Wednesday, March 13th, 2023
6:02AM
Enid's POV
I'm up at the ass crack of dawn today and I couldn't be happier.
Last night we got back to Nevermore, and unlike when we drove to San Francisco, we did not stop once on the way back. So, when me and Wednesday finally walked back into our dorm room, all we could do was sleep, and that's what we did yesterday. Neither of us liked the idea of sleeping in separate beds, so we slept in hers. I wasn't super excited to sleep in a bed that's literally rock hard, but I got over it pretty quickly.
Wednesday's usual a very light sleeper, but luckily for me, she was super tired yesterday. Even if she wasn't, she doesn't normally wake up for another hour anyways. Carefully, I unwrap my arms around her body and hold my breath as I slide out of her bed. Not really sure why I held my breath, but it felt right in order to not wake her up.
I stand to the side, taking a moment to glance down at the pretty girl before turning around. You're probably wondering why I'm up so early in the morning. Well, I've decided to make Wednesday breakfast in bed, or the best food I'm able to make with what I'm working with.
It goes without saying that my girlfriends had a really rough couple of days, after Tyler and all of that. I'd be lying if I knew exactly how to help her out. I mean, there's only so much advice I can give about dealing with trauma without having dealt with my own. So, I'll try my hardest to make sure she feels loved, in every single way. That starts with breakfast in bed before the first day back at school.
I asked her if she wanted to skip today, I doubt her mother would have minded, but she insisted yesterday that she didn't. "My academics will keep my mind at ease," is what she told me. For a second, I thought she had been lying but then I remembered Wednesday really does feel at peace when learning and doing her schoolwork, so I didn't question it any further.
I turn around and walk over to my end of the room. Climbing over my bed, I reach into my mini fridge and feel around for the waffle mix that I had put together late last night. I know Wednesday likes waffles, even if she strongly opposes pancakes. I grab the mix out of the fridge, and I make sure to take out a box of raspberries.
On the topic of the drive back, Wednesday had her first therapy appointment yesterday, you know, the one I signed her up for last week. Before she joined the zoom meeting, she asked me if I could sit in with her. Obviously I didn't say no, if she was most comfortable doing it with me there, then there I was going to be. Although, it was strange doing it in the car, especially surrounded by Yoko, Easton, and Reggie. But they all put their headphones in and paid no mind to the conversation, at least that's what they said they did.
Besides that, I'd say the call went well. Wednesday didn't seem to outwardly hate the therapist, Rachel I think her name was? Yeah, I'm pretty sure it was Rachel. She was nice, and she seemed to be understanding of well...everything I guess. Before the call, I told Wednesday that she didn't need to talk about anything she didn't want to, but she spoke about everything. I guess it's a way of coping, which makes sense, but I think it was an in the moment thing.
After I grab all that I need, I tip-toe over to the door. Making as little noise as possible, I open the door and walk into the hallway, making sure to shut and lock it behind me. If I could, I would make all this stuff in our dorm, that way I wouldn't have to do all of this sneaking around. However, I don't have the proper supplies to make a full-on breakfast in bed. As annoying as that might be, at least I know people who do.
I turn to the left, walking to the dorm room right next to me and Wednesday's, also the first one in Ophelia Hall. I don't bother knocking, and knowing this door is never locked, I just walk in. Maybe not the smartest idea, but I told them last night that I would be coming in to use their waffle maker.
"Who the fuck?" I hear someone say as I shut their door behind me. I look over to the right side of the room, and I see Kent rub his eyes as he sits up slightly. After he speaks, I can hear Ajax groan to the left of me as he rolls over his bed, both of them audibly signing at the time of day.
"Oh relax, I literally told you guys that I was gonna be here." I remind them as I walk over to Ajax's side of the room, that's where the waffle maker is. I pick up the small appliance and plug it into the wall, setting it on his dresser so I can get to work. I hear another sigh come from behind me. "I said six, did I not?"
"Yeah, and you also once told me you were straight, so clearly I don't believe everything I hear." Ajax points out, and I listen as Kent snickers from his side of the room before he gets out of bed. I smile at the remark. It's nice being friends with Ajax, and it's even better that we're able to make jokes about our relationship. He was never a bad guy, we just weren't meant to be together, and that's okay.
