday would probably be furious later, but desperate times called for desperate measures. After dinner that evening, Enid cornered Yoko before she could disappear into her dorm.
"How about a girls' night?" Enid asked, her brightest smile on full display. "I got new nail polishes, and Thing wants to try a pink shade."
"I’m not feeling up for it, pup," Yoko murmured, attempting to pull away. "I promised to help Divina with her homework."
Liar. The pit in Enid’s stomach dropped further.
"Yoko," she pleaded softly, "talk to me."
"It’s fine, Enid, really," Yoko said, forcing a smile. "Maybe tomorrow?"
"Let’s do it tonight," Enid persisted. "I even convinced Wednesday to join."
Yoko’s brow furrowed in disbelief. That didn’t sound like Wednesday at all. Wednesday would rather face death than willingly participate in a girls' night.
"You convinced Wednesday?" Yoko asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
Enid knew it was wrong to lie, but she was determined to drag Yoko out of her funk. And besides, she missed the days when the four of them—Yoko, Divina, Wednesday, and herself—would spend evenings together. After the Hyde incident, those quiet, cozy moments had been a comfort. Wednesday would sit quietly absorbed in a book while Yoko and Divina watched their beloved gory True Crime documentaries, the unsettling sounds of crime scenes playing in the background. Enid always grimaced at the gruesome details, but everyone else seemed unfazed. And, even though Wednesday pretended not to care, Enid knew she secretly enjoyed the morbid documentaries too.
"Yep," Enid lied smoothly, guilt pricking at her. "I even got black nail polish." That, at least, wasn’t a lie.
"Come on," she urged, her tone pleading. "We can watch those gruesome murder shows you and Wednesday love so much. I promise I won’t pass out this time."
Yoko sighed heavily, adjusting her glasses before giving in. "Fine. I’ll go."
Enid’s grin practically lit up the room. "This is going to be so cool!" she squealed.
Yoko decided to stop by her dorm to change into more comfortable clothes, but she quickly regretted it. Divina was there, and to her surprise, she seemed ready to talk.
"You’re blowing this way out of proportion," Divina began, her voice pleading. "It wasn’t a big deal, Yoko."
"Divina," Yoko snapped, barely holding back her frustration, "I don’t have the patience for this today."
"I didn’t kiss that stupid siren!" Divina’s tone turned desperate, and the worst part was, Yoko could tell she was telling the truth. But it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.
"I’m not falling for that, Divina," Yoko said, her voice hard.
"I didn’t do it on purpose!" Divina pleaded.
"But you still did."
The image of Divina kissing that other siren played over and over in Yoko’s mind, like a broken record she couldn’t turn off.
"He was the one who grabbed me, I swear!" Divina’s voice wavered, her eyes wide with emotion. "The jerk took advantage of me."
Divina looked around, and for a moment, Yoko almost believed her. Almost. But deep down, she knew something else was going on. Divina had been distant for weeks—avoiding her kisses, not even bothering to respond to the silly memes and GIFs they used to send each other. Something was terribly wrong, and whatever it was, Divina wasn't willing to talk about it.
"I'm not breaking up with you yet," Yoko said, her voice cracking slightly. "But Divina, we need space. Even if you didn't kiss him on purpose, we're still falling apart. You can't even touch me anymore, and I feel like you can barely stand to be around me. I don't 't know what I did wrong."
Her chest tightened, and for a moment, Yoko fought back a sob, her voice trembling despite her best efforts.
"Look," Yoko sighed heavily, "I'll talk to the Principal Wheeler about changing dorms. Let's give it a week or two, and then we'll try to talk again, okay? Tonight, I'm staying in Enid's room. "
She hadn’t asked Enid yet, but she knew her best friend wouldn’t mind. Without another word or even a glance back, Yoko left the bedroom. She didn’t bother changing into comfortable clothes. Right now, all she wanted was to be anywhere but here.
"Finally!" Enid exclaimed, swinging the door open. Yoko stepped into the room, spotting Thing lounging on Enid's bed and Wednesday sitting at her desk, completely engrossed in her writing. Yoko glanced warily at Wednesday, unsure how to approach the situation.
"She wasn’t going to participate," Yoko said, her voice cautious as her eyes flicked back to Enid.
Wednesday turned in her chair, her gaze cold but curious as she looked at the two girls standing in the doorway. "Participate in what?"
"Girls' night?" Yoko asked, the confusion clear in her voice.
