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Hula-la-la, hula-la-la, hula-la, hula hoop.
Hula-la-la, hula-la, hula, hula hoop (dance 'round me like a...)
Despite the adrenaline grabbing and squeezing Enid’s heart at the sounds of her old alarm she just groans and covers her head with a blanket. The bed is so comfy… Just 5 more minutes… Morning adrenaline can go eff itself. It’s not like she even feels it much, the pavlovian effect has waned a lot since last time she heard that song as an alarm a long time ago.
Hula-la-la (oh yeah), hula-la-la, hula-la, hula hoop (yeah-yeah)
Hula-la-la, hula-la, hula, hula hoop.
She squeezes a plushy to the side of her head. Why did she have to choose a loop intro of that song as her alarm? The repetitiveness is grating even on her loop obsessed brain.
Oh yeah, to annoy her roommate.
She reaches for her phone but it’s too far since she was trying lately to avoid doom scrolling first thing in the morning. It’s not like she really needs her phone to be an alarm, Wednesday is much better at waking her up.
…
WHY ISN’T IT WEDNESDAY WAKING HER UP?!
Enid gets tangled with her blanket midway lunge out of bed. Bad bad bad!
The only time ever Wednesday didn’t wake her up was because she herself overslept. Because she got overstimulated from all the making out and hid it instead of asking for a pause. And then missed first class. Cause Enid just sprinted out late to class since she didn’t have an alarm turned on her phone. And then Wednesday was pissed all week from her schedule getting skewed.
What if they went overboard again?! She wouldn’t forgive herself for missing the signals again.
Enid kicks off the blanket and realizes that Wednesday isn’t even in the room. The connection stretches beyond the building. THAT’S EVEN WORSE!
She scrambles to put on her converse and curses at herself for hiding away the sneakers.
What could cause her girlfriend to just let her oversleep and miss class? WAS SHE SOMEHOW KIDNAPPED?!
Enid sprints out of the door. She jumps between staircases to cut time. Her knees take the fall damage and easily recover for her to start her dash.
Wednesday is somewhere outside. So she definitely hasn't just forgotten about her and went to class.
Enid’s shoes squeak as she rounds the corner to the hallway door. She steps wrong and if it weren’t for lycanthropy she’d twist her ankle. Instead she ignores the pain and rams through the doorway.
Confused look of the darkest eyes stops her in her tracks. She waves her hands to stay balanced after the abrupt break off of motion.
Wednesday is fine. She’s just outside for some reason. Eyebrows furrowed. Missing class. In a crocheted sweater from Enid instead of the uniform. Perhaps the reason is connected to the thermocups in her hands.
“You are… anxious. Why?” The raven looks her up and down. During the pause there was a miniscule twitch to her eyes.
“You- not in the room. You didn’t wake me up.” Enid says between rushed breaths. She steps closer to her mate and holds her by her sleeve. Winny is okay, that’s all good but then why?
“And yet you are awake. Awake, still in pajamas and anxious.” Wednesday’s eyebrows stay furrowed.
“A phone alarm? And you weren’t in the room.” She hears herself go up a pitch from confusion and unresolved nerves.
Wednesday’s face relaxes. She offers her the pink cup to take.
“I thought to buy us coffees and get food to dorms so you could sleep longer before Lurch will come get us. I should’ve gotten Thing to check if you still have alarms on your cell phone. Miscalculation on my part. Obviously I haven't started on breakfast yet.”
Enid accepts the coffee and smells it to calm down. She transitions from holding a sleeve to holding a hand.
Oh yeah.
It’s the beginning of spring break. She forgot.
If her hands weren’t busy with really important tasks right she would have facepalmed. But the caffeine should help with her morning stupidity. Sweet miracle treat brought by her girlfriend from so far of a trek-
“You went to the Weathervane?” Alone that is. Enid thought that Wednesday was avoiding the place unless someone else would drag her there.
“Is there a new coffee shop I don’t know about?” Well, no, but- nevermind. Stop being anxious, Wednesday was trying to be thoughtful.
Enid takes a deep breath. Goddess, the coffee really does smell nice. Waking up alone is made up for a bit.
“No and thank you for the coffee my gothic princess.”
Wednesday scowls.
“Do not imitate the leech in your terms of endearment, mutt.”
“My goth queen?”
“Only if you seriously plan on beheading me.”
“Guillotine, ax or a sword?”
