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To say that Enid was surprised to see Xavier’s name lighting up her phone’s screen would be an understatement; the fact that he was calling her rather than just texting, doubly so. She’d only attained his number in order to have one more set of eyes to be on the lookout for her trouble magnet of a roommate— in the event she wandered off or got kidnapped; again —but this was the first time he had contacted her.

“Hello?”

[Hi Enid,] he said casually, [Please come help me with Wednesday.]

Well that answers one question, Enid thought as she winced. Too bad it’s raised so many others.

“What’s she done now?” the blonde asked with a sigh as she got up from the table she’d been sharing with Yoko and Divina, waving off their concerned looks as she collected her things.

[She’s high.]

“She’s– What?” Enid squinted, tilting her head upwards towards the top of the college. “Like, on the roof?”

“The roof?” Divina asked, perplexed.

“If there’s a single mention of your girl having a crossbow, I’m using you as a puppy-shield until we get indoors,” Yoko deadpanned.

“Wednesday isn’t my girl,” Enid sighed, covering her mic.

Divina smirked. “She never said it was Wednesday.”

“Wha– Listen–”

[-No, she’s not on the roof; yet. She’s just high. Like, under the influence, should not operate heavy machinery, halfway to the moon, high.]

“That can’t be right; Wednesday doesn’t do drugs.”

““Drugs?!”” the couple spoke in unison, leaning forward like the nosy bitches they were.

“–Well unless you count the poisons she adds to her food,” Enid amended, “But I’m pretty sure that’s just for flavoring. ...Mostly.”

[Well apparently SOMEONE–] the wolf winced as Xavier yelled the last word, and became dimly aware of other voices squawking in the background of the call, [–managed to convince her to try it and she obliged.]

Enid felt the blood drain from her face. “Oh no...”

[Oh yes! Your roommate is currently ‘vibing’ with Ajax in the Nightshades’ sitting room.]

“You guys have a– Nevermind, what has she done?!”

Wednesday Addams was high on marijuana; Enid had no idea what that looked like, but the odds of it being something ‘benign’ were decidedly not good.

[As far as I know, nothing. I just found them, like, two minutes ago. Look, I’ll explain more when you get here.]

“Right! Yeah, I’m on my way!” Enid assured him, pivoting and making a beeline towards the school and the stretch of hallway that housed Poe’s statue.

“Us too!”

“Yeah, wait up!” Yoko and Divina said as they jumped up to follow the speed-walking wolf.

“You guys don’t have to–”

“Like we would miss a chance to see a high Wednesday,” Yoko stated, rolling her head to convey she was rolling her eyes behind her glasses. Divina nodded sagely from beside her girlfriend.

“Truly a rare sight– Wait! What time is it?!”

Enid blinked and pulled her phone away to check the time.

“Four twenty?”

““BLAZE IT!”” they cheered, causing the blonde to roll her own eyes with a sigh.

[I heard that. W hy the hell are so many of our friends like this?]

“You tell me! You’re the one in the same secret club as them!”

[...Fair point.]

Enid didn’t know what she expected to find as she followed Yoko’s pointed finger to a door on one side of the Nightshades’ library, but this wasn’t it.

Beyond the door was a rather cozy feeling room. It was smaller than the library in size, with a wide variety of stuffed chairs and couches, a bar with cupboards underneath on one wall, and a long, low coffee table in the center. The wall directly opposite the door had an unlit fireplace, partially obscured by a large hanging screen— lit up by a projector sitting on a shelf above the doorway —that was currently playing large sweeping shots of what looked like a desert.

Ignoring the screen for now, Enid’s eyes swept the rest of the room, quickly finding: Xavier stationed near the door to her left; the red beanie of Ajax near him on the couch in front of the screen; and on the other end of the same couch, a head of dark hair that the blonde would recognize anywhere.

Wednesday.

Xavier moved towards the three girls as they entered the room, but Enid waved him off as she slowly walked around the right end of the couch to get a better look at her roommate. As soon as she got a better vantage point, Enid knew she would have been able to tell something was off about Wednesday even if she hadn’t already been told she was high.

The small ravenette was sitting calmly on the couch, leaning back, arms loosely folded, with her legs crossed at the ankles. On literally any other teenager— hell any other person, regardless of age —it would have just looked like normal sitting.

Coming from Wednesday? She may as well have been sprawled out like a starfish and drooling relentlessly.

Her eyes were red as well, though they seemed like they could focus well enough on whatever was happening on the screen in front of her. Though the fact that she hadn’t acknowledged Enid’s presence yet despite the blonde clearly standing in her line of sight— and in her brightest pink sweater to boot —did not comfort Enid in the slightest.

“Hey Wends,” she called softly, not wanting to spook the psychic, “How ya doing?”

Wednesday blinked and turned towards the wolf, surprise clearly showing on her face as she realized someone was standing near her.

“Hello Enid. I’m doin’ well. How‘re you?” the ravenette responded— rather clearly in fact —but Enid still struggled to hear what she said. Partially because Wednesday’s voice came out softer than she had expected, and with a slight scratchy rasp to it, like she’d been coughing a lot.

But mostly because as soon as Wednesday had recognized who it was— and the blonde knew the exact moment because there had been this little spark in her eye when the knowledge had hit home —she had smiled.

Really smiled.

To Enid!

And the wolf would swear to anyone or anything that it was like watching dark clouds part to reveal the full moon in all its glory.

It was wide.

It was soft.

It.

Had.

Dimples!

And Enid loved it so much that when it faded away she felt like crying.

“Enid?” Wednesday asked, brow furrowed and looking at her with red eyes now showing concern.

Enid flinched, realizing Wednesday had asked her a question and she’d just been staring at her like an idiot.

“Fine! Sorry, ye-yeah, I’m fine! Totes fine!”

“Totes gay is more like it,” Yoko snickered quietly as she and Divina moseyed behind the wolf to a love-seat at the side of the room.

Enid glared at them, noticing that they’d chosen a seat that let them see the screen and the couch at the same time; no doubt so they could enjoy the ‘entertainment’ on both.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Wednesday said, the blonde whipping her head back to find that the smile had returned, even if it was a bit smaller than before.

Alright; Yoko might have a slight point.

“Great!” the blonde grinned, internally screaming at herself to chill. “Hey, do you mind if I borrow Ajax for a bit?”

To Enid’s surprise the psychic’s smile dropped quickly down into a frown. And not just to her neutral face; a frown.

“Are you going off to ‘make out’ with him?” Wednesday asked grumpily.

“Wha– No! We broke up months ago; remember?”

The psychic’s face scrunched up, clearly trying to remember and Enid died a little more inside at the unprecedented cuteness.

“Ah. Yes. I recall now,” Wednesday eventually acknowledged, the frown relaxing but not completely disappearing. “So you are just friends then?”

“Yes, Wends,” Enid smiled, “Just friends.”

“Harold,” Divina whispered behind the blonde making Yoko cackle. Enid flipped them off without turning around— eyes only for Wednesday —using her own body to block the gesture from dark brown eyes.

“Very well,” the ravenette smiled again, turning to look at the gorgon at the opposite end of the couch, “Ajax; Enid wishes to speak to you.”

“Huh?” the boy blinked as he was drawn into the conversation, his eyes almost as red as Wednesday’s. “Oh, yeah, sure.”

“Be right back!” Enid promised her roommate as she followed Ajax, Xavier encouraging the boy to keep going into the library.

Closing the door quietly behind her, the wolf turned on the gorgon and demanded, “Explain.”

Ajax raised his hands in the universal sign for ‘please calm down and/or don’t kill me’, “I think you guys might be making a bigger deal out of this than necessary–”

“You got our resident psychopath high, ‘Jax,” Xavier cut him off, “That is a big deal on so many levels!”

“But she’s been, like, super chill,” Ajax argued back, “Seriously we’ve been down here for– what time is it?”

“Half past four,” Enid answered automatically.

“Aw, we missed four twenty,” the gorgon pouted before shaking his head to refocus. “Anyway we’ve been down here for, like, two or three hours and we’ve been fine.”

“Hours?!” Xavier whisper-screeched.

“Just– Start at the beginning,” Enid finally snapped, “How the hell did you convince Wednesday, ‘the only drugs I like are poisons’, Addams to do pot with you?!”

“...That’s a weird middle name but it fits her.”

““Ajax!””

“Okay okay! I was coming back to school from–” he paused and peeked over his shoulder; as if there was a chance of someone overhearing them in their secret clubhouse, “–picking up my supplies from Uncle Kettle, and–”

“Time out–” Xavier interrupted, “You get your pot from a guy named Uncle Kettle?”

“Yeah? So?”

“Xavier, is this really the time?!”

“...Pot from Kettle?”

“What is with you guys and getting hung up on his name?” Ajax tilted his head like a puppy, “Even Wednesday said the same thing.”

“So you ran into Wednesday after seeing Uncle Kettle?” Enid asked, trying to get the conversation back on track.

“Yeah! I was walking by the bee house as she was leaving it. We were both headed back to school and so we wound up walking together.”

“And you just happened to talk about pot?” Xavier wondered.

“Well, I was talking about pot. I was wondering if I should smoke what I’d just got or try baking brownies and I guess I said it out loud because she started asking me about it and we got to talking. I explained how this particular batch is more potent than what I usually get, so I wasn’t sure if I should risk trying to bake with it or just ‘ppreciate it as is, ya know? She asked how potent, I said I wouldn’t recommend it for her first time since, ya know, she’s so tiny, and then she got all miffed.”

