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Lately, Wednesday had been acting strange. Not that she wasn’t peculiar before, but now there was something different, an oddness to her oddity. It had been months since our first encounter, and by now, I knew her well. She had never been fond of physical contact; she hated hugs. Yet, she had started to accept them every now and then. Only from me.
Whenever someone pointed it out, I felt a surge of pride, though at the same time, I couldn’t help but blush. But back to Wednesday—her behavior was truly unusual.
"Stop it, Thing," Wednesday muttered at her desk.
"No, I told you, Enid is..." she continued, her voice lowering to a whisper.
"I think I heard my name," I said, jumping down from my bed and walking over to her. I heard her sigh.
"Nothing important," she tried to deflect.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and leaned in to see what she was writing. Strangely, I felt her tense up in the chair.
"Everything okay, Weds? You don't want me to read it?" I asked, only wanting to make her feel comfortable.
"No, it's not that," she replied, standing up quickly and avoiding eye contact. She headed toward the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Strange.
But that wasn't the only thing. In class, she seemed rather distracted. I didn’t point it out, of course, but her grades were slipping. She, who knew literally everything. Often, the teachers would ask her questions, and she didn’t know the answer, or worse, she wouldn’t respond at all. When I turned to encourage her to speak, I would find her staring at me. Only then did she seem to snap back to reality and would ask the teacher to repeat the question.
I tried to encourage her, and incredibly, I had offered to study together. She declined, which was odd, given that she would do anything to make me study a bit more.
She spent a lot of time out of the room; I barely saw her. I started to wonder if she had a secret crush and was meeting up with them often. I felt a strange sensation, a curiosity different from what I had felt, for example, when Yoko told me she liked someone. I couldn't explain it. So, one evening, I asked her.
It was nearly Christmas, and it was freezing cold. She was outside playing her cello. I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself, stepping out onto the balcony. I was immediately hit by a gust of icy wind.
“Weds...” No response to the nickname, so I rolled my eyes. “Wednesday,” I tried again.
Finally, she stopped playing.
“It’s cold, can you come inside, please?” I asked. To my surprise, she nodded obediently. She gathered her sheet music and stood up. I moved closer to her.
“Do you want some of this blanket?” I offered it to her. With the cold, her skin looked even paler, yet I could have sworn I saw a faint blush on her cheeks. Maybe I had made her uncomfortable.
“no, thank you” She opened the window and let me inside. I ran to her closet to grab a sweatshirt for her. She followed me in and closed the window behind her.
“Put this on” I said, handing her the sweatshirt.
“Why?”
“Because yours is damp and cold, dummy.” She nodded and changed into it.
We sat in silence for a while.
“Wednesday...” I said, trying to get her attention. She seemed lost in thought again. “Do you like someone?” I asked, and the slight blush on her cheeks already gave me an answer.
I felt that strange sensation again; I needed to know more. I let out a nervous giggle.
“Who’s the lucky one?” I asked, stepping back to my side of the room.
“Lucky?” she asked, confused, dodging my question.
“It’s just a way of saying when someone is fortunate to...” She cut me off instantly.
“There’s no boy, Enid” she said, turning and walking towards her bed. Maybe a girl? I blushed at the thought, shaking my head to calm myself down.
“No one at all? You’ve been distracted lately, always out... you can tell me, you know!” That nervous giggle I hated escaped again.
“I assure you, there’s no one.”
I sighed in relief, but why?
I was lost in thought when I heard Wednesday speak again.
“There is something I want to talk to you about" she said seriously. I nodded eagerly and jumped onto my bed, motioning for her to join me. She seemed to think about it for a while, strangely hesitant, but eventually, she slowly approached and just as slowly sat down, looking around as if trying to avoid my gaze. What could be so important that it was making her anxious?
“Tell me everything,” I said, taking her hand, but she pulled it away. A bit disappointed, I prepared to listen.
“There’s a reason you’ve seen me distracted, a reason that confuses me, that keeps me awake at night.”
I was alarmed; whenever she talked about serious things, it usually meant crimes or death.
“It’s been a few weeks now that you’ve had a strange effect on me" she continued. That explained her distance. Maybe she had started to hate me and wanted to tell me in the gentlest way possible? I began biting my lip, anxious. After all, she was my best friend.
“But not just that. you’re always on my mind. I can’t think of anything else... it’s exhausting.”
Okay, something wasn’t adding up. If she hated me, why was I always in her thoughts? The idea of being in her head all the time made me blush.
“Um... earlier, you said I have a strange effect on you... what do you mean?” I asked, noticing that blush again. Wait...
“I don’t know, it’s new to me... when you get close, I feel warm, and there’s this strange sensation in my stomach... like hundreds of spiders crawling around inside me. Are you okay, Enid? Do you know what it means?”
My mouth dropped open. This couldn’t be real. The “symptoms” were obvious: Did Wednesday Addams like me?
She seemed like she wanted to add something, but by then I was in my own world. Like when detectives figure out the culprit, I had finally understood what was plaguing me: was I... jealous? I also realized the constant need to be in contact with her and why I sometimes got lost in her eyes. I probably liked her too.
And now?
“Enid! Is something seriously wrong with me?” she asked, reaching a hand towards me. I jumped and shook my head.
“No, definitely not.” She sighed with relief.
“I was almost worried. But what should I do? I can’t focus in class because of you" she said seriously, making me laugh. She didn’t understand her feelings, and I found her incredibly adorable.
“I don’t know if this will help get me out of your head, but maybe it’ll help you understand better” I said before taking her chin in my hand. I saw her blush even more. I leaned in and kissed her, very quickly.
Now it was her turn to be wide-eyed. Suddenly, I felt insecure. What if I had misinterpreted everything? I hoped not, because I felt the need to taste those lips again.
“How do you feel? Please, Weds, say something...” I pleaded.
She swallowed.
“Disgusting.”
Her words made my eyes sting, tears threatening to fall.
“...Do it again.”
I jumped but did as she asked. This time it was a longer kiss, but still just a brushing of lips. She placed a trembling hand on my jaw.
I imagine this discovery will be heavy for her, but I’ll help her understand herself, and maybe we’ll become something—something very beautiful.