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It was late in the night, and Wednesday Addams was sitting infront of her typewriter, resting her fingers on the keys. She stared at the page, reading what she had written. Or so she thought. She had actually been sitting still, doing absolutely nothing, for the past half hour, having typed but a single word, the only thing on her mind at that moment, and, in truth, the only thing on her mind at most of her waking hours, aswell as her sleeping hours:
Enid.
She stared at the page, snapping from her trance, and realized that her dedicated 1 hour of writing a day was almost gone, and she hadn't written a single sentence. Despite how hard she tried to, Wednesday was simply unable to come up with anything that related to her story, or even anything that made sense, or even anything that didn't. She was simply unable to come up with anything, because nothing was on her mind, but her. The only word she had written.
-Enid...
She said out loud, much louder than she realized, because it caused the girl in question to temporarily wake up, looking towards her. After a few seconds of silence, Enid laid down and went back to sleep, which was a relief for Wednesday. The vertically challenged goth eventually gave up on trying to write, heading to bed, and trying to sleep. Trying.
A few hours later, Enid woke up, stretching her arms and yawning, before directing her attention to the other side of her room. There, Wednesday was laying down with her arms curled up, just like she normally was, but visibly not asleep; The Addams was staring at the ceiling, wide eyed, not blinking at all - Which was typical for her, though it did somewhat disturb Enid in this occasion -. Enid slowly got up from her bed, approaching her roommate, and whispered her name
-Wednesday?
The psychic sat up, turning her head towards Enid, but didn't reply. They stared at each other for a few seconds, before Enid decided to head to the bathroom, telling her roommate Good Morning after she turned away. Wednesday continued staring in the direction Enid went, still unable to get the sickeningly colorful blonde out of her head.
Wednesday Addams was not great with emotions. At least, not with her own. She had never felt any particularly positive feelings towards anyone, and at most tolerated certain people. It was like this with Enid at first; The two of them talked occasionally, and while Wednesday didn't exactly dislike the Werewolf's presence, she wasn't very fond of it either. This didn't last forever, however, and for a long time now, Wednesday knew she... More than tolerated Enid's presence. Though she would never admit it, she did... Enjoy it. More than a little. Maybe too much. She enjoyed being around Enid a bit more than she was comfortable with admitting. She...
She was madly in love with Enid.
It took Wednesday long enough to realize that, and even longer to even begin to accept it. Wednesday Addams didn't do love, did she? But, accepting she was actually in love with the Werewolf was one struggle, one she could handle completely on her own, and didn't trouble her as much anymore. The issue now was another, much bigger, and much tougher; Was the feeling mutual?
Nothing pointed towards a clear, and much less satisfying, answer to Wednesday's doubts; She wasn't just unaware of whether or not Enid liked her. She didn't even know if the werewolf liked Girls to begin with. Enid had shown interest in other people before, but only boys. She wasn't currently dating anyone, luckily enough, but there were still no signs she was even attracted to other girls at all! (or at least, none Wednesday was capable of noticing) This left Wednesday confused. It felt horrible to be this clueless, she didn't know where to start, and she didn't know where she'd end. Could she ever figure out if Enid liked girls at all? And even if she could, what then? Wednesday would never admit to being in love, much less to such a pathetic degree. Enid plagued the Raven's every thought, wanted she or not.
A few minutes later, Enid came out of the bathroom, looking a bit sweaty and exhasperated, which was odd, given she hadn't even left the room to do any physical activities at all, but Wednesday didn't question it. She was so focused on her train of thought she didn't even hear what the Werewolf had to say as she headed out for breakfast.
Wednesday eventually got up from her bed, and began walking in circles around the room, trying to come up with something that could clear her doubts. Eventually, however, she accepted she couldn't simply figure out if Enid liked girls. She'd have to find out. But how? Wednesday had never cared in the slightest about anyone's sexuality before, she didn't know how to find out something like that unless it was explicitly told to her. But how would she even get Enid to say something like that? She couldn't, was her conclusion.