“Oh no,” Enid winced, even knowing what had already happened.

“She is, though!”

“I know that, you know that, and she knows that, but that doesn’t mean you point it out, Ajax!” the blonde forced out through her teeth. “You know how stubborn she can get!”

“Well now I do!” Ajax defended. “So yeah, she said she could handle anything and demanded to try some to prove me wrong and I had wanted someone to hang with anyway so I went ‘fuck it, let’s do it!’”

“Of course you did,” Xavier groused, rubbing his temple.

“So we came down here for privacy and when I asked her how she wanted to do it– like, bowl or joint –she asked what way was ‘most efficient’, so I–”

“–Oh no,” Xavier groaned.

“–Showed her how to use a grav bong.”

“Ajax. You had Wednesday. Do her first hit of pot. With a gravity bong?!” the artist whisper-shouted.

“I’m sorry, what’s a gravity bong?” Enid asked, confused.

“In a word; effective,” Xavier answered, dragging his hand down his face.

“My point exactly!” Ajax nodded. The taller boy froze before staring at Ajax with an intensity that even Enid felt.

“...Ajax; how much did she have?”

The gorgon started shuffling his feet. “...Alright, in my defense when I was filling the bottle I didn’t think she would take the whole thing in one go!”

“One go?!”

“How big of a bottle did you use, Ajax,” Xavier asked again.

“...A two liter?”

“Ajax!”

“I didn’t think it would all fit! She’s like, so tiny!”

“What is he talking about?!” Enid asked Xavier.

“Our stoner here decided to give Wednesday two liters of condensed, highly potent marijuana smoke!”

“...Actually it’s less than two ‘cause of ya know, cutting off the bottom of the bottle–”

“–Not the point!”

“So Wednesday is, like, super high right now?!” Enid clarified.

“Very!”

“-Yeah and like I said, she’s been nothing but chill!”

“What have you guys even been doing for the past few hours?” she asked the gorgon.

“Documentaries,” Ajax answered casually.

“...What.”

“Yeah, we’ve been watching documentaries on stuff.”

“...Such as?” Xavier wondered.

“Well, first we watched one on this serial killer dude– I let Day pick first since she looked a little freaked when shit started taking effect, figuring it would help calm her down.”

“She looked freaked?!” Enid wasn’t sure if she wanted to scream or tear her hair out or both.

“You call her ‘Day’? And she lets you?!”

“Xavier, is that really the part you wanna focus on?!”

“It was actually kinda interesting,” Ajax continued, ignoring both of their outbursts, “And her giggles are really cute.”

“You...You heard her giggle?!” The blonde had to fight herself to keep from grabbing the gorgon by the front of his hoodie and shaking him.

“Wednesday? Giggled?” Xavier blinked like his mind physically could not handle this concept.

“Yeah! I mean she had to explain to me a few times why she thought something was funny— and to be honest I only got, like, half of them —but honestly, worth it. I’ve never seen her this relaxed.”

Enid’s mind bounced between Wednesday giggling, being relaxed, and being relaxed enough to giggle.

“Oh hey! Watch this!” Ajax popped the door back open before either of them could stop him. “Hey Day!”

“Cease calling me that,” Wednesday answered, though she did turn her head towards him. Yoko and Divina mouthed the word ‘Day’ at them from behind her, looking completely bemused.

“Thighs!”

Everyone’s jaws dropped as Wednesday snickered; only once, but still hard enough for her shoulders to jerk slightly.

“With barbecue sauce,” she shot back, full on grinning now.

“Yes please!” The pair laughed— sweet baby Jesus, Wednesday is laughing —for a moment before Wednesday’s focus once more returned to the images on the screen, now showing some sort of snake while a voice narrated.

“Am I dead? I’m dead aren’t I?” Xavier whispered as he tried to process...everything.

“See? Cute!” Ajax grinned at them.

“Ajax, they’re focusing on another snake,” Wednesday called, without turning around, “It’s the horned viper.”

“Ey, my baby!” the gorgon whooped as he leapt over the back of the couch. His landing back into his previous seat caused the ravenette to bounce out of her own seat temporarily; though she either didn’t notice or minded.

Giving himself a shake, Xavier waved Enid back a few steps from the door before closing it again.

“Okay, you see my concern, right?” he asked, whispering despite the barrier between him and the subject in question.

“Yeah I can,” Enid groaned, dragging her hands through her hair before dropping them to her hips, “Thanks for calling.”

“Of course,” he shrugged, “If anyone in school can keep Wednesday calm, it’s you.”

Choosing to ignore the flutter that caused in her, Enid pressed on, “So what’s our plan here? We can’t exactly ‘snap-snap’ our fingers and make her instantly sober.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Xavier sighed, scratching the back of his head.

“...She does seem pretty calm though?”

“She’s calm now,” the artist pointed out, “But this is Wednesday we’re talking about here.”

“Oh come on!” Enid bristled, offended on her roommate’s behalf, “She’s not that bad.”

“Normally; but right now she is on a drug that is known for removing things like impulse control and causing straight up paranoia! Not exactly the best combo for a freakin’ Addams of all things; let alone this one!”

“...Okay, yeah, that’s fair!” the blonde begrudgingly conceded, “So we’ll just– I don’t know– watch her, then! Make sure she doesn’t do anything too crazy.”

“...I don’t have any better ideas, so we’ll go with yours.”

“Good. Okay. So we’ll just keep her calm and— more importantly —keep her down here.” Enid didn’t need to add that hopefully keeping Wednesday away from anything that could aggravate her— i.e. the majority of the school’s population —would help keep damages to a minimum.

Hopefully.

“Right,” Xavier nodded, opening the door and gesturing through, “After you.”

The pair reentered the room and the wolf immediately returned to her previous spot just in front of Wednesday.

“Hey Wends,” Enid called softly once more, melting a little when Wednesday locked eyes and smiled at her again, “Mind if I sit next to you?”

“That’s fine,” the ravenette answered, unnecessarily scooting over so that Enid could have the spot between her and the couch arm, even though there was already more than enough room for the blonde in the middle of the couch. Choosing not to comment on the decision, the wolf simply said thanks and plopped down next to her roommate, who hummed back in response.

“What are we watching?”

“A documentary on various venomous creatures ‘round the world,” Wednesday answered readily, the barest slurring rounding out her usually crisp words.

“Cool,” Enid nodded, “So, how are you feeling?” She winced at herself and corrected, “I mean– how’s it feel? You know; being high?”

“Hm,” the psychic hummed, head tilted up slightly in thought. Enid didn’t think she’d ever seen Wednesday make this many expressions and gestures in a single sitting; the girl usually made a point to stay as still and neutrally faced as possible. Like a gothic little mannequin.

“It feels–” Wednesday started, getting Enid to refocus on the conversation, “–Like I have several pendulums swinging at once over a pit— such as in Poe’s story —all hanging from the same spot. My thoughts are scattered and thinking is...fuzzy. But every once in a while, the pendulums all line up in a straight line at their lowest point, and it’s like I’m not impaired at all.”

Well that’s...something?

“Shit, Day,” Ajax said reverently from his end of the couch, “That sounds fucking epic.”

“Thank you. ...Don’t call me Day.”

“Oh shit!” the gorgon exclaimed, sitting up so suddenly both girls jerked from both surprise and from the couch shaking, “Xav! You should draw it!”

“Yes!” Wednesday stated, staring Xavier down with wide red eyes.

Xavier’s mouth dropped open— either out of surprise or to protest —but he just heaved a sigh before standing up.

“Alright, fine,” he said, walking over to a bag Enid hadn’t noticed dumped on the ground besides the door, “But only because the concept sounds interesting!”

“Yeah man!” Ajax grinned, hand held up for a fist bump that the artist begrudgingly tapped on his way back to his seat. Xavier had just dropped back down— sketchpad, charcoal, and rag in hand —when his brow furrowed.

“Hold up; if the pendulums can line up, doesn’t that mean they’ll hit each other and just, like, stop?”

Wednesday and Ajax tilted their heads at the same time in thought— making Enid bite her lip to keep from squealing at the cuteness of a visibly befuddled Wednesday —before the psychic went, “...Ah. He’s right. How annoying.”

“So maybe they, like, go through each other?” Ajax offered, eyes squinted in thought.

“Hm. But how?”

“Tsukumogami,” Yoko stated casually from where she was lounging with Divina.

“Bless you,” Ajax said while Wednesday’s eyes went wide again in excitement.

“Can they have abilities similar to typical ghosts?” she asked the vampire.

“I mean, it’s a spirit that’s decided to possess an object, so I don’t see why they couldn’t fuck with the rules a bit,” Yoko reasoned with a shrug and a smirk.

“What are we talking about now?” Enid asked, fully lost.

“Ghost pendulums could exist and therefore my pendulums can phase through each other,” Wednesday explained, facing Enid with a grin.

“Oh fuck yes!” Ajax cheered, arms in the air, “Xavier make it happen with your thingamabob!”

Xavier threw his drawing hand out in exasperation. “How the hell do you expect me to– ...Oh fuck it, I’ll figure it out,” he groused defeatedly, settling back into his seat with his pad on his crossed knee.