Wednesday maneuvers their hand hold to control the werewolf by the wrist and puts the fingers against her own throat.
“You know my favorite weapons to fall from.”
Enid takes another breath to not suffocate from the intensity of the dark eyes. Then she sighs. She gets a different craving now.
“Have you drunk your awful iced quad at all yet?”
“No.”
“Perf.”
“Why?”
Enid bares her teeth and leans in.
“My plan on restarting my morning the right way involves licking into your mouth.”
Wednesday’s nose scrunches adorably in disgust. Enid giggles.
“You nauseate me.” Enid knows that’s not a no.
“With the good nausea~.”
“I’ll endeavor to never let your morning begin so sourly so you won't repeat that disgusting phrase again.”
Enid humms. “Yeah, no more lonely waking up.”
“As you wish.”
Enid drags them back to their dorm.
She appreciates Wednesday’s attempts at easing her mind before going to meet the parents. Really, she does. They're sweet and somewhat working but the consequences of her own cowardly actions just completely cancel them out.
Enid tries to breathe normally after being called into the principal office. Putting off till the last minute asking dad if she can spend the break at Wednesday’s backfired and caused some bureaucratic bullcrap. Duncan will want something again for helping out with his ‘legally adult’ confirmation that no, no need to call to check with mom, she’s not being kidnapped off campus. Just late already to drive to her friend’s, bye mister principal.
Her brother pops his mouth as she stares at him in the hallway. He leans in with his short, overly muscle burned stature and smirks. She regrets him ever learning.
“Have fun with your. Girl . Friend .”
She growls at him.
“Oh come on, there was a pause as I said it. Hey mom, what, Enid and a girlfriend? Oh yes she has plenty girl friends, so many gal pals, Yoko, Divina, some gorgon whose name I can’t remember, and her roommate too, uh Monday, I guess, well if they were besties that would be a step up from the vampire right, and they are roommates, hah, no, I barely saw them hug once and you know how Enid is, ooh, you know what, she’s so close with Bianca they just constantly braid each other’s hair, that’s such a perfect little girl friend as in female friend, anygay -”
“What do you want?” She spits out. Sometimes she wonders if he’s happier than her that the Addams are rich. His bribe demands point to it as much. What could it be this time? Another gaming console? Graphics card? Real sized figure of his current male power fantasy guy crush? A year subscription of gaming or protein supplements? Tanning bed to bronze his stupid actually greek skin faster and show off the definition of his ridiculous muscles?
(“Enorms, you know personally that your bff 5eva can’t just outperform at abuse mommy dearest into my silence.” He said. “She has to offer something mom can’t. And I sure hope she does that in every aspect of your gal pal realness.” It was almost half nice.)
“A favor, simple one really, do you think you can do this one little easy thing for me?”
“Spit it out, Dunk.”
“Aw, I miss the time you called me Dunnie.”
“Fine, I’ll call you Dunnie exclusively from now on.” She turns to march back to Wednesday and the car. The faster she'll be around Winnie the faster she’ll calm down.
“Nah nah nah, that's not it.” He matches her speed.
“Dumbcan.”
“E-normie.”
“Salami nipples.”
“Ouch, not the body shaming.”
“Just say it and get lost, you donkey.”
“Aight, aight, just remember one thing for me, kay? No biting. Thursday is a friend, not food. Isn’t she.” She swipes at him with her claws but he’s already jogging away, laughing at his own joke.
She doesn’t get a break from infuriating presences cause instead Bianca replaces his place as she keeps marching outside. Enid grits her teeth.
“Sinclair, illuminate me about something.”
“Just go to my blog.”
“Oh you soft launched Wednesday as your girlfriend there already?”
Enid kills the urge to just scream at her. Reluctantly. Instead she tightly smiles at her while playing with rings on her hand. As if she’s totes not mad at the closet jabs or the amount of extra time Wednesday spent with the siren practicing fencing.
“Did Lucas do you?”
Bianca clicks her tongue.
“And here I was ready to offer to tell you what Addams said about you.”
Enid stops walking immediately.
“Yeah I thought so, well first explain to me why the psychopath just announced to me yesterday that we’re forever done with epee. When she practically begged me to try it out I thought, yeah, that tracks, how else are we gonna win if not by making our resident masochist out masochist others in the masochism fencing but nooo, she abandons it just before spring break on which she takes you to meet her family. Fascinating really, she takes it up just after getting with you and gives up before a different milestone in her gay new life. So spill, what did you do to make her stop?”