"Alright, fine, point taken." I say, waiting for the waffle maker to heat up before I go any further. I turn around upon feeling a tap of my shoulder, only to find nobody so I look the other way. There, Kent walks by me and towards the bathroom.
"Can you make me one?" He asks, his voice deeper than normal due to him having just woken up. "Smells good by the way." He tries to compliment, probably hoping that I'm more likely to say yes if he does so.
"Sure, but only if you let me borrow your whipped cream." I say, causing him to turn around and look at me strangely. I look back at him. "What, would it be too much?" I ask, and he shrugs his shoulders.
"Depends, does Addams strike you as the kind of girl that likes whipped cream on her waffles?" He notes, and I nod my head, realizing that no, my girlfriend does not strike me as the kind of girl that likes whipped cream on her waffles. Kent continues into the bathroom as I hear Ajax roll over once again.
"Right." I respond, turning back to face the now ready waffle maker. I grab the mix and pour it into the small, heated pan. I stop pouring for a moment as I contemplate how thick Wednesday likes her waffles. Would she like them fluffy, or thin? Did I even make the right mix for thin waffles? Is there even such a thing as a thin waffle?
"Enid." Ajax says, snapping me out of my train of thought. I whip my head over to him, now sitting up in his bed.
"Yeah?"
"I'm afraid you're overthinking this." He notes.
"What makes you say that?" I ask. I turn back to the waffle maker. I lean my head down and stand eye level to the dresser as I slowly pour the mix into the pan, carefully watching each and every drop that lands into the appliance. If I'm not sure how she likes her waffles, I have to make it so it's nearly impossible for her not to like them. They'll be perfectly cooked, maybe a little overcooked for her since she seems to trend that way. There will be no whipped cream, no chocolate, and no sugar. Definitely no sugar, then they'll be perfect.
"No reason."
"Mmm."
"Look, I'm just saying you got nothing to worry about." He insists. I stop pouring and glance back over to him. "If anyone knows how to make Wednesday Addams waffles, it's you." He says sincerely, and I stand back up having a bit more confidence in my skills to make her a good breakfast. I look back over to the waffle maker and pour the mix how I normally would, then set it off to the side as I shut the pan.
"And just think," Kent says, reopening the bathroom door. We all hear the toilet flush as he walks out of the bathroom. "even if they do suck, Wednesday loves you enough to lie and say she likes them anyway."
Right.
The three of us chat for a few minutes as I wait for the waffles to be done. When they are, I grab them out of the pan, set them onto the plate, and leave the mix for Kent so he can make his own.
Off to the next room.
I walk out the door with the plate of freshly made waffles in my hand. I made sure to cook them up a little bit for her, I feel like she would like them better that way. Now going across the hall, I think about how this might be a door that I should knock on, who knows what I might walk into if I don't.
I've walked in on them before, and I have no interest in doing it again.
Reasonably, I knock on the door. The odds that either of them are up this early is pretty low. I mean, I don't think anybody in this hallway is up early. Well, except for me and the two people I woke up a few seconds ago. I get no response, and I hesitate to do so, but I knock on the door again. It's the same with Kent and Ajax, I literally told people to be ready. It only takes another moment before I can hear someone move from inside the room, then begin to head toward the door.
"Are you fucking with me right now?" Yoko asks once the door is fully open. She slides on her sunglasses, but I can tell she's rolling her eyes. "Seriously Sinclair, it's three in the morning."
"It's six."
"Oh, big difference." She responds sarcastically.
"Three-hour difference actually." I tell her, walking by the girl as she moves out of the doorway, inviting me into their dorm. Since they're dating, Yoko and Divina pushed their beds together to make one big bed. It's cute, and they've made it so it looks comfortable as well, which is what me and my girlfriend want to do. I see Divina lying face down on the mattress, and I set the waffles on Yoko's dresser as I walk towards the corner of their room. "Morning Divina!"
"Enid, it's too early for this." She says, scooting herself over to the edge of the bed to grab her phone. She sighs dramatically as she reads the time, turning her phone to face me. "School doesn't start for another two hours."
"I literally told you guys I was coming." I remind them, and I begin to go through the bags of food we have left over from the drive. Not sure why, but Yoko was the one that took all the leftover food we bought. I don't really care too much, I mean, I'd rather her eat it than have it go to waste. Although, there's one thing that I need to get, and luckily for me, it's the one food that Yoko doesn't like the texture of.
Kiwis.