“Yeah you will! Know why?” the gorgon grinned, pointing at the artist emphatically, “‘Cause you, are the man!”

“He’s certainly a man,” Wednesday added dryly.

“Such praise. Much wow,” Xavier drawled, not looking up as he began to make sweeping motions with his charcoal.

The odd group sat relaxedly watching the show for a while.

More or less.

To be more specific:

Wednesday and Ajax were watching— and commenting on —whatever happened on screen.

Enid was watching Wednesday and alternating between internally cooing to herself about how adorable anything the ravenette did was and berating herself for losing focus/thirsting over her impaired friend.

Yoko and Divina were watching the roommates and cackling quietly to themselves and heckling Enid with texts telling her to essentially grow a spine, admit she was down bad and then do something about it.

And Xavier was ignoring all of them as he contentedly fell into his drawing zone.

It was an overall quiet atmosphere.

One that was unceremoniously popped when the door burst open, revealing a pile of paper bags with legs from behind it.

“What is up, party people!” the voice of Kent called, shortly followed by his head peeking out from the mound of bags in his arms with a massive grin, “I come bearing food and booze!”

“Uh huh, yeah, and if you could keep bearing the goods all the way into the room, I’d appreciate it,” Bianca’s voice drawled, as she gently shoved the long-haired siren further into the room; walking in after him while carrying a medium-sized cooler with both hands and closing the door with her foot.

“Bianca? Kent?” Enid asked, head cocked as she twisted in her seat to see them. “What are you two doing here?”

“D said we were having a party and to bring supplies!” Kent explained, handing one clinking bag to a grinning Yoko before upending the other two over the coffee table in a veritable waterfall of chips, pretzels, and bagged candies.

“Yoko texted me saying Addams was ‘high-as-fuck’,” Bianca explained, air-quotes included after she handed the cooler off to Divina with a nod of thanks, “And there was no way I was missing that!”

“I fail to see what would be so amusing at my being impaired,” Wednesday stated, also twisting in her seat to see the siren who was still standing behind the couch; inadvertently leaning against Enid when she did so.

Bianca whistled lowly as she leaned in to get a better look at the goth, “Those are some red eyes you got, Addams.”

Said eyes squinted and Wednesday’s head tilted the slightest bit to the side. “My eyes are dark brown, not red.”

“Sh-She meant the whites of your eyes, Wends,” Enid explained, clearing her throat and pointedly trying not to think about the smaller body pressing into her.

“Ah,” Wednesday hummed before twisting forward again, “They do feel a bit dry...”

“Which means it’s the perfect time for drinks!” Yoko cackled as she quickly but carefully emptied the paper bag Kent had handed her onto the bar along the wall, pulling out several bottles of alcohol, soda and even more from underneath it. “Hey Day, what do you want to drink?”

Wednesday sighed heavily as a wide-eyed Bianca mouthed the word ‘Day’ to Enid, who could only shrug.

“That is not my name and I...” she trailed off, head tilted in thought for a moment, “...would like a water.” Enid poked her in the arm and she sighed again, “Please.”

“Can do! Ice or no ice?” Yoko asked, shooting her a thumbs up before pulling a pack of solo cups from the seemingly bottomless cupboard. She would have rather tried to get the goth drunk on top of being high— which hopefully would lead to her getting on top of someone else —but she wasn’t the type to force alcohol on people when they didn’t want it.

“Ice. Please,” Wednesday replied, smiling at Enid when the wolf smiled proudly at her for remembering her manners this time.

“I’ll take a long island iced tea when you get a chance; please,” Bianca drawled at Yoko with a grin.

“You and your damn long islands,” the vampire groused teasingly, passing Wednesday’s ice water to the siren as she passed by.

“Quit making them taste so good and I’ll quit ordering them.”

“All my shit tastes good! I can’t help it! But you can help by not ordering a drink with five different kinds of alcohol in it!”

“It’s how it’s made!”

“It’s excessive, is what it is!”

“Do you two have to do this every time?” Divina asked from her reclaimed spot in the love seat.

““Yes!”” the pair chirped in unison, though they did drop it at the third siren’s less than enthused face. Kent began pestering Yoko about his own drink and Bianca handed Wednesday her cup— only slightly amazed when the goth said ‘Thank you’ unprompted by a certain werewolf —before claiming the spot on Wednesday’s left.

“So Addams; how you feeling?”

“Swinging pendulums over a pit,” Ajax answered before the goth could, mid-sip as she was of her water.

“Do what now?”

“Wednesday described being high as though her thoughts were multiple pendulums— with blades, I’m assuming?” Xavier asked, looking up from his drawing pad to get Wednesday’s nod of confirmation, “Of course —bladed pendulums swinging over a pit, and when they all line up in the center she feels sober until they fall back out of sync.”

“Xavier is being useful for once ‘nd drawing it for me now,” Wednesday drawled.

Xavier opened his mouth to argue, but closed it again after a moment, making Bianca snort lightly.

“I see... So how would you say you feel in a physical sense?”

The psychic hummed as she considered herself. “...My eyes feel dry— though the water is helping —and my vision doesn’t seem as well-connected as it usually is; there is a noticeable delay when I turn my head rapidly in any direction. I also keep coughing on occasion, but that makes me feel like I have the plague so it’s acceptable–”

“Well naturally,” Bianca deadpanned.

“–But overall I feel...” Wednesday tilted her head, her eyes slowly roaming about as she tried to find the right words, mumbling a litany under her breath “...warm, comfortable, complacent–no, that’s not it–”

“Content?” Enid shyly offered, prompting the ravenette to look at her contemplatively.

“...Content? Hm. Yes; that sounds right. I feel content. Thank you,” Wednesday nodded at Enid and turned back to Bianca, “I feel content.”

“Sounds good,” Bianca nodded as if she hadn’t heard her already say that. “So, what prompted you to want to get high anyway?”

“Ajax claimed I couldn’t.”

“I did not!” the gorgon objected, leaning so far forward to see her around Bianca that he nearly fell off the couch. “I just said that this particular pot would be too much for your first time since you’re so tiny!”

“Yet here I stand; perfectly fine,” Wednesday said smugly.

“Uh, Wends?” Enid said, poking her slightly with an amused smile, “You’re sitting.”

“Hm?”

“You’re sitting right now; not standing.”

Wednesday blinked at her for a moment before looking down to find that she was, in fact, fully seated.

“...Ah. I’ve misspoken. Hm.” She looked mildly embarrassed about it, until Enid gently patted her hand comfortingly, making her smile softly.

“So you–” Bianca started, staring Ajax down, “–Told Wednesday— to her face —that she couldn’t handle something and expected her to not take that as a challenge?”

“...Yes?” Ajax shrugged before yelping as a bag of chips pelted him in the side of the head.

“Dude! Can’t believe you didn’t invite me first?!” Kent whined as he grabbed a bag of warheads and chucked them at Ajax’s head too.

“I’m sorry,” Ajax raised his hands, catching the bag sheepishly, “It was originally just me and Day here! Then Xavier showed up and he invited the girls and it just kinda went from there?!”

Kent glare pouted at him for a few moments longer before shrugging, “Alright, fair. There any weed left?”

“Yeah man!” Ajax grinned, hopping unsteadily up from the couch. “Picked it up fresh from Uncle Kettle today!”

“Sweet!”

“Uncle Kettle?” Bianca asked the room at large.

“Why does everyone keep commenting on the fact that I get my pot from a guy called Kettle?”

“‘Cause pots and kettles can both hold water and leaves; duh,” Kent explained before anyone else could.

“Ohhhhhh!”

Several people opened their mouths to interject that ‘no, that is not what everyone has thought up to now’, but they all promptly closed them again when they realized the futility of the attempt.

“How you two managed to be invited into this club is beyond me,” Wednesday drawled.

“I followed Divina down here one night and bugged them until they let me join,” Kent said smugly.

“Legacy,” Ajax grinned, hand raised.

Wednesday threw Bianca a look as the two boys left for the designated smoking room.

“Barclay–”

“I know, I know,” the siren sighed and slouched back on the couch, “Honestly the pair of them aren’t that bad. ...Once you get used to them.”

“You’ve gotten used to Kent already?” Divina snarked from her seat, “Good job! Took me twenty-five years!”

“...Wait...” Enid said, eyes squinting, “Divina, aren’t you two only twenty-one?”

“I said what I said,” the siren smirked before turning her sights on Wednesday. “Hey Day, could you pass me that bag of Doritos?”

“My name is Wednesday,” the ravenette growled.

“Which is a long name to spell and as such deserves a nickname,” Divina quipped, sharing an amused glance with Yoko as she continued to mix Bianca’s drink. “And I like ‘Day’. It’s short. Just like you.”

A thunk emanated from behind her, prompting Divina to turn around to investigate. She didn’t find anything until she looked up towards the ceiling and found a knife jutting out from high up the wall. Spinning back around showed Wednesday, arm still outstretched, looking perplexedly at where her weapon had ended up.

“Hey now!”

“Whoa!”

“God damn it, who let her keep her knives?!”

“Wends!”

“Damn; my coordination is even more ‘mpaired than I thought,” Wednesday pouted as she stood up, walking over to the wall in a somewhat straight line. She paused next to a mildly shell-shocked Divina and said, “Cease calling me that name; I don’t like it.”

