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“You look nice in those sunglasses, Wends,” Enid told her sincerely as they exited their dorm. Enid was wearing a dark pair of aviators and a rainbow tie-dye hat. In Wednesday’s opinion, it did nothing but draw more attention to them. How was one supposed to hide from a crowd when an eyesore was placed upon their head?
Wednesday wore simple black sunglasses and a white cap, which she had pulled from Enid’s drawer. She looked how she always did, ignoring the way her braids were restrained by her black coat.
Enid didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that Wednesday had not given her a response, like she had expected the outcome the moment the words had left her mouth. She hummed along to a song the raven did not recognize, and a sudden urge to learn it entered her mind.
Enid was an interesting friend, she knew that. And she had not had such a friend in a long time, not since Joel Glicker back when she was only ten. She categorized such friendships by the feeling they brought in her chest, like a singular moth fluttering around her beating heart.
Not to mention the light coloring dusting Wednesday’s cheeks all of a sudden. Not that she would ever admit that, of course.
Wednesday didn’t enjoy shopping at normie stores in the slightest. But Enid’s smile was brighter and more genuine than she had seen in a while, so she had made the executive decision to let Enid have this joy, just this once.
Although, Wednesday wasn’t sure how many puppy eyes she could take.
She glanced at her roommate. Enid’s arm was uncharacteristically stiff by her side, like she was trying to stop it from moving.
What was it Enid always did?
As they took their first steps out onto the sidewalk, Wednesday pretended to ponder this question. She already knew the answer, she remembered everything about Enid.
Enid would offer to hold hands.
But the core of that ritual was that Enid would offer. They had just been holding hands a few hours ago. It was like the moment the fresh air entered Enid’s lungs, she had stopped wanting to touch Wednesday.
It made sense, of course, and she knew that. The public had eyes like demented hawks. No drawing attention.
It was not herself she was thinking of, though. It was the way it looked distinctly like Enid was missing something. It made the moth inside Wednesday’s chest fly around frantically.
“Enid?” she asked cleanly, a heartbeat before she could change her mind.
“Yeah?” the werewolf said. She seemed strangely distracted, head not even turning, eyes not even focusing.
Offering her small, pale hand would make her look like a fool. She needed to think of something else. Anything other than the anxious girl beside her.
“Let’s take the quieter route,” Wednesday said. Silently, she felt some of the tension in her shoulders lessen. “The detour.”
Enid finally smiled at her. “I was planning on going that way anyways.” Her words were so casual, like there was no main route at all.
Oh.
Once they were shrouded by a suburban alley, Enid’s whole face seemed to visibly relax. “Hey, bud, do you know what my parents are getting me for my birthday?”
“No.”
“A car!” Enid squealed. She stopped walking and turned to face Wednesday. “I’ve had the funds to buy one for a while, but they’re finally letting me buy my own. It’s a lot easier than getting Ubers everywhere.”
Wednesday grimaced. “I stand by my statement. Even at sixteen, it is your right to decide where to put your funds.” [A/N: I don’t remember how old she is sorry im def wrong]
The raven tried not to feel a little disappointed when Enid did not offer to hold hands. After all, Wednesday Addams hated human contact.
“Bud, I know how you feel about my parents, but they still birthed me. At least give them that?” Enid waited until Wednesday nodded. “Awesome. Let’s go to the bookstore!”
Wednesday watched as she started to walk away, and she aggressively thrust a hand out near Enid’s hips.
The girl paused.
No. She started to retract her hand and act unbothered.
Then a smile spread onto Enid’s lips, beautiful and full, white teeth and werewolf fangs.. “Aw… Thank you!”
Wednesday didn’t think she had anything to be thanked for. She had done nothing that Enid hadn’t done dozens of times. To her, it was a large, ominous step, but to Enid, it would be basic human courtesy.
She wished, like many other times, that she could hear the thoughts in that colorful werewolf’s head.
They held hands as they went along, Enid’s grip just as warm as usual. It felt… different. She thought of the few times her father had held hands with her. They were heated by cigar smoke and ash, but it didn’t spread anything through her arms.
She thought of the poetry her parents recited to each other on rainy nights. They always talked about the feeling they had.
But Enid’s hands weren’t quite that. But they were close.
Wednesday had never fallen in love, had never even imagined it. The very thought was contradictory to everything she stood for. She didn’t need a man.
Or a woman, she guessed. Not in the sickening way her parents did.
But…
There was Enid…
“There’s the bookstore!” Enid exclaimed. “Alright, come on, no one ever parks in front. See?”
The werewolf was right. There were two cars a ways down the street, but it seemed not many were interested in the quaint little store. The sign was clearly handpainted and read “Iris Books” in bold, differently-sized letters.
Wednesday moved to walk across the street, seeing no cars on the road, but Enid moved her towards the sidewalk. “Oh, come on,” Enid scoffed. “I’m not getting us run over by a car. What would your parents think? Eugene would set his beehive on me.”
“Don’t be funny. Eugene adores you.”
Enid just shrugged.