Wednesday Oneshots

Burnned - Wenclair (unrequited love)

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

Enid was never one to keep secrets. The lastest gossip was always on the tip of her tongue waiting to spill to anyone who was willing to listen. Whenever meeting someone new, she would always overshare everything about herself. Whether it was ranting about her family or going through her camera roll, everyone knew what she was thinking. She's an open book, most would say. Yet there is one thing that Enid would never confess.

Her love for Wednesday.

It started slow. When she first encountered Wednesday, she thought she was cold and stuck up, yet during her time rooming with her she started picking up on her little habits. Like the way Wednesday always followed a routine. Enid memorized this routine, of course, even making sure to not interrupt in some parts. The way she would play gothic classical music throughout the day. On a rare occasion, she could be heard humming along to the cello part while fingering along to the notes on an imaginary cello. Or when she would spend a little too long working on her novel and would start to doze off at her desk.

Enid had realized she'd mistaken Wednesday's cold tone when she would ask her about certain social cues. The way she would furrow her brows and tighten her lips while listening to Enid explain certain social topics. Or when Enid sees the tug at her lips when she's on the verge of wolfing out while ranting to Wednesday. Claws out and fangs barred as she talks about how unfair her algebra teacher graded her exam. Enid loved making her smile, even if smiling consisted of the occasional sly smirk or wrinkle of her eyes.

Everything Enid picked up warmed her heart until it was too late to stop the burn of it.

The first time Enid noticed this burn was a few months during the next semester. It was a Friday night and Xavier had just snuck into their girls dorm ignoring the new room mom's obvious "no boys" rule.

Enid laid in her bed typing away at her blog when she glanced up to take a look at the other two. Wednesday sat near the end of her bed against the wall. She had a clipboard and red pen in hand marked up her draft of her fourth novel. Leaning against the headboard was Xavier with a sketchbook, sneaking quick glances at ravenette.

They were a couple of few words Enid noticed. In public they gained the reputation of Nevermore's new power couple. They weren't your classic high school romance. Instead of hand holding, Xavier's hand was meet with the sharp slap of Wednesday's. Instead of gooey compliments there told sharp snarky remarks. Yet their actions contained love, even Enid couldn't deny they were quite adorable together.

Enid shook her head and focused back to the present. She observed the two. Xavier's legs stretched across the bed tangled along with Wednesday's. Her usual scowl was replaced with a soft relaxed look only interrupted when she found a mistake quickly scribbling the correction with her red pen. That's another thing Enid loved about her. The way she gets lost in her writing, putting more emotion in the words on the paper than in the words she says aloud. She could write for hours not realizing it's beyond midnight as time quickly become irrelevant to her. Enid see this now as Wednesday's eyelids slowly become heavy. They drupe one blink after another as her head starts to lower.

By this point Xavier has noticed the dozing raven and was already taking the papers and pen out of her hand and placing them on her desk. She protested saying she wasn't tired as a yawn slipped from her mouth. Xavier let out a soft chuckle, turning off the the lamp and making his way back to the bed. Carefully he laid back down and pulled Wednesday to lay next to him.

Once they found a comfortable position, Xavier started to undo Wednesday's long braids. Pulling each elastic over his hand so that they would lightly hug his wrist. Running his fingers through her long silky hair, untangling the perfectly woven braids into a sea of darkness.

Wednesday never let Enid touch her hair. She told her that it bring her displeasure and not the good kind. The feeling of people putting their clammy disgusting hands on her hair made her eye twitch. Enid respected her boundaries, but seeing that boy touch her roommates hair made her livid.

Currently in her sleepy state, Wednesday turned to cling onto Xavier, burring her nose in the crook of his neck, and wrapping a leg around his waist. Taking in his warmth she clung to him like a baby panda. Xavier wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose on the top of her head.

Enid sat and watched the couple silently. It hurt. It burned. Watching Wednesday completely unfold in his arms. How she wished it was her who she was clinging to. How she wished it was her who got her hand slapped whenever she tried to intertwined them. Oh how she wished she was in Xavier's place. Yet she continued to stay silent, hoping and waiting for her silly crush to dissipate. The burning in her heart only grew stronger.

It wasn't long till her heart would be charred.

y'all the grammar in this is actually ass