I smile, taking out the bag of fruit. Wednesday loves these things. I'm not really sure why, but she does. So, even if everything else on the plate does suck, she'll at least have something edible.
"Coming from the girl who wakes up no earlier than two in the afternoon on the weekends." Yoko says. I look over to her, quickly walking back to her dresser to grab the waffles. "Is that all you needed to get, the fucking kiwis?" She asks as if I didn't tell her this yesterday.
"Yup."
"Girl, I could have given them to you at lunch or something." She says, walking back over to her bed as I make my way to the door. I glance back at her, shaking my head slightly.
"That would defeat the whole 'breakfast in bed' thing." I tell her. She lays back down next to Divina as I open up the door. "Besides, this way you guys get to be blessed with my presence before school starts!" I joke, now standing in the doorway. Yoko takes her sunglasses back off, setting them on her nightstand as she closes her eyes.
"Must we be blessed so early in the morning?" She asks. I nod my head and begin to leave the two of them be, that is until Yoko stops me when I start to shut the door. "Enid, the light!" She yells from across the room. I smirk, walk back in, and flip off the light switch.
To the next room.
As I walk next door, I think about how I never told the next two people that I was coming to see them so early. Hopefully they don't mind, even though they probably will. As I approach the door, I make sure to knock. To my surprise, it only takes a few seconds for someone to walk up and open the door for me.
Hm, I guess they are awake.
"Oh my God, Enid!" Taylor says, pulling me into a short hug as she sees me. I make sure to hold the plate to the side so it doesn't spill as I hug her back. Taylor's a relatively new addition to the friend group, and I can't complain. She's incredibly nice, and she and Easton seem to have a really good relationship. I still stand by what I told Wednesday when we first met her, she looks a lot like Hermione from Harry Potter, specifically Prisoner of Azkaban Hermione. "When did you get back?" She asks, pulling away from the hug.
"Yesterday, but we were all tired so we just slept." I say, smiling at the girl as she motions for me to come into her room. She nods her head in understanding and shuts the door behind the both of us. Her dorm isn't much different than the others. It's a double, two beds, two desks, the large circular window, and a bathroom off to the side. I've only been in this room a few times, but it looks the same for the most part. The only major difference is they have a TV in their room, which I think Taylor bought not too long ago.
"Did you guys have fun?" She asks, walking over to her closet as she takes out a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt. "Or was it at least tolerable?"
I wish.
"None of the above." I say, turning around as I notice her beginning to take off her top. Taylor's a very open person, and while I like to think it's a good thing, she definitely has her moments that catch me off guard a bit. I swear, the more I interact with her, the more I think about how perfect she and Easton are for each other.
"Aww, that sucks, I'm sorry." She replies. I can hear articles of clothing fall onto the floor as she changes behind me, and I just stand here waiting for her to be finished. "I mean, at least you guys are back, right? There's a plus." She adds, and I nod my head.
"That's true." I respond. She's right, at least we're back. It's strange, the whole reason that we went down there to begin with was because there was some big announcement to be made to me and my brothers, however, we never did find out what that announcement was. Maybe our parents thought it should wait after all the stuff with Tyler happened. My mothers not a good person by any means, but I think even she felt a bit bad for Wednesday, which shocks me a bit.
"Alright, I'm done." She says, and I turn around to look back at the girl. Taylor throws her pajamas into her laundry bin as she walks over to her dresser, reaching to the floor and grabbing her shoes. "So, what brings you here? I mean, it is six in the morning, not many people are up this early." She smiles, walking back to her bed.
"I'm making Wednesday a breakfast in bed, and I was wondering if I could use your electric tea maker? She's not a big coffee drinker." I answer, and she nods her head.
"Wait, that's so sweet! Of course you can, it's over near Bianca's desk." She says, pointing to the other side of the room. I set the plate on top of Taylor's dresser before walking over to the tea maker, quickly turning it on as there's already water in it. "There's black, green, and matcha tea in the right drawer, but I have a feeling Wednesday's only interested in the first one." She adds, and I smirk. Also true, she might like green and matcha tea, but black is most definitely her go-to. I reach into the right drawer and rummage around for a moment before finding a few black tea packets.
As I wait for the water to boil, it's just me and Taylor in the room doing our own things. It's a comfortable silence. I did miss Nevermore, not just for the people but for the vibe. You know, when there's not a Hyde, Crackstone, or a murderous teacher, the place is actually nice to be at.