New panic overtakes her but she can’t really make herself move at the prospect of learning what Winny says when she's not around. Eugene is too loyal to ever babble. Curiosity might kill her but the satisfaction bait is so tempting. She swallows. She can’t, can’t she. What if Bianca’s bluffing.
“Wednesday is very private so I don’t know if-”
“Oh no, she's the opposite of private about her own feelings concerning you as long as we’re alone. It’s so maddening, you’d think that it'd be easy to have a fun tease session but no, she talks candidly as if she has a point to make. It's annoying. So she’s gotta be silent on your account somehow.”
“You’re not really proving any-”
“Like she gets this creepy spacey look on her face randomly and when asked she says bullshit like ‘Enid is laughing at something’, or her eyelids twitch during water break and apparently it’s not her obvious malnutrition but just ‘Enid’s mood worsened’. Like, what the fuck.”
Goddess that’s adorable. Enid bites on her lip. Then close them tightly. She can’t talk.
“You know what, I’ll even help you out to sweeten the deal, the creeper got extra silent awhile ago and then asked, ASKED, for advice, cause apparently she doesn’t know how to backtrack on the fact that she gave impression that she dislikes matching, eww on that btw, and doesn’t know how to communicate that it felt like being marked as possession but it’s fine if you mean it romantically. Gross, again. I’m guessing she still didn’t tell you since she probably takes like a full business week to process shit like that.”
Enid closes her eyes and whines. No, she can’t break. Maybe if she’ll stay silent Bianca will just keep talking without Enid giving up anything.
“I had to explain to her the word cringe, and the term second hand embarrassment because during a movie you abruptly stopped making out with her to parrot 'YOU'RE GAAAAAY’ in tandem with Happy Deathday.”
Enid winces. Ahh, her bones feel sickenly jiggly from hearing that.
Wait.
“I didn’t do that.” She didn’t, they haven’t made out during it, Wednesday enjoyed watching too much. They for once both enjoyed a movie. And it’s a scene from a sequel. They haven’t watched it yet. But now she can’t stop picturing doing that.
“Oh, not yet, since that took a second to realize that means you could’ve, so hey, maybe like don’t do that. I don’t want to actually have that convo. I can even grace you with more warnings like-”
“SHUT UP, I’ll tell you. Wednesday only learned epee to duel her mother one time this week and that’s it.”
“Yeah that makes no sense. So, brace your gay ass and before you’ll run remember my voice travels far, here’s an advice-”
“She is stubborn about never dueling her mother but I effed up some Addams family rule and cause of loopholes Wednesday is fighting her for my honor anyway, kay? Now better tell me something good or I’m wolfing out on your ass so hard.”
Bianca purses her lips. Then sighs. She seems as disappointed as persuaded to the truthfulness of that.
“Triton, what a sappy idiocy. Sure, when I came into the room one time she was fully on the floor lying depressedly because you didn’t kiss her cheek for good morning routine bullshit. And she refused to put on a protective mask once because YOU braided her hair that day, until I pointed out that I might cut and ruffle it anyway.”
Oh Winny. Enid resists the urge to sigh dreamily. That really isn’t worth the embarrassing secret.
“Not enough.”
“Tough shit, I’m holding the rest hostage for next time. Maybe come back to fencing so she’ll be too distracted again to win a single bout and I’ll reconsider. Aren’t you supposed to be somewhere anyway?”
Enid gulps and runs towards the gate.
She doesn’t get to formally meet Lurch as Wednesday opens the car doors, pushes her in, jumps in herself and says “Step on it Lurch.”
The tires screech.
Then Winny turns to her. “Am I legally kidnapping you or not after all?” She says conversationally as if to only make sure she can prepare for the consequences of it and not to fix it.
“Nah, Duncan took care of it.”
“A shame.”
Enid’s eyebrows shoot up her face.
“Oh so unclear flirting is a crime for y’all but kidnapping isn’t?”
“Of course not, you’ve consented to go with me and running away together is our business, not anyone else's. But as you’re worried about family traditions if you’d return the bite-”
“No.”
Visibilly nothing changes in her raven's face or posture. No blink in her eyes as she holds eye contact. The sting of rejection is only known to her by the smell. Since Wednesday is trying to hide it Enid decides to distract herself from it.
