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Wednesday Addams walked through Nevermore the same way she always did, head high, expression unreadable, dressed in black from collar to boots. Most students assumed she felt nothing. They were wrong.
Enid knew better.
She knew about the tiny smile Wednesday tried to hide when she thought nobody was looking. She knew that beneath all the sarcasm, sharp edges, and carefully built walls was someone who cared far more deeply than she'd ever admit out loud.
Their relationship had happened slowly.
It started with late-night conversations in their dorm room. Enid would talk about anything and everything, and somehow Wednesday kept listening. One conversation turned into dozens. Then came shared secrets, quiet moments, and eventually something neither of them had expected.
The problem was that nobody else knew.
Wednesday had never liked attention, especially when it came to her feelings.
"People overshare far too much," she'd said once when Enid brought up the idea of telling people. "I'd rather keep some things to myself."
So they did.
Around school they were just roommates. Friends, at most. Nobody thought twice about seeing them together.
Behind closed doors was different.
That's where the hand-holding happened. The quiet conversations. The moments when Wednesday let herself relax and Enid got to see the side of her nobody else ever would.
For a while, it worked.
Then Dylan Blackwood arrived.
The new transfer student from London made an impression almost immediately. He was confident, charming, and seemed to know exactly how to make people like him.
And unfortunately, he noticed Enid.
"Enid Sinclair?" he'd said on his second day, catching her in the courtyard. "I've heard about you."
Enid laughed awkwardly.
"Hopefully nothing too embarrassing."
"No promises."
He smiled, and Enid could practically feel eyes turning toward them.
Including Wednesday's.
The problem wasn't Dylan himself.
The problem was that, as far as anyone knew, Enid was single.
That evening, Wednesday was sitting at her desk while Enid sorted through clothes she'd somehow managed to pile onto every available surface.
"He's going to ask you out."
Enid looked up.
"Dylan?"
Wednesday nodded.
"What makes you so sure?"
"The staring. The compliments. The constant need to stand two feet closer than necessary."
"You've really been paying attention."
"I always pay attention. More about you."
Enid tried not to smile. It was so painfully sweet.
The thing was, Wednesday sounded calm.
But Enid could see the tension around her eyes.
"What am I supposed to do?"
Wednesday looked down at the book in her hands.
"You could tell him you're already seeing someone."
Enid sighed.
"You know I can't exactly do that, you told me that days ago."
The room fell quiet.
Wednesday turned a page.
A little harder than necessary.
The next afternoon, Dylan finally asked.
They'd barely finished class when he caught up to Enid outside.
"I was wondering if you'd want to hang out this weekend."
The smile he gave her was confident but genuine.
"Just us."
Enid's stomach dropped. She didn't want that kind of conversation.
"Dylan..."
"If you're not interested, that's fine," he said quickly. "I just figured I'd ask."
Then he hesitated.
"Unless there's somebody else."
Enid opened her mouth.
Nothing came out. She wanted to tell him, yes she was with the most amazing girl but stopped herself because of that same person.
Before she could answer, another voice cut in.
"Enid."
Both of them turned.
Wednesday stood nearby, hands folded behind her back.
"Principal Weems needs us."
Enid blinked.
Dylan looked suspicious.
Wednesday didn't care. He was just an annoying fly.
"Oh," Enid said. "Right. The thing."
"The thing," Wednesday agreed.
Dylan stared at both of them for a second before stepping aside.
"Another time, then."
As soon as they were out of earshot, Enid looked at Wednesday.
"There isn't a meeting."
"No."
"You completely made that up."
"Yes."
Enid couldn't help laughing.
That night, neither of them brought it up right away.
The tension sat between them anyway.
Eventually Enid broke first.
"He's going to ask again."
Wednesday nodded.
"I know."
Enid sat cross-legged on her bed.
"So what do we do?"
For a moment, Wednesday didn't answer.
Then she closed her book.
"Maybe we stop hiding."
Enid froze.
"What?"
Wednesday looked at her directly.
"I don't enjoy this."
"The secrecy?"
"No."
A pause.
"Watching people think you're available."
Enid's eyes widened.
"Are you jealous?"
Wednesday immediately looked offended.
"I'm territorial."
"That's just jealous with extra steps."
"It is not."
Enid burst out laughing.
Wednesday rolled her eyes but didn't argue.
The next day they sat together at lunch.
Not near each other.
Together.
Side by side.
The entire cafeteria noticed.
When Dylan approached, the room somehow got quieter.
He glanced between them.
Wednesday didn't wait for him to speak.
"Enid is with me."
Dylan blinked.
"What?"
"Romantically," Wednesday clarified.
The silence that followed could have swallowed the room.
Enid was trying very hard not to laugh.
Dylan looked completely blindsided.
"You two are dating?"
"Have been for several months."
Wednesday reached over and took Enid's hand.
The gesture was simple.
For Wednesday, it was practically a public declaration.
Dylan stared for another second before finally nodding.
"Okay."
To his credit, he wasn't rude about it.
Just surprised.
"Wish you'd told me sooner."
"That is fair."
With that, he walked away.
The whispers started immediately.
Enid barely heard them.
She was too busy looking at Wednesday.
"That wasn't so bad."
Wednesday considered it.
"No."
Then, to Enid's complete shock, the corner of her mouth lifted.
A real smile.
Small.
Brief.
But real.
Enid felt her heart melt.
For months, she'd thought keeping their relationship secret was what protected it.
Sitting there with their hands linked beneath the cafeteria lights, she realized she'd been wrong.
The best part had never been the secrecy.
It was Wednesday.
And now, for the first time, she didn't have to pretend otherwise.