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These days, the werewolf has made it a habit to do the school newspaper’s crossword puzzle every time another issue is published. Wednesday, for one, had no idea that printed journalism was even still in existence, let alone at Nevermore. She honestly thought that all reporters had been sent upstate to a picturesque farm where they could freely graze and write op-eds without the need to make money or live in fear of federal agents.
What was she saying?
Oh yes. The puzzles.
She’d devise a downright devious plan. Nothing like the various torture sessions with her brother or gore infused revenge on bullies. No, this plan would smart, cunning, and above all, hers.
She would help Enid with one of her crosswords.
The two sat in class a week later, with Wednesday reading a gothic novella, and Enid hunched over in a fluffy pink sweater, staring at the rows and columns. The other students having long left, leaving the pair waiting for the call stating that their room had been drained of harmful necrotic energy that had somehow found its way through their pipes.
“Are you having trouble?” Wednesday asked innocently, head peering over the top of her copy of Carmilla.
“Well, first off, the words for the puzzle are so odd. Blogging? Rainbows? San Fransisco?-”
Okay, maybe Wednesday could’ve done better one the other answers, but in her defense, she was really only thinking of one.
“-But that’s not the only thing. Eight letters for how a friend really feels? I think I’m stuck.”
Never mind. Wednesday is an absolute diabolical genius. The plan worked.
“Well, it might be a phrase, no spaces, not a single word. Have you tried a phrase? A common saying?”
“Nooo…but-I mean-what phrase? What saying?”
“Well, does the puzzle have some sort of overarching theme?”
“I mean, I like all of these things.”
“Okay, so, how would a friend, a person you care about, ideally express how they feel about you? Hypothetically.”
Enid seems to stare off into the distance for a little while, like a so called monster, unwilling to hide their form, too tired and overwhelmed by the prospect of emotion. She writes the phrase, six across, and completes the crossword.
I LOVE YOU
Wednesday thinks she’s got the black cat in the bag, when rather abruptly, Enid lets out a long, exhausted sigh. She turns to her friend with sad, but soft eyes.
“Wednesday, there’s something I have to tell you.”
At this point, Wednesday is confused. Her book slams shut. Why in the nine hells is Enid so depressed all of a sudden? So… existential. This was supposed to be a sweet confession, instead, Wednesday thinks she’s about to lose her best friend. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. Maybe she’s figured it out. Why did she ever think it was a good idea to confess to her best friend?
“What is it?”
“W-will you still talk to me? Even if I say something you might not like?”
Yeah definitely a bad idea. And not subversive and counterculture bad, but I-might-just-lose-my-best-friend-bad. Wednesday braces herself.
“Enid, I’ll always have your back.”
Enid smiles softly, pushing a strand of blonde and blue behind an ear.
“I-uh, I really like you, and- um, well, I don’t wanna to just be friends.”
Oh thank beelzebub.
Wednesday was fucking elated, but also-
“Wait, wait wait wait wait. I was supposed to be the one confessing!”
“What?”
“I made the cross word. I changed it out with the other one that the newspaper kids were gonna print. I put that I love you there.”
“Woah, really? I honestly thought it was a coincidence.” Enid was making heart eyes but Wednesday actually looked really put out.
And not just the regular gloom and edge, but down. “Wednesday, what’s wrong? I don’t see what’s the problem, we both want the same thing. It’s very sweet that’d you’d be this, well, romantic really.”
“Yeah. I just, I feel like my diabolical plans haven’t been going the way I want them to lately. I just feel like you deserve better.”
“Wednesday…” Enid got up and wrapped her arms around the creep, the weirdo, the freak, who was anything but that to her.
“You’ll never not deserve me.”
Wednesday leaned into the warmth, hugging her back.
"I love you Enid."
"I love you too Wednesday."
Wednesday is usually upset when her werewolf's smile fades, but this time it seems more than beneficial, as they press their lips into a kiss. It's sweet like candy. Like Enid. They pull apart, but stay practically glued together by their newfound bond.
“So,” Enid begins, voice in its famous chipper tone. “Where are you taking me on our first date?”
Wednesday smiles, peaking her head up to seeing her adoring golden retriever of a girlfriend.
“I was thinking, picnic in the graveyard?”
“I’d love that.”