Enid's POV:
Wednesday and I had finally been released from the hospital! Honestly the longest four days of my life. All I wanted to do was cuddle up to Wens in my own bed (or hers for that matter.)
We got into the Addams family car and headed off for their house. I may have not been there in real life but I have been there in Wednesdays head. And from what she has described these past couple of days, her house is the same as it is in her head. Thank goodness cause I don't think I could handle trying to get used to the house as it is in real life vs Wednesdays head.
After about a three hour car ride filled with stories of Wednesdays family, we arrived at the house. The excitement was still there when I saw the house just as it was in Wednesdays head. There's just something about this house that brings me so much joy!
"You know where my room is I presume?" Wednesday questions.
"Of course I do! It's not like I spent half my time in it or anything."
She gently rolled her eyes at me, "I'm going to go set up our date. Thing will come get you when I am ready."
"Okay! I'll miss you." I say with a lopsided smile.
"I will feel the same."
Wednesday and I headed off our separate ways with me going to her room and her going out the back door. The anticipation of what exactly she's setting up is so strong right now. I kinda just wanna sneak out and watch as she sets everything up but I know that would ruin the surprise.
Instead of ruining the surprise, I decided to just go and put on some music in Willa's room. She even had the record player that was in her room when I was in her head. Like I knew Wens was a detailed person but this is like next level detailed.
I lay down the same record she had played for me before. My eyes wondered around the room admiring how every detail was the same as it was in her head. She's so amazing.
However there was something here that wasn't in her head. I walk over to her desk to see a paper that looked like it had been crumpled up and then unraveled.
Dear Enid,
My family often speaks of the Addams family curse. The one where we are destined to love those around us and find our one true love for life and death. For the longest time I despised hearing about this curse because I was determined to not be like the rest of my family and fall to the feet of a curse. However, when I came to Nevermore my view on the curse changed drastically. That was because of you.
I could not fathom why all of a sudden I was finding myself doing small acts of kindness towards you. Why I was becoming considerate about your feelings. Why I was feeling things. None of it was making any sense to me. I had gone a long ten years of being a cold hearted, emotionless person. Yet when I came to Nevermore, that all changed.
I found myself falling for a person I'd never want to even be seen with in the same room. With all your bright colors, loud music, constant affection, and loving nature I despised you. Until that despise became longing and that longing became an unknown feeling. You make me more confused than the mystery I'm solving. We don't make any sense together. You are everything I am not. Everything I hate. Yet I don't hate you. In fact I
The last part had faint marks of left over graphite from being erased. I wonder what she had written there? Like I just know there is so many different things that could be there.
It's going to drive me crazy not knowing what she wrote there. But I didn't get any time to think more on it because Thing came scurrying up on the desk, signing that Wens was ready for our date!
I'm so so SO excited!
Thing leads me to the beginning of the woods where Wednesday stood holding a red rose and a dark brown woven basket. She looked absolutely beautiful with the melding colors of the sunset shining down on her.
I walked right up to her where she handed me the rose. She even took every thorn off of the stem so I wouldn't hurt myself. That was honestly one of the sweetest things ever!
"Shall we?" She says, extending her hand out to mine.
Gladly I take her hand as we begin to walk down a path made of roses and tulips with little black lanterns placed every so often. It was breathtaking. Not as breathtaking as her of course but it was a close second.
We reached the treehouse where she allowed me to climb up the spiral staircase winding around the massive tree trunk. The building was quit out of place in the forest seeing its gothic look.
Inside there was a beautifully carved wooden bookshelf covered in antique books and some succulents. Lurch really has his work cut out for him with all he has to take care of.
My eyes wonder around the treehouse some more where I see a little kitchenette and a small living space across from it. There was another small staircase that I hadn't been up before. So of course I went up it!
O. M. G.
It's so pretty up here! The gothic bed in the center with the whole roof being glass panels with a small garden on one side. Honestly I'd love a home like this just with more color of course!
"This is mother and father's favorite place to send Pugsley and I when they've had enough of our antics." Wednesday speaks in a low voice, startling me in the process.
"GEEZ-! You scared me! I'm going to have to get you a bell or something so you stop scaring the shit out of me." I joke.
"Or perhaps I'll have to teach you to not scare so easily."
Even if she did teach me, I'd never not jump at her sneaking up on me. She even scares her mother and she like never gets scared. So my likely hood of not getting startled by her are one to absolutely none.
"Or we could do both?" I suggest.
"I refuse to wear a bell. Now let's go, the food will get cold."
"But there's a literal mini oven and microwave down there. We could just heat it-"
"Enid," She cut me off.