“Oh c’mon, Wends,” Enid called; fortunately used enough to her roommate’s more violent tendencies by now that she could recover fairly quickly, “It’s just a nickname; a term of endearment! It shows that they like you!”

“A grievous error on their part,” the ravenette quipped as she stepped up to the wall and contemplated how she would get her knife back.

“Can’t you let them have it? Please?” the werewolf whined, eyes wide and hands clasped together, “For me?”

“I’m sorry; is the nickname part what we should really be concerned about right now?!” Bianca all but screeched from where she was splayed out on the couch.

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Xavier drawled as he tried to erase the line he’d accidentally scratched into his sketchpad, relaxed again after seeing where Wednesday’s knife had landed. “Weems only lets Wednesday have one knife while on campus and it’s stuck in the wall now.” He looked up and met the ravenette’s eyes as she partially turned around, “And it’s going to stay in the wall, ‘cause I’m the only one who could reach it now and I am definitely not getting it down for you.”

“‘Mazing how well you can draw while being such a wet blanket,” Wednesday snarked as she met his gaze head on. Her steely if red-glazed glare noticeably softened when she finally caught the puppy-dog look Enid was throwing at her.

“...Fine. The people in this room–” she stated firmly, “–may call me ‘Day’ when we are all in private.”

“And Ajax and Kent?” Enid needled.

Wednesday sighed but nodded. “And Ajax and Kent.”

“Annnnnnd?”

The psychic cocked her head in question until the blonde turned her head very pointedly at a still frozen Divina. She sighed again when she realized what her roommate was after.

“Enid–”

“Wednesday.”

Wednesday huffed but nevertheless turned to face the seated siren.

“Gemson, I...apologize for throwing a knife at–” she paused and eyed where her knife had ultimately ended up, “–your general direction.”

“Y-Yeah, no, it’s cool,” Divina said, returning to her usual sitting position, “I took it too far. Sorry I called you short.”

Wednesday blinked at the unexpected apology, turning around to hide her perplexed look. Instead of dwelling on the warmth now rising in her cheeks, she focused instead on the task at hand.

Namely, retrieving her knife.

“Forget it, Addams,” Yoko chuckled, finally recovered from her girlfriend having a knife thrown towards her, “The only way you’d get up that high is if you stood on a chair. And I seriously doubt anyone is gonna give you one until you sober up.”

The small seer huffed again and returned her gaze to her knife, mulling over her predicament. The room watched her look at the knife for a minute before her head turned to the empty corner only a few feet to her right.

She stared at the side wall.

Then at the knife.

And then took several large steps to her left.

“Wait... Wait a minu–Wends!” Enid squealed as Wednesday ran towards and then up the wall, kicking off it high and far enough that her right hand managed to wrap securely around her knife’s handle.

“Oh shit!” Yoko yelped, almost throwing the drink she was mixing in surprise.

The knife had been embedded deep enough in the wall— and the girl herself was so light —that she managed to hang there for a split second before it finally dislodged and she fell back down to the floor. Her landing was incredibly wobbly; she actually had to catch the back of Divina’s chair for balance before she could fully stand up again. Fortunately she managed not to accidentally impale herself.

Wednesday looked at the knife clutched in her hand and then outright grinned triumphantly at Enid, holding her prize up gleefully.

“Gr-Great job, Wends,” Enid stuttered, throwing her high roommate an awkward thumbs up as Wednesday wobbled back to the couch.

“How can someone look cute and terrifying at the same time...” Bianca mumbled.

“I stopped asking that question years ago,” Xavier groaned, rubbing his temple with one charcoal coated finger.

“What’d we miss?” Ajax coughed as he and Kent re-entered the room.

“Ad-Addams tried to kill Divina, said we could call her ‘Day’ and then did som-some parkour,” Yoko explained, shaking as she tried to contain her laughter.

“Oh shit! Addams got a nickname?!” Kent beamed.

“That’s what you’re focused on?!” Bianca screeched.

This is amazeballs, Yoko grinned as she took in the scene before her. Wednesday fucking Addams was high as a fucking kite and Enid looked three seconds away from squealing in delight every time the tiny girl so much as looked at her.

So far her favorite part of the evening was when Xavier got far enough in his drawing to show the rough draft to Wednesday, and— rather than getting up off of the couch —the girl had crawled over Bianca in order to get a better look. The siren had sat there, hands up in the air, looking completely confused about why she suddenly had a lap full of psychic, while Wednesday had asked Xavier if he could add some filigrees to the blades he’d drawn so far.

And Enid— poor, poor Enid —had her face turn bright red once she realized that Wednesday’s new position gave her a very nice view of the seer’s black-jean clad ass.

And Yoko managed to capture a picture of all of them in the moment; including Ajax and Kent, who were just happy to see what Xavier had done so far.

Gods, I love my life, the vampire grinned as she showed off her pic to Divina.

Things took a less than fun turn, however, when Wednesday tensed up some time later, her face the saddest Yoko had ever seen it.

“Wends? What’s wrong?” Enid asked, immediately noticing when something had changed.

“Tha’ one looks like Nero,” Wednesday mumbled. Yoko looked at the screen to find it showing what the narrator dubbed a ‘black emperor scorpion’.

“Oh Wends...” the blonde winced, gently resting her hand on the ravenette’s thigh while Wednesday just stared at the screen.

“What’s a Nero?” Kent asked from his spot on the floor by Ajax.

“Her pet scorpion she had as a kid,” Enid answered softly, eyes never leaving the ravenette’s.

“Why am I surprised you have a scorpion as a pet,” Bianca sighed as she took a sip of her long island.

She nearly choked on it when she saw tears start to well up in Wednesday’s eyes.

“Had... Had a scorpion as a pet,” Wednesday sniffed, rubbing aggressively at her eyes with one sleeve. “He-He was murdered by some kids when I was six.”

“They were jerks,” Enid stated, drawing the goth into a hug. Yoko’s jaw— and everyone else’s —dropped when not only did Wednesday accept the hug, she returned it, half burying her head in the wolf’s shoulder.

“Snf– The-They just– Ran him over like it was nothing–”

“I know.”

“He didn’t do anythin’ wrong!”

“I know.”

The room fell silent save for the tears shed by the usually stoic as stone girl. The Nightshades were lost on what they should do. They each had the natural urge to comfort or try to diffuse the situation somehow, per their respective personalities, but how did one do that with a high Wednesday Addams?

With a sharp intake of air, the goth pulled out of Enid’s purposely loose hug, wiping at her own face once and then— with a look of horror at the wetness now coating it —vigorously with both hands.

“No no no-” Wednesday cried, her distress increasing in every word. She stood up from the couch in one swift if janky motion and the silence became frozen as everyone realized at once what was happening.

Wednesday Addams was crying.

Wednesday Addams was, by and large, one of the proudest people in the school and hated to show emotions— to show any feelings whatsoever —and she was crying. In front of others, no less.

She could be nigh unpredictable on most days. Being high could very well make it so much worse.

Nobody moved, not even Ajax or Kent, as Wednesday bolted around the couch and out of the room.

Nobody except for Enid, who was already hot on her heels.

Chapter Text

Shitshitshitshit, Enid chanted in her head as she chased after Wednesday. With luck and an extra burst of wolf-speed, she just managed to get around the small panicked ravenette, standing between her and the stairs.

“They saw, they saw-” Wednesday muttered in between sobs, “-I can’t-I don’t want-” Her hands fluttered about frantically. Mostly around her face and the tears that streamed down them, but every now and again they would shoot down to where Enid knew her knife was hidden, but she hadn’t drawn it. Yet. Her eye liner was running so much she looked like grief and panic personified.

“I know, I know,” Enid said in a calm voice, her hands raised up; partially to show that she was unarmed and not a threat, but also in case she needed to grab Wednesday if she tried to bolt past her. “It’s okay-”

“It’s not okay!” the ravenette cried, twisting the blonde’s heart with every word. “I promised- I promised myself that I would never- never- Nononono-” Wednesday’s breathing became shorter and faster until she was gasping for air.

Oh fuck, Enid realized, She’s having a panic attack.

“Wednesday, am I here?” Enid shot out desperately.

“W-What?” Wednesday asked bemusedly; the randomness of the question throwing her enough to cause her crying to pause, even if only for a moment.

“Am I here, right now, standing in front of you?” the blonde asked insistently.

“...Y-Yes?”

“That’s right,” Enid nodded, taking a few slow steps towards her raven. “I’m here. And so long as I am here then you are safe, okay? I know it doesn’t feel like you are, but I swear to you that I have your back. You’re safe.”

She took a risk and slowly raised her arms up once she was in reach. Enid didn’t grab Wednesday’s arms, but she did place the palm of her hands gently against her sleeves; just enough for the ravenette to feel her warmth, but in a way that she could easily move away if she wished. Pressing without gripping.

“You’re okay,” she repeated, ducking down to meet Wednesday’s gaze. “The only people who have seen you are our friends, and if they so much as think about telling anyone, I’ll- I’ll-”

What’s would Wednesday do? ...Aha!

“-I’ll skin them alive and, and let you watch!”

As she’d hoped, the violent threat amused the ravenette; she even got a tiny crack of a smile. Enid pushed on, encouraged by the progress.

“So all you need to focus on is breathing, okay? Just in... And out...” Enid demonstrated, exaggerating her breathing again and again.

