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Of all the things that Enid wanted, a rainy day was not one of them.
They were cold, wet, and if you grew up on a ranch like she did, muddy, and pastels don’t exactly look good when you fall face first into a sludge puddle.
As she moped in her dorm, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket while binging random shows on her laptop to pass the time, amongst the endless pattering of rain on the circular stained glass window and the random gibberish of the dialogue emanating from her laptop, soft clunks and thumps made their way into her ear canals.
At first she thought it was maybe thunder, which would have just been more rain on her parade, pun intended, as her enhanced werewolf hearing didn’t have enough trouble with loud noises and overstimulation as it was, so what was random earth shattering cracks in the soundscape going to make worse?
Everything, the answer’s everything.
An involuntary whine escaped her at the prospect of thunder, but as the thumps got louder, she realized it couldn’t be thunder, the pattern was consistent and getting closer at a measurable margin, it was sporadic and out of the blue like thunder was.
As she was running through the possibilities, she ended up zoning out and only coming back to when the door to the dorm swung open, revealing Wednesday Addams in all her five-foot-one glory, though, sporting her trademark oversized platforms always added a few inches to her height, and speaking of boots…
“I know for a fact you are not about to drag all that in here.”
Wednesday always had a deadpan stare affixed to her face, Enid would bet 20 dollars that she was born sporting the expression, but in this moment Wednesday bore an expression more akin to confusion, at least as much as that went for her anyway, “Excuse me?”
“Take them off.”
Wednesday hadn’t even stepped foot in the dorm yet, but so far this interaction was quickly expending the Seer’s daily tolerance for the Werewolf, at least that’s what Enid was assuming.
Wednesday remained in the doorway, though she didn’t have to move to project her presence, “Sinclair, make some semblance of sense before I start disemboweling fake plush animals.”
Usually, a threat like that would have Enid fearing for her cuddly friends lives, but having her stuff get dirty was something she was never going to stand for, or in this case remain in her blanket pile while she tried to take on her roommate who could definitely put her in the hospital should she want, or worse.
Deciding that her sudden confidence was definitely good enough to stand up against the infamously stubborn Wednesday Addams, she stood her ground, or bed, in this instance, “Your boots, they’re all muddy, and you have to head across my side to get to yours, and you’re going to track mud everywhere, so take them off.”
Enid had never seen Wednesday stunned, and she was pretty sure she was never going to, but what Wednesday looked like in this moment was going to be catalogued in Enid’s brain as the closest approximation whenever she needed a mental image of Wednesday looking surprised, which basically amounted to her eyebrows being a bit higher than usual.
Just as quickly as Wednesday’s “shocked” expression had appeared, it was replaced with a glare accompanied by Wednesday crossing her arms, which did send a chill down Enid’s spine, as she has seen her roommate use that gesture as a cover for slipping knives from inside of her sleeves to throw an unsuspecting outcasts, or just anyone who annoyed her, “Out of everything that you could possibly take issue with in this very moment, the interaction of water and dirt making mud is what is irking you the most?”
“Can you just take them off? Please? If you set them there at the door I’ll clean them off later. I promise I won’t spritze any of my ‘foul acting poison’, as you would call it, on them.”
After holding each others gaze for a time, the silence only being aided by the hard falling rain outside, Wednesday bent down and untied her platforms, slipping out of them and immediately dropping a few inches in height, “If these have even a wift of strawberry of vanilla, I’m going to fill your bed with the mud you love so much.”
“Yeah, sure, that sounds wonderful. They’ll be as…ugly as you first got them?”
Only getting more of the annoyed deadpan expression Wednesday was flashing, she decided to keep her mouth shut, or Wednesday might act on her threat now rather than later in retribution should Enid decide to get a little too comfortable with her perfumes in proximity to something Wednesday owns.
No longer being bound by Enid’s obstruction via having worn boots with mud on them, Wednesday fully stepped inside the dorm and stormed silently over to her side of the room, allowing the heavy dormitory door to shut with a hefty slam.
