Wenclair oneshots

what am I to someone like you?

damn already at 100 parts 😃

Summary:
Enid is emotional. For once Wednesday understands.

Enid was a girl of many emotions. Wednesday didn't understand. Some nights Enid would be on her phone, thumbs furiously tapping against the screen with tears in her eyes, and she would stay like that late into the night.

Other times Enid would be up late on her phone watching short videos with obnoxious voice-overs or sped up music and she would laugh, smile, repeat.

Some mornings Enid happily pours herself a bowl of fruity pebbles with way too much milk, claiming she liked the flavor of the milk afterwards when it turned pinkish purple. But other mornings Enid would grumble about the cereal and want a fried egg

Enid got frustrated easily when she thought she was failing the expectations of perfection, a high standard she had to live up to, a standard that she put on herself. But she would frustrate in silence, only the twitch of her eye giving it away.

But when she stubbed her toe against the end of her bed, she expressed her pain and frustration very loudly. She would swear.

("Ow! That hurt like a bitch!" howled the wolf girl one night.

Wednesday was in bed with a heavy, gloomy old book in hand. She tried her hardest to fight back a smile. For a moment, the smile won.

"Is this fucking funny to you?" demanded Enid, pointing her claw at Wednesday. It was supposed to sound threatening, but a grin was evident in her tone.

Hearing such a strong word from the otherwise preppy and collected girl forced a snort out of Wednesday, and that snort developed into a fit of laughter.)

Some days Enid was happy to see her "not-quite-boyfriend-but-we-did-kiss" Ajax, and other days after seeing him she looked so tired and confused. Wednesday hated that emotion the most. Because for some reason it made Enid not talk to her for hours, days, and it made Wednesday ache and feel oddly lonely.

Enid would shower abd she would sing stupid love songs giddily.

Enid would take forever brushing her hair, a smile on her face as she did so.

Enid would pout at her friends when she was teasing, but secretly she wanted them to agree with whatever ridiculous claim she made on different celebrities.

Wednesday always noticed, she noticed and she burned.

That is all to say, Enid is a girl with many emotions.

Wednesday is a girl who tries to limit herself to as few emotions as possible.

For years it worked. But not anymore.

The realization came abruptly when Wednesday was using the disgusting public bathroom at school. She had a crush on Enid. She did what any sane person would do in that moment. She flushed, washed her hands, and pushed the feelings down as hard as she could, shoving then in an old tattered shoebox and tucking it in the deepest, darkest corner of her mind.

That shoebox disintegrated only moments after when she saw Enid laughing at whatever not funny thing Ajax had whispered in her ear.

Wednesday was both in love and jealous. Two emotions she was hardly used to feeling. She stood and stared at the happy not-quite couple like an idiot.

Enid caught her eye, and the smile dropped from her face. She said something Wednesday didn't hear. Then, Ajax got mad. Be made angry pathetic gestures with his hands but Enid wouldn't apologize for whatever she said, she simply stood there with her arms crossed and her nose up in the air. Wednesday couldn't bite back her grin. Enid had always been stubborn.