For several moment she feared that Wednesday wouldn’t copy her, the dark red-rimmed eyes still darting every which way so quickly that Enid could barely keep track of them.

But then, Wednesday took a breath. Not a big one, but more deliberate than the one that had come before it. Then she did it again, a little longer. In and out, each time going a little deeper, a little longer, and a little smoother.

“That’s it,” Enid encouraged, unthinkingly rubbing her hands gently up and down the smaller girl’s biceps. To her credit, Wednesday didn’t seem to mind. Enid could almost trick herself into thinking the seer was actually leaning into her hands at times, but she shook the thought off. She had more pressing things to worry about.

After what felt like an eternity, Wednesday’s breathing finally returned to its normal cadence. She seemed to sag in Enid’s arms until it felt like the only thing keeping her up were the blonde’s hands on her arms.

“I knew you could do it!” Enid beamed quietly. “Know why?”

“’Cause...‘Cause you’re here?” Wednesday questioned.

“Well, yes-” Enid shrugged; she’d mostly said that to shock the ravenette out of her panic attack, but she did mean it. She would always have Wednesday’s back.

For as long as Wednesday would have her.

“-Buuuut it’s also because you’re Wednesday Fucking Addams; badass extraordinaire!” she finished with a fancy hand wave about the ravenette’s person.

“That’s not what the F stands for,” Wednesday drawled, looking more in control of herself.

“You actually have a middle name?” How did I not know that? “And it starts with F?”

“Yes; F for Friday,” Wednesday nodded simply, “After the day I was born.”

“...Yeah, no, that makes perfect sense,” Enid nodded, deciding that there were far worse things someone from a family of Festers, Pugsleys, and Morticias could be called. Wednesday rubbed at her eyes again and she and Enid both winced as her hand came away blackened by her ruined make-up.

“Is there a bathroom down here?” the blonde asked; she honestly didn’t spend too much time down here. A bit too gloomy for her tastes.

Wednesday led her over to a different door, pushing it open to reveal quite a quaint little bathroom. While she closed it behind them, Enid immediately raided the drawers beneath the sink; handing Wednesday a packet of wet-wipes triumphantly before resuming her digging.

“What are you lookin’ for?” Wednesday asked tiredly as she diligently set to work removing the black streaks on her face.

“Any bathroom that Yoko uses will almost always- Aha!” Enid stood up after checking the bottom-most drawer, holding her prize in the form of a tiny black plastic box.

“-Always have an emergency make-up kit!” she grinned, popping it open and drawing out a black-tipped eye liner pencil.

“Clever,” Wednesday drawled, meeting Enid’s gaze in the mirror for a moment before resuming the task of cleaning her face.

Enid ignored the swoop her stomach gave. She then mentally kicked it for good measure.

It was just a compliment, she told herself. Nothing more. It could have been towards Yoko, too! Though it’s more likely Yoks just left it here on accident rather than on purpose. But Wednesday doesn’t need to know that.

When she had finished, Wednesday reached her hand— her very unsteady looking hand —towards the eye liner in Enid’s hand. The blonde instinctively held it away from her, fighting down the urge to coo at the resulting pout on the ravenette’s now clean face.

“Uh, maybe I should do it?” she offered tentatively.

“I’m capable of doing my own make-up, Enid,” Wednesday drawled, slowly swiping for the pencil again.

“You mean how you were capable of hitting Divina with a knife earlier?” Enid deadpanned.

Wednesday paused her futile attempts to grab the eye liner from the blonde’s longer reach, considering her point.

“...Fine,” she eventually mumbled.

“Yay!” Enid squealed, nudging Wednesday until the light over the mirror hit her face better. “I promise I’ll be quick.”

Wednesday hummed and stood at attention, her focus squarely on Enid’s face.

“Alright,” Enid grinned, with a small gulp, Moon, I love her eyes- “Look up, please?”

Wednesday obliged and the werewolf set to work as quick as she could, focusing extra hard on making her line work as neat as possible. The eye on her right went easily enough, but the other eye was in shadow, so without thinking Enid brought her left hand up and gently turned Wednesday’s face until more of it caught the light. Wednesday had gone along with it so easily that at first Enid hadn’t even realized that she had done it at all. She only noticed when she put the knuckles of the same hand to the smaller girl’s chin to move her back so she could assess how even her work was.

Again, Wednesday followed her direction, this time dark eyes flicking down to meet blues ones for a long moment. Or two.

Kn-Knock! Went the door, making them both snap out of the moment just before the door began to move.

“Everything okay?” asked Yoko as she stuck her head through the now cracked open door.

“Yeah, we’re all good!” Enid grinned, taking a quick step back out of Wednesday’s personal space and trying to ignore how flushed her own cheeks felt.

“Great. We were all getting a bit worried,” Yoko explained, reminding Enid that there were other people in the vicinity.

“Do you want to go back to the party-” she asked Wednesday, “-or go back to our room?”

“I can grab your stuff if you’re ready to call it a night,” Yoko offered, jerking one thumb over her shoulder, “They won’t even mind if you don’t say bye.”

Wednesday leaned against the sink, head tilted in thought. The werewolf and the vampire stayed silent, letting her work her way through to her own decision.

“...I don’t want to climb steps like this,” she eventually drawled, a slight slur fading back into her voice that had vanished temporarily in the face of her unbridled panic.

“Mood,” Yoko nodded solemnly.

“But I...” she swallowed, not quite meeting either of their eyes, “...I don’t want to see...”

“...The rest of that episode?” Enid offered softly. Wednesday nodded.

“Say no more; I’ll tell’em to change it right now,” Yoko drawled, already vacating her spot at the doorway to do so.

“I am so proud of you,” Enid could help but gush, just barely managing to hold herself back from wrapping the tiny girl in a hug.

“For what?” Wednesday asked, head tilted in confusion. “All I’ve done is-is cry, like a child.”

“You did,” the blonde nodded, “But then you let me help. And you even asked Yoko for help!”

“I did not ask-”

“Not outright, no, but you stated what you did not want, giving her a change to oblige on her own. It so counts, and I’m proud of you for trusting us that much. Thank you,” Enid smiled softly, feeling honored at how far the ravenette had let her in past her walls.

Wednesday stood silent for a few moments, looking like she was chewing on Enid’s words, before she eventually mumbled a soft, “You’re welcome.”

“Ready to head back?” Enid suggested, taking a step towards the door, “We can stay as long or as little as you’d like; there’s no where I’d rather be.”

Wednesday hummed an acknowledgment as she walked out of the bathroom. On her way past Enid she bumped into the blonde, but rather than simply bounce off of her the ravenette seemed to drag herself gently along Enid as she went, like a cat rubbing against someone’s leg.

Enid had to bite her tongue to keep from squealing at how cute she thought it was.

When they returned to the sitting room, the screen now showed the main menu of the streaming site they were using, and everyone was too busy nominating what they should play next to pay either of them any mind. Before she sat back down, Enid popped over to Yoko’s side where she was standing at the bar once more.

“Can you make me a drink, please?” Enid asked quietly, mindful of how Wednesday was back at the couch but was still standing and looking at her expectantly. “Something sweet?”

“Thirst finally got to ya, huh?” Yoko smirked as she began gathering ingredients.

“...Yeah,” the blonde quietly admitted. The vampire chuckled softly at the look on her best friend’s face.

“No worries, E. You two will figure your shit out. I just know it.”

“Easier said than done,” Enid sighed before she returned to her place at Wednesday side, the unlikely pair sitting down simultaneously on the couch.

Yoko made sure to put extra alcohol in the blonde’s drink. Just to help her relax a little more. Definitely not for any other reason, nope.

“How about ‘Friday the 13^th’?” Kent offered after they all had been arguing for a while.

“The original or the remake?” Wednesday asked, face already half way to a sneer as she peered at the screen, trying to read it and find out which one he meant.

“Uh, original, of course?” Kent rolled his eyes, “The remake sucks. And the special effects in the oh-gee are so bad that they’re funny!”

Wednesday’s eyes went wide before her hand shot out and grasped Enid’s thigh in a death grip.

“Enid- Enid I agree with Kent on something!” she hissed to the blonde, panic slowly starting to brew in her eyes once more, “I don’t like being high anymore!”

“Ah hell,” Bianca quietly grumbled, cautiously putting her cup on the table in case the ravenette was about to bolt again.

“It’s okay Wends,” Enid said softly, carefully working her hand under Wednesday’s and giving it a little squeeze. “Statistically speaking, you were bound to agree with Kent about something; at least it’s just about a movie?”

“Hey!” the siren boy squawked indignantly, but Bianca shushed him without looking and Enid only had eyes for Wednesday. The ravenette’s breath caught a few times, but as Enid gently smiled at her she visibly focused on breathing slowly and deeply, until her shoulders and eyes relaxed once more.

“That is true,” Wednesday eventually admitted, “I second Kent’s vote for watching ‘Friday the 13^th’.”

“Yay! Thanks, Day!” Kent grinned, holding his closed fist towards her. Wednesday eyed it disdainfully for a moment, but did eventually sigh and tap it, making the siren’s grin even wider.

“Alright, that’s two for ‘Friday the 13^th’,” Ajax called, holding up the remote, “Any other objections?”

“Nah, I’m fine with it,” Divina called.