Wednesday began to look through Enid's belongings. Maybe she'd have something that would give her away. She looked through most of the Werewolf's clothes, acessories, bedsheets, anything she could find. And all for nothing. Enid had pride pins, sure, but only with the colors of the trans flag. That didn't tell her anything she didn't already know. Wednesday realized she had only one real option left: Enid's phone.
Getting her hands on Enid's phone shouldn't be that hard, right? Enid trusted her. A lot. Maybe a bit too much (though Wednesday never thought anything of that), so she'd likely let Wednesday check Enid's phone. If anything, the werewolf would be happy in complying, given how rare it was for her pocket goth to have any interest in such technologies at all. All she had to do was ask Enid for her phone, and then look through it, for... What exactly? Wednesday wondered for a long time what she could even find in the Girl's phone that'd help her in her search, but she couldn't come to a conclusion before the object of her obsession opened the door again, greeting her briefly and sitting on her bed. Wednesday had a chance, and she would take it.
The Raven slowly walked towards Enid's side of the room, stopping infront of her bed, and said:
-May I use your mobile phone?
Enid stopped scrolling through her phone and looked up at Wednesday, a bit surprised at the request, and nodded, handing her the phone.
Perfect, Wednesday thought to herself, as she walked back to her side of the room with the phone in hand. Enid wasn't paying any attention to what Wednesday was doing, the werewolf hardly thought she could use the thing properly. Wednesday sat down on her bed, and began her search.
After looking through Enid's various social media apps, none of which wielded her anything other than a few pictures of the werewolf she spent a little too long gazing at, Wednesday decided to check the girl's gallery. Surely there'd be something, right? And her suspicious were correct, there were many, countless pictures...
Of her?
Wednesday blinked a few times as she looked through Enid's gallery. Outside of a few pictures of herself infront of her mirror, most of the pictures there were of Wednesday. Enid had pictures of Wednesday doing everything, though most of them seemed to have been taken while the Goth was asleep.
What could this possibly mean? The Raven wondered, unsure of how to interpret this discovery. She eventually decided to hand the phone back to Enid, as there was likely nothing more she could find, and she turned off the screen. In doing so, she noticed the phone had a stain. A roughly circular section in the top half of the screen was noticeably lighter than the rest of the phone, and when she ran her nail through it, it also felt noticeably different. As she walked towards Enid's bed and handed her the phone, Wednesday inquired
-What is this stain on your phone screen?
Enid stared at Wednesday after hearing the question, seeming extremely embarassed at the question. She stuttered for a few moments, her face inexplicably becoming red, as she tried to find a way to answer the question.
-It- I- It's beca- I was- um, I was, uh, brushing my teeth and dropped toothpaste on the screen!
Enid replied after stuttering for a few moments. Wednesday was still confused, not sure of why the werewolf struggled so much with answering the simple question, but she accepted the answer, even if it didn't make a whole lot of sense, and turned away, not before noticing the girl frantically rubbing her finger against the phone, trying to get rid of the stain in question.
After laying down on her bed, Wednesday decided she might aswell ask about the other thing that confused her about Enid's phone;
-Why do you have so many pictures of me?
Enid froze, staring at Wednesday like a deer on the middle of the road. She was still red, now also sweating, and continued stuttering while she breathed so heavily she was basically panting. Finally, she stopped to calm herself down and think of an answer, and replied:
-I, um, use them to t- uh, draw. I d-draw with your pictures as reference, because.. You... Look scary...?
Wednesday heard Enid's confused answer, and it didn't clear any of her doubts. Her answer hardly made any sense, and even Enid seemed to have a difficult time believing in what she said herself. Despite this, Wednesday decided against continuing to push the poor werewolf, seeing as she was now inexplicably a panting, blushing mess. Which was cute, though Wednesday would never admit that out loud, but still confusing.
Eventually, Enid calmed herself back down, and went back to scrolling on her phone, as Wednesday continued about her daily routine.
The Goth realized for as much as she tried today, she hadn't actually discovered anything, outside of how Enid apparently took little care in keeping her phone screen clean from supposed toothpaste stains. She now knew she'd have to come up with a better plan, and the worst part of all, she might have...
To ask for help.