Enid felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She hadn’t planned on Wednesday overhearing like this.
"You lied to me," Yoko said flatly, her patience worn thin after the emotionally draining day. She could barely handle Divina and all her complicated behavior, but Enid? Enid wasn’t supposed to add to that weight. All Yoko wanted was a bit of peace, not another fight, and especially not with Wednesday.
"No!" Enid blurted out, her voice frantic. "I didn’t lie! I just knew if I convinced you to come, I could convince Wednesday right after." Her words came out in a rush, her eyes pleading. "Please, I’m sorry! I just can’t stand seeing you so sad anymore, it’s breaking my heart."
Yoko sighed, softening at the sight of Enid’s genuine distress. "It’s okay, pup," she said, a weary smile tugging at her lips. "I can’t stay mad at you for long."
"You two do whatever you want," Wednesday interrupted, her voice sharp. "But it’s my writing time."
"Wednesday," Enid said, her voice turning softer, more imploring, as she faced the Addams girl. Yoko, now seated on Enid’s bright and colorful bed, watched the scene unfold with an amused smile. She’d grown comfortable with these two. It was almost terrifying how natural it felt. The fear she used to have of Wednesday’s icy demeanor had long faded. In fact, it was strange yet comforting to witness how soft Wednesday had become for Enid.
"Enid," Wednesday said, her tone unwavering, "I’ve already told you no."
Enid’s heart sank. She felt guilty for pushing so hard, but all she wanted was a simple evening with her favorite people. What was so wrong with that? Despite the heavy ache in her chest from missing Divina, Yoko and Wednesday would be enough for tonight.
"I told Yoko we could watch that bloody documentary," Enid said, hope flickering in her eyes, "the one I know, deep down, you really like."
"And you’re not going to faint?" Wednesday raised an eyebrow, the hint of a challenge in her voice.
Yoko grinned, the familiar banter warming her even more. She was grateful for these two; it was moments like this that made the chaos bearable. Wednesday’s threats no longer scared her, and it was almost beautiful to witness how much Wednesday had softened—especially when it came to Enid.
"I promise I won’t!" Enid exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over.
Wednesday sighed, resigned. "Fine," she muttered.
Enid beamed, and Yoko couldn’t help but smile too. Tonight might not solve everything, but at least, for a little while, things felt right.
Enid, with considerable effort, managed to keep her promise of not fainting, though her disgust was evident every time she grimaced during the gruesome scenes. As Thing took his turn painting his nails, the three of them engaged in casual conversation, filling the silence between moments of the documentary.
After a few minutes, Yoko broke the silence. "Hey... can I sleep here tonight?" she asked, her voice sounding heavier than usual.
This caught Wednesday’s attention immediately. "What happened to your dorm, Tanaka?"
"Divina," Yoko muttered, her voice full of frustration. "I don’t want to see her anymore today... or tomorrow for that matter."
Enid, concern washing over her, pressed gently, "When are you going to tell us what happened? I’ll stop asking if you really don’t want to talk, but I’m worried about you."
Yoko hesitated, then took off her glasses—a rare gesture. The sensitivity to light made it difficult for her during the day, but at night, it wasn’t so bad. The hardest part about being a vampire, Yoko thought, is that you can’t cry, even when you desperately want to. And she had been holding back her emotions for too long.
"She cheated on me," Yoko admitted, biting her lip to hold back the flood of frustration. "Like, twice... from what I can tell."
"What?!" Enid’s eyes widened, her face twisting with shock. It didn’t seem like something Divina would do, but the pain in Yoko’s voice told her enough.
Wednesday, ever consistent in her approach to comfort, said with a cold yet serious tone, "I will kill her for you."
Yoko blinked, not at all surprised by Wednesday’s dark offer—it was typical of her—but the way Wednesday said it this time, with an almost protective undertone, caught her off guard. It wasn’t the first time Wednesday had offered such morbid support, but something about it now, with the quiet intensity behind her words, felt oddly comforting. This was how Wednesday showed she cared, and it didn’t go unnoticed by Yoko.
Enid, looking equally distressed, made the decision. "You’re staying with us tonight," she declared, leaving no room for debate.
Wednesday, however, quickly added, "But you’re sleeping in Enid’s bed."
Yoko smiled softly. "And it wouldn’t be any other way, Wednesday."
If she could share a dorm with these two every night, Yoko thought, she’d be happy. For now, it was exactly what she needed—her best friends, a little bit of warmth, and no more thinking about Divina for a while.