“Same,” agreed Yoko, handing Enid her drink before retaking her own seat next to her girlfriend.

“I’m down,” Xavier shrugged, still focused on his sketchbook.

“So long as we watch something funny afterwards,” drawled Bianca, grabbing her cup once more off the coffee table.

“Sweet!” beamed Ajax, clicking on the movie. As the film began, showing the camp at night, Enid felt more than saw Wednesday roll her eyes as her body shifted with a sigh.

“Ugh; sing-a-longs.”

“We are literally a minute into the movie,” Bianca sighed, “How are you already complaining?”

“Verbally,” Wednesday drawled, making Enid splutter mid-sip into her drink with laughter.

“She’s gotcha there, B,” Yoko grinned.

“Oh hush, you.”

“I’ve always detested sign-a-longs,” Wednesday continued, uncaring of the friendly insults the two continued to lob at each other. “Ever since Camp Chippewa.”

Enid felt her shudder where their shoulders were brushing each other and cocked her head curiously at the ravenette.

“What happened at Camp Chippewa?”

Wednesday’s face grew haunted for a moment before she whispered, “Disney.”

“Ugh,” Divina sneered, cutting off Enid before she could ask any follow-up questions. She found the siren gagging with her eyes focused on the screen where two characters were looking at each other suggestively, “Hetero bedroom eyes.”

“Right in front of my salad,” Yoko added with a look that mirrored Divina’s on her face.

“What salad?” Wednesday asked confusedly. Enid patted her hand a few times.

“I’ll tell you later. It’s an internet thing.”

“Ah. Then maybe I don’t wish to know.”

“You’ll live just fine in ignorance,” Bianca hummed, taking a sip.

“Thank you very much for your input, Barclay.”

As the scene carried on, with one of the canoodling counselors getting a knife to the stomach, the ravenette further commented, “I can attest that being stabbed in the abdomen like that is very debilitating.”

“When have you ever been stabbed like that?” Bianca asked in disbelief.

“Crackstone stabbed me right after Laurel revived him. Prick.”

“What?!” Enid squeaked, sitting up on the couch. She had half a mind to lift the ravenette’s shirt to check but held herself back just in time.

With her glasses off Yoko’s eyes were on full display as she blinked owlishly at Wednesday and asked, “And you survived this because...?”

“The ghost of my ancestor came and healed me,” Wednesday answered succinctly.

“The what of your what did what?!” Kent said, fully flabbergasted. Yoko blinked a few more times at the calm seer.

“Fucking a, ‘Jax, give me what she’s having!”

““No,”” Divina and Enid said at the same time.

“Boo, you whores.”

“Enid is not a whore!” Wednesday growled lowly, hand en route to her knife until Enid gently but firmly halted its progress.

“She’s kidding, Wends. Please no more knife throwing until the world stops spinning.”

“...Fine. But you’re on thin ice, Tanaka.”

“Noted!” Yoko grinned, casually lifting her drink in a cheer. “Happy to see you defending Enid’s honor, though!”

“Why would I not?” the ravenette quirked an eyebrow before a gurgle to one side caught her attention.

“Enid, are you alright?”

“I-I’m fine, Wends,” Enid stuttered, face so red her sweater looked colorless in comparison, “H-Hey look a dog!” she said pointing at the screen as a distraction.

“Ah yes, first appearance of the first victim,” Kent nodded sagely.

“Shame, I liked her. Dogs really are the best judges of character, eh Enid?” Yoko smirked.

“Damn right we are,” the blonde answered smugly, unconsciously leaning more into Wednesday.

“Always listen to the locals,” Xavier drawled as the scene with Ralph and then the truck driver trying to warn Annie of Camp Blood’s ‘death curse’ played. Everyone in the room hummed in agreement.

“Wednesday is this town a real place?” Enid asked her as she noticed the cemetery sign read ‘HOPE, NJ’.

“The town is, but it’s not nearly as murder-filled as in the movie,” she sighed sadly.

Commentary continued in much the same fashion— “Why don’t guys dress like that anymore?”, “That is poor archery range safety right there.”, “This is why I don’t hitchhike.”, etc —for a while as different characters were introduced and the story continued.

Then the snake scene happened.

“I hate this scene,” Enid mumbled.

“Yeah, it doesn’t really do much for the story,” Kent agreed.

“I heard they killed a real snake and didn’t even tell its handler beforehand,” Ajax added solemnly, “They had to hold him back from attacking the dude holding the machete.”

“It’s so stupid!” Enid growled, “It’s just a little snake! It doesn’t even look like it’s venomous! It was probably helping to keep the rodent population in camp down! Just pick him up and put him outside, you fuckers!”

“Hear hear!” Ajax cheered, spilling a bit of his drink on an unimpressed Bianca as he lifted it up too quickly.

Wednesday stared at the pouting werewolf as she huffed more obscenities under her breath. Under the chaos of Bianca telling Ajax off and the rest of the peanut galleries enjoying that show, Enid just barely heard Wednesday say-

“I want to kiss you.”

It took a few seconds for the words to hit home in the center of the blonde’s brain, but the moment they did she nearly broke her own neck when she whipped it around to stare at the smaller girl, who had at this point already returned her focus to the movie. Enid blinked at Wednesday, questioning whether or not she had heard what she thought she had.

I...I must of misheard her. Yeah! I misheard her! she decided with a nod, taking another sip of her drink.

After all, there’s no way Wednesday would- That she’d actually-

She took a bigger gulp of her drink and kept watching the movie.

Wednesday sat up a few minutes later with a jolt.

“Eugene!” she exclaimed, turning to Enid, “Eugene should be here.”

“Oh yeah! Bianca, can he come?!” Enid asked, perhaps a tad over-enthusiastically.

The siren side-eyed the both of them as she drank from her cup. The psychic and werewolf stared at her expectantly.

“...If I say ‘no’, you’re just going to bring him down here anyway, aren’t you.”

The pair nodded.

“He did help you guys take down Laurel,” Yoko pointed out.

“Yeah! Bring on the Bee-Bro!” Ajax called, “He’s cool!”

“I hope not. Cold temperatures don’t agree with bee physiology,” Wednesday said, perplexed at his statement.

“Oh... -Okay, he’s hot then!”

“Yes man, live your truth!” Kent grinned, giving Ajax a high five, to the gorgon’s happy confusion.

Bianca sighed. “Fine, give him a call. But he had better not tell! We have enough interlopers as is,” she glared lightly at Wednesday.

“Aw, you do like me,” the ravenette said, looking slightly touched.

“How did you take that as a compliment?”

“I’ve learned to stopped questioning it,” Enid giggled as she texted Eugene to come join them.

When Eugene texted a few minutes later, Enid hopped up to let him in. While she was gone Wednesday leaned forward to grab her cup off of the table. Without looking she took a long swig of it, and was bemused to find that her water tasted different. She took a few more gulps, trying to decipher what about the taste was different.

“Uh, Wednesday?” Bianca drawled, nearly breaking her concentration.

“Hm?”

“You know that’s Enid’s, right?”

Wednesday blinked, and peered down into the cup. Sure enough, instead of clear water she found a reddish-orangey colored liquid pooling around floating ice cubes.

“What’s mine?” Enid asked as she returned, Eugene in tow. Wednesday half spun in her seat to try and catch sight of the blonde once she heard her voice.

“Your roomie just downed half of your drink without realizing it wasn’t her water,” the siren sighed, earning giggles from the peanut gallery; save for Xavier, who was too busy internally criticizing the camera work in the half forgotten movie still playing up on the screen while still working on his drawing.

“Untrue,” Wednesday argued, “I knew it wasn’t mine from the first taste. I was simply tryin’ to figure out what someone was ‘ttempting to poison me with.”

“It’s- It’s called alcohol, Day!” Yoko cackled, setting Divina and her brother off again.

“Does it taste good, Wends?” Eugene asked, leaning over her shoulder to smell it. He caught sight of her face and his jaw dropped a little. “Wow! Your eyes are really red!”

“Hm? Oh, Eugene, hello,” Wednesday blinked at him owlishly, “When did you get here?”

“Good grief- Enid, control your roomie.”

“It’s sweet how you think I can,” Enid chuckled, plopping back down into her seat. She gently took her cup back from Wednesday and replaced it with the seer’s water cup instead.

“Thank you,” Wednesday said quietly.

“Welcome,” Enid replied, trying to fight down yet another round of blushing.

“Eugene my dude,” Yoko called as she stood up, “You drink?”

“Uh, thanks but I’m only twenty?” he admitted sheepishly, scratching his head.

“Which means you can’t buy any, but since it’s already bought, do you want any?”

“...Do you have any vodka and juice?”

“Oh, you sweet summer child,” Yoko chuckled as she waved him over to see what she had in stock.

While the vampire set him up, Xavier glanced around the room and noticed they were running a little low on seating. Eugene could simply rough it on the floor with Kent, but there was another option to consider and the artist decided he’d earned a little bit of fun.

“Hey Wednesday,” he called, waiting until the ravenette’s red eyes were on him before he continued, “Couch looks a little crowded. Why don’t you scootch closer to Enid so that Eugene has somewhere to sit?”

Enid choked on her drink— again —while Wednesday narrowed her eyes and surveyed the couch situation for herself. Finding what he said to be true, she nodded and pushed her body as close to the blonde’s as she could without actually getting onto her lap.