With Wednesday finally disarmed of mud and currently stripping off her waterlogged black trenchcoat, she quickly folded it and threw it in a hamper, straightening out her black and white striped long sleeve before retrieving an oversized black hoodie and putting that on, finally settling down at her desk where she began to fiddle with her typewriter, apparently about to have an early writing time, and Enid wouldn’t be surprised if Wednesday added a character like her into the story just to be killed off suddenly in some gruesome way.
Still, it was better for fake Enid to be written off rather than the real one. Her blog wasn’t going to run itself.
As the room faded into murmurs of typewriter clacks and show dialogue, she tried to fully focus back on her binging, but the more she tried to concentrate she felt herself drifting more. Closing the laptop, she leaned back on her bed, choosing to stare at the ceiling and trace the light up stars she had put there, the rain giving way to Wednesday’s steadfast typing.
Usually the persistent typing would annoy her, but today it almost put her at ease, though she couldn’t understand why.
Rolling over to look out the window, the rain looked like it wasn’t letting up anytime soon, eliciting a sigh from her.
Growing quickly bored with staring out into the grey landscape, she eyed over to Wednesday’s side of the room, watching her roommate operate her typewriter with effortless efficiency.
“What do you want,” Wednesday said, attention still focused on her writing.
“Thanks for doing that.”
“I do not know what you are referring to.”
“Wednesday, I mean it.”
With a ding , the clacking stopped, due to the typewriter needing to be reset, but there was a pause, Wednesday’s practiced routine of operating her machine faltered, even if only for a moment.
Resetting her typewriter, Wednesday set her hands back on the keys, “Do not mention it again,” and with that, the clacking resumed.
Rolling back to face the ceiling once more, she knew that she should have been wary given her roommates threat, but she couldn’t stop herself from letting a smile make its way onto her face as she let herself drift mindlessly to the sound of skin on metallics that echoed throughout the room, the rain nothing more than a memory.
Of all the things that Wednesday wanted, a sunny day was never one of them.
They were hot, overbearingly bright, and if you grew up in what was essentially a haunted asylum, nothing killed a ritual session more than bright, beaming sunlight.
And what was currently making its awful presence known?
As she maneuvered to try and block the sun from peering over her shoulder and painting itself over the page she was trying to type out, a grating sound made its way into her ear canals, and not the enjoyable kind.
She couldn’t place it exactly, other then how it sounded like constant shuffling, with some form of creaking or groaning, which as a concept she was usually comfortable with, however, given how she wanted to pry her own eyes from her skull just so she wouldn’t have to squint through reflecting sunlight anymore, these new sounds only made her want to consider doing away with her ears next.
As the door swung open, her sunshine incarnate of a roommate bounded in, stopping in the middle of the room, formerly where the divide in each girls respective sides of the dorm used to be, something Enid had been slowly exploring as time went by, though Wednesday made it clear when she wasn’t to be disturbed, which Enid would respect, most of the time.
“Heya! How are you doing, Roomie?”
“I am currently writing, though that should be obvious, unless I really have underestimated your ability to see things properly.”
“Well, duh, I can see what you’re doing, but that’s not what I asked. How are you doing?”
She knew Enid likely wouldn’t leave her alone until she got an answer, so she threw a flat, “Fine,” over her shoulder as she continued to plug away on her typewriter.
“Cool, cool, so…I have an idea of something that could make you finer. Wait, I didn’t mean-you’re already fine, like, you’re fine , um, great, I meant great.”
“Enid?”
A high pitched, “Yeah?” Was all Enid said.
Sighing and turning in her chair to fully face her roommate, the first thing she noticed was Enid was glowing beat red, staring off to, Wednesday’s right towards the center of the room, “Your face is disturbing.”
Looking as if she had just gotten punched in the gut, Enid spluttered for a moment until she was able to regain her composure, “Wha-hey! I came in here to offer something fun to do, and you immediately resort to insulting my face?!”
