Alone Time
Wednesday and Enid turn down friends to spend time alone, leading to them facing some difficult conversations about previously taboo topics.
“Wednesday, is it still cool with you to have everybody over for movie night?” Enid called, slipping her favourite, pink sweater over her head and smoothing her hair down in front of the mirror.
Across the dorm, her girlfriend paused her typing, turning around with narrowed eyes.
“You never mentioned such a gathering,” she responded, her voice as emotionless as ever.
Still, the werewolf could see a glimmer of worry lingering on her face.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have forgotten to mention! I invited Bianca, Xavier and Yoko over a week ago. We were gonna watch scary movies.”
Wednesday sighed, standing up.
“I was actually planning on getting my evening writing done,” she said, “and then perhaps spending some alone time with you.”
The blonde’s eyes widened and she brushed her hair behind her ears, evidently flustered. “Oh…”
“But if you don’t want to hang out one on one, I can always withdraw to the library.”
Enid rushed to her girlfriend’s side. “No no, of course I want to hang out one on one. What’ll we do? Dinner and a movie, or maybe we could just, y’know, cuddle?”
Wednesday grimaced.
“We’ll burn that bridge when we come to it. But for now, there’s the matter of preventing your three associates from intruding upon our evening. Will you take care of them, or shall I?” She said, a ghoulish smile ghosting her face.
Her roommate laughed nervously, “I’ve got it. I think they’ll be a little mad, but I’m sure they will come around.”
The brunette turned in her place, marching over to her bed as Enid began lacing her shoes.
“If they are, I’ll burn them alive.”
Surprisingly, their friends were not, in fact, mad.
“It’s cool Enid, we understand,” Bianca quipped, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, “Say less. It makes sense that you want some alone time with your new girlfriend.”
Xavier coughed dramatically, whispering something to Bianca and Yoko, who giggled in response.
The blonde stood in confusion for a second, before the recognition dawned on her face.
“Wait, you guys think I’m asking you not to come so Wednesday and I can have sex?” She whispered exaggeratedly.
“Or you could say, you’re asking us not to come so you can,” Xavier replied, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
A dull blush crept up Enid’s neck, slowly spreading across her cheeks.
“Shh, don’t shame her,” Yoko said, slapping him gently on the arm, “Just remember to be safe and have fun, ok?”
“Guys, I’m serious! Wednesday and I are not-”
But the trio had already started to walk away, leaving a stuttering Enid standing alone in the courtyard.
“Use protection!” Xavier called over his shoulder.
The werewolf huffed.
As soon as she re-entered her dorm room, Enid flopped down onto her bed with a sigh, wriggling onto her stomach and releasing a short burst of a scream into her pillow as her delicately painted fingernails transformed unwillingly into claws.
She stayed in that position for a few minutes, before she heard footsteps behind her, followed by the feeling of her mattress sinking down on one side.
“I assume that your intervention didn’t go as planned?”
Wednesday Addams, as delicate as ever.
“Well they’re not coming, if that’s what you're asking,” she replied.
Enid rolled over to face her girlfriend, whose face she watched visibly relax. But surprisingly, her eyes still bore an emotion that looked shockingly like concern.
“Are they angry?” The brunette deadpanned, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the fabric of her roommate’s fluffy sweater.
The werewolf sighed, her eyes fixed on the roof.
“No, they’re not angry,” she said in exasperation, “Honestly, I don’t even know why I’m upset about this! Maybe I’m just making a big deal out of nothing, like I always seem to do.”
Wednesday looked down at her girlfriend.
“You’re right. You do tend to unnecessarily dramatise the majority of situations, however if any of those plebeians said so much as one bad word to you, I will personally flay them alive and bury them in a shallow grave by the river.”
Enid wiped her eyes, a dull smile flitting across her face.
“It’s ok. Nobody said anything mean,” she responded, “It’s just… they keep joking about us having S E X. And it’s not that I don’t love you or anything, but I just don’t know if that’s something I want. Like, ever. And I guess that it’s just getting on my nerves?”
From the spot beside her, Wednesday stiffened. Her eyes remained fixed, unblinking on her girlfriend’s for a few moments, before she eventually cleared her throat and averted her gaze. It was the first time Enid had seen her off guard, and that threw her a little.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel-”
Before she could finish her sentence, the brunette cut her off.
“Me neither.” “What?” Enid asked in near disbelief.
“I said, me neither. I also don’t wish to have intercourse. It appears to be invasive and painful- and not the good kind of painful either; the kind that doesn’t even give you nightmares.”
And just like that Enid’s feelings of insecurity began to subside. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, sitting up and leaning into her girlfriend.
“God Wednesday, I’m just so relieved. I thought I was broken or something!”
“Maybe we are, Enid. But as my uncle Fester always used to tell me, broken things make the best deathtraps,” Wednesday deadpanned, “Now do tell me, approximately how many of our classmates do I have to murder to prevent the spread of false information.”