As Lurch stops at a red light the werewolf crambles to the divider window and puts her hand through it.
“Howdy, I’m Enid.”
The tall man groans as he shakes her hand and once again monstrously accelerates the speed of the vehicle so Enid falls back to the seat.
“Close the divider.” The monotone voice says.
So Enid does and looks back at Wednesday excitedly.
“No, we’re not kissing in the car.”
Enid deflates and pouts as a response.
"We're teenagers! Car make out is like obligatory!"
Wednesday stares deadpanly.
“If you’ll stop distracting Lurch we might still get home at planned time.” And then Wenny looks away and through the window.
Okay, so Wednesday isn’t that good at hiding bitterness.
“Winny?”
“Yes, puppy?” Wenny still doesn’t look at her. Pouting won’t work much.
Enid reaches for her hand but instead of holding it just opens it palm up in the air. Wednesday dutifully keeps the position steady, without even a hint of a shake despite the moving car. Then the wolfgirl starts taking off her rings and puts them in the open palm. At the feel of metal Wednesday cradles them protectively and reaches into her own backpack for the dedicated pouch. When rings are safely stashed away and only a pointer finger stimmy one remains, Enid fully slips her hand in Wednesday’s hand.
The goth loosely interlocks their still straightened fingers and resumes her intense eye contact as she brings the hand up to kiss it where multiple connected rings were covering the bite mark. Long lingering kiss that makes Enid’s breath hitch. After it her mate holds the hand more firmly and goes back to looking outside the window.
Enid takes the win in stride and just grabs her phone to check out the numerous notifications that popped up.
An alarming amount of messages from Yoko yell at her to check out the groupchat with her and Divina.
yokoks: @ pup, weigh in, and try to explain, y would i get a siren gf and then agree to serenade HER instead of it being the opposite???
disshout: I like your voice <3
yokoks: you call my singing horrible urself!!!!!!!
disshout: So?
yokoks: it makes no fucking sense
disshout: idc
yokoks: AAAAAAAAA, ENS GET YOUR ASS HERE :C
ens: hm? wassup
yokoks: i refuse to be the one singing more in my relationship
ens: then dont? lol
yokoks: div gets sad
disshout: :CCCC
yokoks: see? and nothing works, she didn’t even care that i was singing the openings to the worst possible anime
disshout: I like it when you sing in japanese c:
yokoks: the lyrics were dogshit
disshout: nmp
yokoks: bites you bites you bites you
disshout: <3
ens: sounds like a skill issue
yokoks: sure, speaking of gfs that don’t do what their supposed to do, how does it feel to have a rich girlfriend that specifically refuses to buy you kpop merch
ens: HEY :C
yokoks: how long did she sulked when she learned that bias wrecker doesnt mean an event of an idol getting kicked from the group?
ens: SHUT UP
yokoks: pray to the moon that she never learns the concept of emotional cheating, amen
disshout: Amen
ens: HEY, youre the one that lied to her about bias wreckers
disshout: Ye, during The Incident, you're welcome pup
ens: just sing to your gf before she dies from thirst
yokoks: I ONLY MEANT THAT ITS ILLOGICAL IM NOT BLUEBALLING
ens: sure
disshout: Sure
yokoks: fuck u both
disshout: Do you wanna the voice note or not
yokoks: nevermind, love you boo, fuck you ens only
ens: no thank you, keep it in your pants
yokoks: speaking of, remember about protection pup <3
ens: i hate you all, i hated you for a millenia
yokoks: dont jump her in her childhood bed, thats degenerate
ens: im putting you in jail and filling it with garlic
yokoks: div do u remember her JD obssesion last summer? arent we lucky other threatre kids didnt agree to do Heathers
ens: each for every frivolous wolf joke
disshout: The only moment in which I doubted that she were gay tbh, but then she dated the absolute opposite in Ajax so idk, also I doubt bia would let her take lead role
ens: for every time you slurped on blood during my infodumps
yokoks: I SLURPED DISCRETLY THE ONCE, oh ye, she’d get typecasted as the blond bimbo heather m at best, not even chandler to be able to yell at bia
ens: and for every time you said “what would i know, im just from ancient times”
yokoks: HEY
disshout: LOL
yokoks: but your lucky too ens in the end, imagine if u were veronica and addams saw u perform Dead Girl Walking on some dude
ens: and at the end of thousand years youd say “enie, i learned to stop doing these things because i hated the garlic you put on me”
yokoks: dead dude on the spot, then killed everyone else and never admit that she wanted to be the one topped by u
ens: :CCCC
yokoks: yeee that song might work on that weirdo, deffo, new point, protection and no roleplaying musical characters, even if addams is a perfect JD
ens: .