"So, why are you up so early?" I ask her. "Like you said, not many people are up at six in the morning."
"Bianca wakes up at like five to go for a morning swim on the weekdays, and since she showers afterward, I normally wake up around this time. So, I thought 'why not go for a quick run in the morning?' I mean, I have nothing better to do." She explains. Literally couldn't be me. Waking up early is one thing, but using that limited energy to go for a whole ass run? Yeah no, definitely don't see myself doing that anytime soon. I look back over to the tea maker as I hear the water boil, and I quickly turn off the machine.
"Oh shoot." I mutter, realizing I don't have a mug to pour the tea into. Taylor looks up from her shoes and walks over to me.
"What's up?"
"I forgot to grab a mug." I admit.
"Does Wednesday have her own back at your dorm?" She questions, I glance over to her and nod my head. She smiles, grabbing her phone from her nightstand. "Oh, then you can just take the tea maker." She says, and I give her a confused expression as she gathers her wallet, dorm key, and student ID.
"You sure? I think I'd feel too bad."
"Don't worry about it. As long as you return it before dinner, I don't think me or Bianca will mind that much. It's not like we're gonna use it before then anyways." She reassures me, and I thank her.
Soon after, we're both walking out of her and Bianca's dorm, her to go on her morning jog, and me to give Wednesday her food. I made sure to prepare everything on the plate beforehand, and after I walk back into our dorm, I handled the tea. On a dark wooden tray, there's a plate with three slightly overcooked waffles with some raspberries on top, there's some sliced kiwi to the side, a small bar of dark chocolate, a mug of hot water, and a few black tea packets next to it. I'm proud of how nice it looks, especially given what I was working with, but I think she'll like it.
Honestly, I'm surprised she's still asleep. Although, it's been around thirty minutes since I've woken up, and she doesn't usually start her day for another half-hour. As I walk over to her, I make sure to remain light of my feet. I gently set the tray on her nightstand before looking over to her. Part of me feels bad for waking her up earlier than normal, but let's hope she understands.
I can't help but admire how beautifully she sleeps. Creepy? Well, yes, but beautiful no less. Her jet-black braided hair rests on both sides of her head, and her long eyelashes sit so flawlessly. I glance at her freckled face and smooth skin, her lips and her ears, her hands and her nose, everything. She's just so perfect, in every way. I smile, leaning down and gently tapping her shoulder. As she wakes up, I reach over to the nightstand and grab the tray of food.
"Morning sleeping beauty." I softly tell her, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear as I place a small kiss on her forehead. She blushes slightly at the gesture.
"Morning." She says, and I smirk at the raspiness of her voice. She's normally awake before me, so I don't get to hear it that often. I watch as she looks down at the tray on her lap, and I sit on the edge of the bed. "What's all this?"
"Breakfast in bed." I state. "It's our first day back, I thought it would be a nice start to the day. I knew that you didn't like pancakes, so I opted for waffles, although I'm still not entirely sure how you like your waffles. So, if they're not good just try your best to ignore those, but I did cook them up a bit longer cause I figured you would like that better. Then there are raspberries because you like those, and kiwis cause I know that's your favorite." I ramble, not yet having noticed her now looking at me instead of the food. "Oh, and I also put some tea and dark chocolate on there just because I thought they would be good additions-"
"Enid." She says, and I look over to her.
"Yeah?"
"It looks positively terrible." She tells me. "I am looking forward to trying it." I smirk as she finishes her sentence.
"Well, don't let me keep you waiting." I reply, and I let her focus back to the tray of food as I get up from the bed.
Me and her haven't really spoken around the whole Tyler thing yet. I mean, I know what happened, she told me that much after we got back to my house. I'm not saying she needs to talk about it, because she doesn't. However, Wednesday is really independent, or at least she thinks she is, and I know she thinks she can handle everything by herself. We've had this conversation before about other things, but I need her to know that even though this is a different situation, it's still okay to have emotions about it.
"So...how are you feeling?" I ask, shuffling my feet as she glances back over to me. Based on her expression, I already know she knows where I'm doing with this. She goes back to her food, opening the tea packet and setting it into the mug.
"As I normally do." She says, no longer keeping eye contact. I ignore the fact that her response doesn't really answer my question.
