But now in their dormitory floats this stupid, annoying and itchy, why itchy, silence.
And Wednesday doesn’t like stupid things, so she just tries to snap this blonde mess out of her mindless limbo.
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“Am I missing something?” Wednesday calmly answers.
The blond wolf just huffs.
How… annoying. So maybe she did something wrong. Wednesday frowns and crosses her arms, trying to recall Enid's stupid monologue. Unsurprisingly, she finds absolutely nothing.
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Those horribly blue eyes are so dark; as if some mystic black abyss swallowed the bluest ocean on Earth.
“Nice feeling, right? When you can't have what you want...” The werewolf bitterly says and leaves the room, mumbling something about Wednesday's emotional cowardice.
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“You know exactly what I mean.” Enid shyly whispers and slowly lifts her face. Wednesday could have sworn for a moment she saw hope in her friend's eyes, she saw expectation, she saw desire.
The desire of what?
Wednesday shivered.
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"Get out of my way, Wednesday." Enid whispers; her breath embracing the freckled face of her wildly brown-eyed and very distracted, extremely unfocused, best friend.
Oh, she will not.
"No, I will not..."
"Then I'm going to kiss you, silly."
"Oh."
"Oh."
Wait, what?
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"So..." She jokingly kicks Wednesday's shoe. Her roommate looks sharply into her eyes. It's a trap (and Addams loves every kind of creative trap).
Therefore, she waits.
Stares and waits.
"Is that you implying that... a bit of touch is not too unwelcomed?"
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"Enid." Enid is really close now. Wednesday's body can feel it. Wednesday's eyes can see it.
Just a few more inches and she could…
"Move, Wednesday." The blue, furious eyes are the only visible thing in Wednesday's field of view.
No, she thinks.
"No" she says.
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