disshout: aw pup, are you too upset to finish the meme?
ens: yeah :CCC
yokoks: hey, it turns out yer not tragically het, u just like girls with JD vibes but not the evilness, win win
disshout: Babe.
yokoks: what? u took part in this!
disshout: .
ens: .
yokoks: grr, fine, im sry ens, now every1 knows your the perf veronica, u might even get the cryptid to play jd, u actually should try and persuade her by performing Dead Girl Walking on her, in her childhood bed, thats an amazing idea
disshout: BABE
ens left the groupchat
Enid groans and puts her head on Wednesday’s shoulder.
“Wenny if I asked you to turn the car around and hunt down Yoko to stake her would you do it?”
“Without question.”
Enid sighs and traps her arm in a hug so she won’t fulfill her promise.
“Thank you.”
In the corner of her eye she notices that Wednesday’s eyelids twitch.
“What is it?”
“We can’t watch Heathers anymore.”
“As you wish.”
“Or the Happy Death Day sequel.”
“...why?” there's the tiniest amount of dissapointment in her voice.
“Wens, do you tap into our bond during fencing anytime?”
“... when my thoughts stray to you, yes.”
Enid sighs.
“Nevermind then.”
Barclay can live another day.
"Como quiera."
"Would you get upset if I called you gay?"
"Obviously. Why would you insult me with such wild inaccuracy?"
Shitballs.
"Cause it also means being attracted to the same gender."
"I doubt we're the same exact one. I was born an Addams."
Enid sighs.
"Please don't force me to question my gender, making me gay was enough."
"I can hardly imagine your incessant bright joy having its conception at meeting me."
"You can totes be the maker of more of it if we'll make out right now."
"Enid." Wednesday’s voice became serious. "Do you genuinely wish to greet my parents with lipstick marks on your skin?" she asks while soflty pushing on Enid's jaw to make them look each other into eyes.
Enid's mouth dries up. She doesn’t know if to squeak or giggle nervously. She curses not packing makeup wipes into her backpack.
Wednesday continues. "Not that they would care. You just seem on edge already and looking well groomed seems to be your coping mechanism."
"Why would I not be nervous? I'm remeeting formally your family as your girlfriend-"
"Mate."
"And then spending a full week so if I piss them off I can't just hide from them by avoiding the dorm during your call with them."
"If you need me to, I can show you my secret passages so you may avoid them anytime. Not that you would need them, they will adore you."
"I remember how they looked at me when we first met." Enid mumbles.
"They were just worried since I haven't brought my allergy medications."
"I COULD’VE KILL YOU THE WHOLE SEMESTER? WHY DID YOU HUG ME?!"
"They smuggled them in during Family week."
"I could've killed you the whole first few weeks?!" she hisses.
"My weaknesses are mine to manage, it would be my fault more than anything. You're looking for things to stress about."
"No, no, shit like this is exactly why I'm scared-"
"I adore you, colors and all, they will adore you too."
"That could be just luck."
"Enid, you’re capable of charming a lich into embracing death with glee."
"Mothers seem immune to it so far."
"You turn into a beast and saved my life. You're nearly indestructible and a living weapon. Which you enjoy embellishing. There's compassion and pent up rage in equal measures inside of you. You're perfect. The painful burning of retinas is just an added bonus."
"Do you really believe that?" Enid tries her biggest pout.
Wednesday blinks.
"You heard me, I'm not repeating myself."
"Okay." Enid keeps up the pout and moves her head to the side.
Wednesday's jaw tenses up and she looks way.
"Besides, father will be elated to have someone to talk about fashion with him."
"NO WAY YOU'RE ONLY TELLING ME THIS NOW."
"It seemed like something Thing would already inform you of."
"He didn't." Enid wonders if she should try breaking into front of the car to chastise the living hand.
But instead she sighs into the silence and goes back to scrolling social media while ignoring Yoko's messages.
“Enid?”
“Yes, cariad?”
“We can pick up a car that my parents never use later.”
Enid smiles at the meaning.