"That's good, that's good." I quietly say. For some reason, I feel nervous to continue this conversation. Not because I think Wednesday's gonna pull a knife on me or anything, but I don't want her to think I'm gonna make her talk about it. Honestly, I feel like we should, or at least she should, but that's not up for me to decide. Still, she should know she has options and that I'm not going to let her avoid them. "And you're ready to go back to school?" I ask, and Wednesday glares at me. "Just making sure."
"Yes Enid, why wouldn't I be?" She says, genuinely looking for an answer. She's kidding right? Like, she must be joking. I know it's been less than three days since it happened, but pretending like something traumatic simply didn't happen only makes it worse in the long run.
Hm, maybe I should start taking my own advice.
"Rachel said you need time to process your emotions." I outwardly say. There's no point in beating around the bush anymore, we both know damn well what I was talking about.
"I've had two days." She responds defensively. I watch as she takes her mug of tea and takes a sip, and it astounds me that the flaming hot water has no effect on her. "My emotions are processed."
"That's ridiculous."
"Quite the contrary."
"Wednesday," I start, sitting back down on the edge of her bed. My eyes stay trained on her face until she looks at me, and I set my right hand gently on her knee. I know my girlfriend, and I know that she's only defensive when something's bothering her. "it's okay to let yourself be human. I know I've told you that before, but it doesn't hurt to be reminded." I add. For a second, that's all that's said, and it's just the two of us sitting here staring at each other. Her face may be blank, but you can always tell how she's feeling through her eyes. Sadly, there's still a hint of that defeated look I saw when I found her in that basement.
"I'd rather not burden myself with that right now, now so soon after-" She stops, looking down at her tray. I notice her left hand fidgeting with one of the tea packets. "Well...I believe you know what I'm referring to."
Yeah, I do.
"I won't rush you, Wednesday, but I won't let you drown in it either." I say, rubbing small circles with my thumb on her knee. She slowly nods her head. "So, if you ever do feel like talking about it...you know I'm always here." I mention. As I said before, she knows I'm here for her, but the reminder is always helpful.
"Thank you, Enid." She quietly replies, looking away from me for a second. I smile.
"No need to thank me." I say, and she turns her head back over to me. "That's what girlfriends are for." After I speak, once again, there's some time where we just look at each other. My eyes glance all over her face as I admire all of her features for the second time today, and she does the same to me. I wonder what she's thinking, but this time she says it out loud.
"Will you come back to bed?" She asks, and I smirk. I don't give her a direct response, rather I walk to the other side and climb onto the mattress. I scoot right up next to her as I pull the comforter over my legs and waist, carefully enough not to knock anything over on the tray.
We sit and chat after I get comfortable. Well, it's mostly me chatting as she eats the breakfast. We don't talk about Tyler, which I am okay with, but instead nearly everything else. School, friends, family, it's nice. I always love talking with Wednesday, no matter what it's about. I'm also happy that she's been enjoying the food, especially the waffles. Turns out I made them just right, even after all of that overthinking. As she takes her last sip of tea, I turn to look at the clock, seeing that it's almost time for us to get ready.
"Enid." She says, setting her mug on the tray.
"Wednesday."
"When you woke me up," She starts, looking over to me as she folds up her napkin and places it neatly on the plate. "You called me sleeping beauty, why?" She questions. I smirk at her, seriously wondering how she doesn't understand the nickname.
"Why wouldn't I?" I reply. "You had been sleeping, and you're beautiful." I easily explain. She hums in response.
"And I suppose that makes you the prince then, since you woke me up?" She clarifies.
"Yeah, I guess it does." I laugh slightly, thinking back to earlier this morning. She looks away, visibly thinking to herself before saying anything else.
"Well...I don't recall ever getting a kiss to be woken up with." She shyly points out. I notice the shade of red on her face as she says this, and I can feel the blush form on my face as well.
"Is this you asking for a kiss, Wednesday?" I tease.
"Not if you're going to rub it in."
"Oh c'mon, you know I'll always say yes to a kiss." I respond. Right after, both of our heads lean in closer to one another, and our lips connect softly as we pull each other into a deep and gentle kiss.
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Consider this chapter my official apology for the last two chapters. I made sure to put it out quickly so y'all know how sorry I really am😭. I hope y'all liked it, and I'm excited for them finally to be back at Nevermore!!