“Yes,” As Enid continued to fume, she did a quick profile scan and Enid was wearing a pink tank top, light blue jean shorts, and…there they were, the source of Wednesday’s audial plight, a pair of yellow flip flops.
“Well, I’m planning to head down to the lake, and was going to ask if you wanted to come, but I’m now reconsidering my offer.”
“No.”
“What? I haven’t even asked you yet.”
“Are you going to ask me?” She asked, her blank stare hopefully showing that, yes, Wednesday wanted to be asked just so she could tell Enid no.
Enid looked slightly pouty, but still asked anyway, “Do you want to go down to the lake with me?”
“No,” and with that, she turned in her chair and went back to working.
“Awwwww, come on! It’s really nice outside, and the ick from all that rain is finally gone! You can walk outside without having to go insane worrying about tracking mud everywhere.”
“I see nothing wrong with losing one’s head. Mud is also good for avoiding thermal imaging and is quite a pleasant substance for burying people in. It is fun to watch them squirm.”
“You may be my best friend, but I still think you’re weird as shit. Also, you don’t do technology but know what thermals are? Also, when did you see the original Predator movie?”
“I do not know of this ‘Predator’ film.”
“Then how do…you know what, I don’t need to know that. If you ever decide to venture forth into the 21st century, you might like that film, least the bits that are all spooky.”
“I prefer-“
“Kooky, not spooky, right. So, do you wanna come?”
As she contemplated something that would usually be met with an immediate no upon first asking, and a casual maiming upon second, her attention was brought back to those stupid things on Enid’s feet, as they creaked and squeaked as Enid rocked back and forth as she waited for Wednesday’s answer.
“Must you wear those insufferable devices? They make me want to peel my ears from my living carcass.”
“What? Do you mean my flip-flops?”
“Yes.”
“What’s wrong with them?”
“As previously stated, they make me want to remove my skin so that my nerves can leave my mortal shell and find the source of the despicable noise those emit and strangle it out of existence.”
“Okay? Well, if you come with me, I won’t wear them around you.”
“This is manipulation.”
“I learned it from you, bestie, so, what’ll it be?”
Enid and herself were different in many ways, but each respective girl had a mean streak of being stubborn should they want to be, and Wednesday felt this was going to be something that Enid wasn’t going to be budging on anytime soon.
As it stood, Enid had already disrupted Wednesday’s writing flow, but she hadn’t been having much success today anyway given the weather. No matter what she did, some aspect always found a way to annoy or distract her to where she either couldn’t concentrate on brainstorming ideas or whatever ideas she did try to implement just ended up in the nearest trash bin.
Well, if she was already having poor success with this block of writing, and was going to be pestered until Enid got what she wanted, she might as well try to get something out of the endeavor.
“What are the chances I can drown Xavier?”
“Oh, he’s not invited, really it would just be you and me, but if he’s in trouble…let’s just say I wouldn’t have heard or seen anything that day.”
She felt the etchings of a smirk twinge on her face, though she wouldn’t admit that the prospect of causing harm to Xavier was not its primary cause.
“Alright, I will venture with you down to the lake.”
“Yes! Girls trip!”
In the blink of an eye, Enid was at her side, having thrown an arm over her shoulder in an awkward one armed side hug, shaking Wednesday as she cheered in apparent victory.
“Enid.”
“Yes?”
“Because of that, I would like to amend the terms of our agreement so that I now am able to set those infernal things ablaze.”
“What?! We didn’t even shake on it!”
“Stop shouting, I will add your speaker to my list next.”
“Ughhh, you’re impossible.”
“I aim to please.”
“Girl, shut up and get changed.”
As she turned to venture into her massive trunk of what was code red materials for disastrous situations, she procured a modest swimsuit, heavily tinted sunglasses, and an umbrella sword, and as she gathered these items, she may have even felt a little excited to go to the lake, only to potentially drown some of her classmates of course.