“Ah, thanks Wednesday!” Eugene grinned as he sat down between her and Bianca, “What are we watching?”

While Wednesday explained what had happened so far in the movie— and Enid quietly suffered a death she wouldn’t avert for a million dollars, oh my moon she’s so warm —Bianca caught Xavier’s eye over Ajax’s beanie-covered head. He met her gaze and, when she raised an eyebrow in question at him, Xavier simply smiled smugly and returned to his sketchbook.

Chuckling lowly she shook her head at his antics and leaned back into the couch, enjoying the sight of the two Hummers talking next to her and Enid struggling not to combust next to them.

They ate and drank and kept on commenting on the movie until the climax finally arrived and the killer’s motivations were revealed.

“So, she was killing counselors because they failed to keep watch over her son and so he drowned?” asked Eugene, who had never seen the movie before.

“Cor’ect,” Wednesday lightly slurred, the alcohol mixing with the pot already in her system. “I don’ blame her; I did the same for Pugsley.”

“Who, or what, is Pugsley?” asked Yoko.

“My lil’ brother.”

“Did-Did he drown?” Eugene asked gently.

“No- Well, yes, but he’s fine now,” Wednesday said, waving off his concern. “No, he was bein’ bullied by some other boys in school, so I had to ta’e care of them. No one gets to bully my brother except me.”

“Mood,” Divina nodded, raising her cup in salute.

“Now, when you say ‘bullied’...” Bianca wondered aloud, well aware that Addams had a slightly different idea of ‘normal’ than the rest of them.

“Beat him up, hog-tied him, complete with an apple in his mouth, and then shoved him fully in a locker,” Wednesday explained, the familiar anger at finding her brother in such a state appearing as a scowl on her face.

“Oh so you mean bullied-bullied,” Ajax clarified with a nod.

“Yes? Tha’s what I said?”

“So how’d you do it?” Yoko asked, “Get back at them, that is?”

“They were all on the school’s water polo team. So one day during practice I dropped two bags full of hungry piranhas into the pool,” the ravenette said, smiling as she recalled their screams of terror. “Most of them escaped unharmed, sadly, but their ringleader lost a tes’icle.” She chuckled warmly at the memory.

“I wound up getting expelled, but they were among a group that had always hated us, so it was a long time coming in my opinion.”

“Damn…” Bianca whispered, staring at the girl with something between shock and awe.

After a long moment, Kent raised his glass in the air.

“Moment of silence for those poor fucks,” he said solemnly.

“What?!” Enid growled, leaning forward in her seat, claws shooting out so quickly they nearly pierced through her plastic cup.

“What the fuck, Kent?!” Divina demanded, “We are not holding a ‘moment of silence’ for outcast hating bullies!”

“What- No! Fuck those guys-” Kent said aghast, “-I was talking about those poor piranhas! Those poor little dudes got dumped into nasty ass chlorine water, full of nasty ass normies!”

“Were the fish okay?” Xavier wondered, though he tried to hide his interest.

“Sadly no,” Wednesday sighed, “The ones that survived the pool were d’stroyed by animal control, the cowards.”

“...Did you give them a funeral?” Ajax asked, invested now.

“’Course I did,” Wednesday pouted, insulted they would suggest otherwise, “They served me well. Only a lil’ blood was spilled, but they made those boys scream, and that was good ‘nough.”

“Hm,” Bianca hummed before she raised her glass, “Alright then; to the bully-eating piranhas.”

““To the bully-eating piranhas!”” the room cheered loudly, startling Wednesday, who hadn’t expected such a response to her tale. In fact, to the ravenette’s knowledge, her present company were the first people outside of her family to react positively to her story.

It felt...nice, to be agreed with that the boys at her old school were the ones in the wrong and deserved to be punished; even if she could seen the nausea on their faces when she described the light maiming involved.

Maybe Enid is right, she thought as the gentle roar of the room continued around her like a small storm of words that for once did not drive her to want to leave immediately.

Maybe...they are my friends…

...Oh, my parents are going to be insufferable once they find out.

Hours passed. More movies were watched and talked over, more drinks were made, snacks consumed, and more hits were taken off of Ajax’s bong;which Enid narrowly managed to restrain Wednesday from partaking in, in spite of the blonde’s own mounting inebriation. The seer’s own buzz was kept going by her sneaking sips out of Enid’s cup again and again when the blonde wasn’t looking, refusing to admit out loud that she did enjoy the sweetness of the drink.

Several people witnessed this thievery, but none dared to bring it up, having too much fun enjoying this relax and slightly more sociable version of the girl.

Midnight came and went, and it was closer to two in the morning than not when the party finally decided to call it quits. Everyone— save for Kent and Ajax, both dead asleep to the world —slowly began making their way back up the stairs after cleaning up as much as they could. ‘Good nights’ and ‘sleep wells’ were given as everyone went their separate ways.

Xavier departed first with a wave and a promise to make a bigger version of the ghost-pendulums soon before he began swaying slightly towards his dorm. Eugene followed along behind him, as his dorm was in the same direction, though his walk was decidedly more jerky in nature.

Bianca, Divina, and Yoko were next, with the vampire choosing to spend the night in her girlfriend’s room. All three hugged Enid good night and waved fair well to Wednesday, who gamely returned the gesture. The three moseyed away, all clumped together, and the remaining pair could just make out the pair try to cajole Bianca into ‘joining them’ as they all walked away, though they couldn’t make out the other siren’s reply.

Chuckling at their antics, Enid turned and began making her way towards Ophelia Hall, Wednesday tucked under one arm and holding her up just as much as she was holding up the ravenette. Between the marijuana and the drinking both of them had done, neither of them were anywhere near the vicinity of sober.

Though the sudden appearance of their principal when they were halfway home did wonders towards sobering them up.

“Miss Addams? Miss Sinclair?” Weems called when she spotted them, nearly running into the pair when she rounded a corner unexpectedly, “What on earth are you two doing up this late?”

“Uhhhh…” Enid grimaced, trying to think of what to tell to her, “We were...at...a...”

“-Study group,” Wednesday filled in while trying to stop the two of them from swaying quite so much.

“Were you now,” Weems deadpanned, looking far from convinced.

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, a study group,” Enid nodded, “Gotta-Gotta study those- things! Yup! Studying. In a group!”

“Mhm,” the principal hummed, “And what, pray tell, were you studying?”

Shit. Uh... “S-Science!”

“Science?”

“Yes,” Wednesday nodded, wobbling slightly when she did. “Specific’lly the-the potency of gases versus liquids.”

“Good one,” Enid whispered to her loudly. Weems sighed and massaged the bridge of her nose.

“Girls; you are aware that my nose works perfectly well, and that the pair of you smell like alcohol and marijuana?” she asked them tiredly, “Both of which are substances that the school does not approve of being on its grounds?”

“Damn,” Wednesday grumbled quietly.

“Are you aware that there’s a smidge of frosting at the corner of your mouth,” Enid shot back candidly, “Frosting that looks an awful lot like the color on Miss Flaversham’s special cake?”

Wednesday peered closely at the elder blonde’s face— nearly falling forward onto her face in the process if not for Enid —and just barely bit back a smirk at the clear evidence painted on their principal’s face.

“Did you sneak a slice of cake, Miss Weems?” she asked ‘politely’, “I don’t think Miss Flaversham would ‘ppreciate that.”

“Nope!” Enid popped with a slight hiccup jostling her and thus Wednesday.

Larissa felt herself flush; she had snuck a piece— it’s a fucking good cake, damn it —but she didn’t think she would run into anyone this time of night. The pair stared the taller woman down and she stared at them right back.

“...”

““...””

“...Good night, girls,” Weems sighed as she began walking away.

“G’night!” Enid called with a wave.

“Horrible dreams,” Wednesday added.

“Yes yes, terrible what-have-you’s to you as well,” Larissa returned, lifting her own hand in a wave without turning around. The pair speed-walked off before she could change her mind.

They made it up the several flights of stairs with no further incidents save for the occasional slip that the other was quick to catch. At long last, Enid and Wednesday stumbled into their shared room, closing the door behind them with an accidentally loud thunk.

“Shhhh,” Enid whispered through her giggles, “You’ll-You’ll wake our neighbors!”

“Y-You shush! You got the door!”

“Oh yeah…” the blonde realized, her head cocked to one side before she broke out into more giggles.

“I need a shower,” Wednesday groaned, catching a whiff of herself. Grave dirt was one thing but she wasn’t overly fond of the lingering smell of pot. She pulled her shirt over her head as she fetched her sleepwear from her wardrobe.

“Y-You can go first,” Enid said, pointedly not looking in her direction as she went to her own side of the room, “I’mma get my make-up off first.”

“Ver’ well,” the ravenette slurred, swaying half undressed into their bathroom.

As Enid sat down in front of her mirror to start cleaning, the drumming of little fingers caught her attention and she looked over in time to find Thing crawling up onto her desk.

“Thing! Hey buddy!” she beamed, thrilled to see the severed appendage, “Did you get the text I sent you earlier?”

{Yes,} he signed, {Thanks for the heads up, I’d been wondering where Wednesday had gone off to. How was the party? Anyone injured or dead?}

“Nope~! Though Wednesday did try to throw a knife at Divina. Well, she did throw a knife, but she missed by like, a mile-”

Wednesday returned shortly, and as Enid took the now free bathroom the ravenette found herself standing in the middle of their room, at a slight loss at what to do.