"Got it. Got it."
We walk back down to the main floor of the treehouse where Wednesday had laid all of the food out on the table facing the big white screen on the wall.
Movie and a dinner? Score!
Wednesday points to the giant floor pillow sitting on the right. I'm glad she has these cause if I had eaten on the couch I most definitely would've had my food all down the front of myself.
"Sooo, what movie did you choose!"
I'm anxiously dying to know. I really really hope she didn't choose a horror movie. Or at least not a super scary one.
"Fear street 1994. From my research it has the romance you want and the gore I want."
Awww! She researched the perfect movie for us to watch! That's literally so freaking cute!
She started the movie as we began to eat the main course of the meal. My knife cuts into the very thick piece of ribeye. Wens knew it was getting around to be the full moon soon. She always pays so much attention to me and my life without ever fully acknowledging it to me. It's kinda funny.
After we finished our meal which was absolutely AMAZING, we got up on the couch. I laid my head on her lap as I stayed engrossed in the movie. As much as I hate horror movies, the romance between the two main characters had me on the edge of my seat.
Wens began to gently twirl my hair with her finger. I look up to see her not paying any attention to the movie. Full focus was on...me.
"What is it Willa?"
She reached out and cupped my face, giving me the softest eyes in the process. Oh god oh god! Im actually going to fucking melt right now. Guess I'm in my Elsa era. GREAT NOT IM MAKING DISNEY REFERENCES CAUSE IM NERVOUS.
"There is just so much I want to say. I'm just not sure how to formulate the words I want to say."
Gay loser.
I MEAN-
Okay I can't really say anything seeing I'm also a gay loser but still. I can get where Wens is coming from.
"Does it have to do with what you wrote in a old letter to me by chance...?" I ask hesitantly.
Her hand pulled away from my face. She better put that hand back right now or so god help me!
"You read that..."
"Yeah...It was laying wide open on your desk."
"It seems we will be holding a double funeral for my parents this evening. I should have known they would pull something like that."
Wednesday clearly seemed like she didn't want me to have seen that note. Maybe it wasn't written how she wanted it? Or it was missing things?
"Well is what was in the letter true?"
"Every word."
I can feel the heat rush to my face. I've gotta be bright red right now.
"You don't have to try and explain the words you wanna tell me. Maybe you could just show me...with a...kiss? We haven't actually kissed in real life but if you don't want-"
My voice was cut off by her cold soft lips touching mine. She REALLY put everything she was feeling into that kiss. The kissing kept going and going and going.
My asthma was actually going to murder me in my sleep for this. That's a problem for future Enid.
I was about to lay on my back when I heard a scream coming from the movie. My immediate reaction was to check who was screaming. Doing so I hit my head off of Wednesdays knocking her down onto the coffee table. Which now we've gotta replace...
Turns out the screaming was just some girl getting her head out through a meat grinder! No big deal at all! Yeah!
I'm going to have nightmares for months.
"Shit! Wens I'm so so sorry!" I drop down to the floor to make sure she's okay.
"It's fine Enid. At least I know this time our kiss was very much so in real life."
We locked the eyes once more, "Plus, for you, Id gladly get knocked in the head and break a coffee table or two if that meant I got to," she paused, "Exchange saliva with you."
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING RIGHT NOW.
SHE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT BS AGAIN.
UGH.
I smack her in the shoulder hard but not to hard. It's not like I actually want to hurt Wens. To be honest I'd probably cry if I did genuinely hurt her.
"I can't believe you said that bull shit again!"
"I found it amusing."
Offff course she did. Typical Wednesday move. But seriously if she says that again I'm melting an Italian knife or two. Only the ones she never uses so she won't miss them that much. I'm not that much of a monster.
"Go figure. Get up you dork." I say with a chuckle.
"Call me 'dork' again and I take a match to one of your stuffed creatures."
"Repeat your saliva sentence one more time and I melt a knife of yours. How's the taste of your own medicine taste Wens."
"Not as good as the taste of chocolate syrup on your lips."
I'm gonna pass the fuck out right now. She had no right pulling that over on me. Now to find a way to get back at her?
This might take like years to actually formulate the perfect flirting tactic for her. Not even exaggerating.
I looked at her softly, "Promise me something?"
"Of course Cara Mia."
Strike 4987 of gay panic.
Quickly I compose myself, "Promise me we'll get married and have a cute house that matches our personality perfectly. Maybe a few pets and if you'd be okay with it, maybe adopt a kid or maybe even two?"
"I promise."
If only she knew that would never happen.