She was tired. And still somewhat inebriated. She wanted to fall into her bed and act like a corpse until noon-

But that would mean leaving Enid.

It was a silly thought— the blonde was barely twenty feet away even with a closed door between them —but Wednesday could not shake the feeling of wanting to be near her wolf. Of continuing to feel the heat that radiated out from the blonde like she was a walking forge and she was metal in need of heating.

Something about that particular analogy struck a chord in her mind, and she cocked her head as she tried to decipher what exactly it meant.

“You okay, Wends?” Enid’s voice called to her softly. Blinking back into the room, Wednesday found she must have been truly lost in her thoughts if the blonde had finished with her nightly routine and already returned into the room proper.

“I don’t want you to go away,” the ravenette slurred instead of saying ‘I’m fine’ as she had meant to.

“Go away?” Enid chuckled gently, “I’m not going anywhere. It’s bedtime, silly.”

“I-I know,” Wednesday mumbled, looking away, “But…”

“...Wednesday?” Enid prodded, taking a step closer when the pause dragged on for half a minute too long.

Wednesday’s mouth opened and closed, her jaw flexing with slowly increasing agitation as she struggled and failed to find the words to describe what she was feeling and what she wanted.

Damn marijuana, she growled in her head and halfway aloud as she worked the heel of one hand into her grainy feeling eyes, I’ll never touch the substance again if this is what it does to me.

A soft touch to her free hand broke her out of her spiral, and she glanced downward at the hand touching hers before following the limb up to its owner’s gently smiling face.

“Wends, do you...wanna, maybe...cuddle with me?” Enid offered shyly, cheeks flushed from her question, her shower, and from the alcohol still working its way through her system.

Wednesday stared at her, considering, for several long moments, before she gave a short, decisive, nod. Enid’s smile grew ever wider and the ravenette felt her own lips pitch up slightly in return.

“Yours or mine?” the blonde asked. Wednesday spared a quick glance at her roommate’s bright side of the room and just barely managed to suppress a grimace. Though judging by Enid’s giggle, she didn’t succeed.

“Mine. Please,” she rasped quietly.

“Okay,” Enid nodded, still grinning.

Together they made sure the other drank some water and swallowed pain medication for tomorrow— though it took Enid quite a few minutes to persuade Wednesday to take the gel tablet at all —before climbing into the ravenette’s bed and under the covers. The bed wasn’t really made for two people to sleep in, and try as they might the pair of them couldn’t seem to get comfortable without at least some parts of their body touching the other.

Not that they were truly put off by this; each was more concerned about the other’s boundaries.

Eventually they finally found positions that worked for them. Enid did her best to stay as un-sprawled as possible, and Wednesday simply forewent her usual corpse-pose in favor of lying on her side facing Enid. Noticing this, the werewolf automatically mirrored her, leaving their knees to bop into each other slightly.

“Thing,” Wednesday called out, thanking him when he turned off the lights for them before he scampered back into his hidey-hole for the night.

“Horrible nightmares, Wednesday,” Enid murmured, her tired eyes never leaving Wednesday’s even before they adjusted to the now dark room.

“...Sweet dreams, Enid,” Wednesday replied, returning her gaze, the blonde’s hair haloed by the light that crept up to their split-colored window in the room behind Enid’s back.

The pair stared at each other, neither one even pretending to close their eyes and attempt to fall asleep in spite of how tired they both were. Minutes passed like this, and just when Wednesday felt her traitorous eyelids begin to droop, Enid’s voice quietly came through the short span of darkness between them.

“Did you mean it earlier? When you said you wanted to kiss me?”

Wednesday blinked, her face scrunching up as she tried to remember if she had said such a thing. She ran through the evening until she finally recalled such a thought passing through her mind.

“Ah. I hadn’t realized I’d said that out loud,” she said, “My ‘pologizes if i made you uncomfo’table.”

“No no, you didn’t,” Enid assured her, shaking her head, “I just...wanted to know if you meant it.”

“I did,” Wednesday answered succinctly, as if the answer was obvious. Enid’s blush wasn’t quite covered by the room’s darkness.

“Why?” she quietly demanded.

“You said venomous instead of poisonous, as so many people incorrectly do,” the ravenette explained just as quietly, “And then proceeded to given an excellent educated guess on what the snake was doing in the cabin in the first place and how inane if was for them to kill it. I found that attractive which led to me thinking of kissing you.”

“So why didn’t you?” Enid asked before she could stop herself.

Wednesday blinked, her mind feeling like it was sobering up, if only for a moment.

“...I did not think that was within the boundaries of our friendship. And I did not want to make you uncomfortable.”

Enid huffed a small laugh with a smile to match. “You’re sweet.”

“I am not, how dare you?” Wednesday gasped offended, making Enid giggle even harder. Normally the ravenette would have followed that up with more insults, but she found she didn’t want the sound of the girl’s laughter to stop just yet.

“...Do you still want to kiss me?” Enid asked a few minutes later when she finally calmed back down.

“...Yes. I do. Would you mind if I did?”

“Not at all,” Enid shook her head. Wednesday moved forward to oblige, but found her progress was stopped by the wolf’s hand pressed gently against her sternum.

“-But I’m drunk, and you’re high, and I don’t think that now is a good time for you to kiss me.”

“Why not?” Wednesday asked, definitely not pouting at the refusal.

“Because you might not mean it in the morning,” Enid answered, smiling sadly. The ravenette turned the answer over in her head for a moment.

“...That is a reasonable reason, if improbable,” she eventually concluded. “So, if I still want to kiss you in the morning?” she implored.

Enid grinned. “Then you can kiss me.”

“Very well; I will see you in the morning then,” Wednesday nodded, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them up a crack, “Although technically it already is morning-”

“Go to sleep, Wends,” Enid chuckled, tucking herself deeper under the covers with a contented hum.

Wednesday woke up the next morning with dry grit-filled eyes, her limbs still half asleep, and a mouthful of hair.

Spitting it out with a small groan, she cracked her eyes open enough— damn all of our windows and the sunlight beaming through them —to find that the hair in question was most definitely not her own. Sometime in the night Enid had moved ever closer towards her— or perhaps she had done the moving —until the pair of them were so intertwined with each other that Wednesday barely knew where she ended and Enid began.

While not exactly surprised at her roommate-turned-bedmate, the ravenette was mildly confused on why they were in the same bed until the events of the previous night slowly began to come back to her. When the last memory slotted into place, Wednesday couldn’t help but chuckled quietly, though not quiet enough to keep from rousing the blonde still laying beside her.

“Hm. Interesting,” she hummed before realizing the consequences of her actions as Enid’s hand moved to rub at her own face.

“I’m sorry, Enid, did I wake you?”

“No no, you’re fine,” the blonde rasped in between yawns, “What’s interesting?”

“I’d always thought that if I did ever garner romantic affection for another person, my feelings towards said affection would be largely negative in nature,” Wednesday explained, smiling softly at Enid. “I find it interesting that this is not the case.”

Enid blinked at her blearily. “...Do what now?”

“I still want to kiss you. I think I have wanted to for quite some time.”

“Oh,” Enid said, blinking again before a smile began to grow on her lips.

“Well that’s convenient,” she said, gazing goofily at Wednesday, “Because I want to kiss you, too.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“I have morning breath.”

“I don’t care.”

Enid grinned. “Then I guess I’m just waiting on you.”

Wednesday didn’t waste another second. She brought one hand up to Enid’s face, cradling her cheek as the blonde happily nuzzled into her palm. Curling forward they both met halfway, their lips grazing against each other in a way that started off gentle, but quickly morphed into something more heated.

When they finally broke apart long enough to catch a fresh breath of air, Enid immediately used hers to ask, “Will you go out with me?”

“No,” Wednesday stated, staring at her dumbly. Before Enid could even contemplate crying because what, she continued, “I’ve had enough socializing to last a month. Let’s just stay in here today.”

Enid blinked at her silently for half a second before she started laughing so hard she managed to roll herself out of the bed and onto the hardwood floor, though the impact did little to slow her down.

“...As much as I enjoy the sound of your laughter, strangely enough-” Wednesday deadpanned at the werewolf now clutching at her own stomach while tears streamed down her face, “-Would you please stop long enough to explain what is so funny?!”

Thing, now standing prominently on her desk, roused by the commotion, snapped his fingers to get her attention.

{She meant ‘go out’ as in date her.}

“...Oh,” Wednesday mumbled, feeling an embarrassed blush crawl onto her face, “I...must still be feeling the effects from the strain Ajax gave me last night.”

“Pft- Ye-Yeah, that must be it,” Enid conceded as she finally managed to corral her hysteria long enough to drag herself back up to a seated position.

“Soooooo,” the blonde asked, batting her joy-filled eyes at the psychic, “How about it, roomie? Will you be my girlfriend?”

Wednesday blinked, the darkness on her cheeks refusing to abate.

“...I detest such a juvenile sounding term-”

“Not surprised.”

“-but yes, Enid, I would like to be your ‘girlfriend’,” the ravenette answered honestly, “Very much so.”

“Sounds good,” Enid beamed, “Because I wanna be yours too.”

“How fortuitous,” Wednesday smiled, leaning down to kiss her once again.