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Black, black, black, all of Wednesday's possessions were black in her nook of the shared bedroom.
Yet, to her surprise, something bright and colourful had snuck its way over the invisible border, creeping in on her vibe. It was red, vibrant like a rose with twinges of green as the leaves, hanging overhead like a light. But this, had no purpose, no purpose at all.
Wednesday, in fact, felt intimidated by it.
"What is this?" Wednesday asked after a while in a quick inquisitorial cadence, attracting Enid's bubbling attention.
Enid was in the middle of twirling her hair, brushing out the ends of it like she hadn't done anything out of the ordinary. But with one quick look over her side of the bedroom, it was apparent she had been the culprit to hang up the clash of colours up upon the ceiling.
"Oh? I didn't think you'd mind." Enid tried to brush it off casually, acting like this was what every normal person did. In some places it was, but in a dorm, it really felt like it was infringing on Wednesday's personal space.
If she wanted to she could hiss at it, but Wednesday was more concerned about how nonchalant Enid acted.
"I perhaps won't die but did it have to step into my side of the room?" Wednesday complained. She pointed upwards with a hand on her hip, staring the bright beading red berries down.
In case others didn't know, it was mistletoe. Something that Enid was particularly smitten with. She even had festive sweaters and other colourful knits to celebrate the mood. This year she had toned things a little down, but one thing that she wasn't going to budge on was her mistletoe.
"It's the center of the room. Everyone knows that it needs to be hung right in the middle."
Her information was wrong. Wednesday, as much as she despised certain things pertaining colour, knew that the customary response was for it to be placed right under the doorways. But voicing that opinion meant that Wednesday keeled in allowing Enid such a pleasure, and if she let something like this slip by then there was no telling what other colourful abomination would plague her corner of comfort.
With a light smirk and the waggle of one of Enid's brows, she expected Wednesday to know. It was as if she was taunting her, getting a rouse to get her out of her shell. Most found Wednesday's bluntness grating, but no Enid. She loved how someone could be true to their form, even if Wednesday was a complete opposite to her.
Not black and white opposite, more vibrant and murky.
And you know what they say — opposites attract.
And not a split second later, as if they were having a staring contest, Wednesday yielded, knowing she had met her match. "I think you know the answer I'm going to say. But Enid, it should be under a doorway. Since it is for..."
"For?" Enid mused, licking her lips. She stood up from her vanity and stepped forward, toeing the line.
Wednesday couldn't keep her eyes off her and her gentle saunter. It was alluring, even if she was all gaudy and bright without her blue and black uniform. Hot and dry... Something new had just occurred to her. Wednesday held the tip of her in her mouth, becoming hyper aware of everything.
This was very unlike her. Enid was doing something to her. And without crossing the boundary, Wednesday was unsure what was happening.
"A kiss!"
It was Enid who miraculously finished off Wednesday's sentence, pouting out her lips and twitched forward with the balls of her feet. She was eager. Clearly wanting this between them.
But Wednesday wasn't so used to this. Affection, love, care, they were things that Wednesday felt on the odd occasion but for her roommate? The same girl who really grated her gears with all her colours and tunes, wanted her?
She had to be dreaming. Or well, having a nightmare in her case.
Blankly Wednesday stared, shuffling backwards. yet as much as she was reclusing back to the edge of her bed, it was hard to forget the twist and pang of her heart. That's where the hotness was coming from, surging new unbridled warmth through her, almost sparking her alive like a lightbulb.
Shivering, Wednesday coiled her arms around her, almost scared to proceed.
What was this?
Was this love?
She didn't want to believe it. Damn Enid and her stupid mistletoe, it was ruining everything that made Wednesday, Wednesday.
Yet with patience Enid waited on the edge, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, studying Wednesday without a single word.
The silence was deafening, outright suffocating. Wednesday couldn't breathe. She liked— no, loved someone? Someone new? Was this fair on her?
Wednesday was an outcast, one born to live according to her own free will, so was this now conforming to the norm?
There was too many questions Wednesday didn't know, getting lost in her own head with the beginnings of festering emotions and swirling heat.
But all of those worries slowly left her when a warm palm pressed on top of hers, gushing in enough heat for the both of them. It was Enid, and she had crossed the barrier, coming over to comfort her.
And suddenly, newfound clarity, with a bright red blur above them became apparent to Wednesday. The feeling inside her was red. Red for love and love was a gift from Enid. Her Enid, the very same who she clashed with fifteen days ago and had fights and spats with.
Enid slowly coaxed her away from the hard edge of the mattress, pulling her back to the center of the room. Both of them stood under the mistletoe, taking it in with a new light. Wednesday exhaled, trying to ignore her nagging thought about how blinding the red was and how un-festive a piece of decoration felt but again, Enid rubbed her palm against her, her milky smooth moisturised hand caressing on top of Wednesday's pale and dainty complexion, reassuring her that things between them were okay.
It was better than okay.
Wednesday lifted her head and gazed up into her mesmerising eyes. All the colours in the depths of her blue eyes weren't so stifling anymore to Wednesday, becoming naturally complacent in the hue. She, if she could admit it, rather enjoyed Enid's company, loving how budding and blushingly close they had become.
That further aided by the kiss.
Enid made the first move, tipping over and planting her lips on Wednesday that had no objections to it. Light scant moans perused both their lips as the kiss deepened, involving a little tongue. It was sweet, and nothing but short, drifting Wednesday away from her quadrant of the room over to Enid's.
Goosebumps blushed over Wednesday's arms, hidden by her long black dress, but Enid knew. She mumbled something, rolling their lips together and Wednesday blushed, the red bright and welcoming on her cheeks.
It was the second time Wednesday allowed colour close to her. First it was the palm, now the blush. Red really was a alluring colour, no wonder it was called the colour of love.
After a breathy moment, Enid pulled back and broke the kiss. Her lips were plump and wet, the same applied to Wednesday.
Silence soon returned. Neither knew how to combat what they had just done, though both of them knew without speaking that there was no complaints.
Finally, after a long drawn out sigh, Wednesday pointed back up to the mistletoe, nudging Enid to pay attention this time.
"Your lips are pleasant Enid. But I think the mistletoe works best over the doorway." Wednesday drifted her hovering arm to the balcony, suggesting a round two.
"Oh, oh!" Enid's eyes flashed in delight, understand that Wednesday wanted another kiss.
Snuggling up, she leaned up on the tips of her toes and grabbed the mistletoe, repositioning it where Wednesday suggested it. "There? How's that?" Enid gushed with the brightest smile on her face, surging a new wave of warmth into Wednesday.
She didn't shiver this time, stepping under first where tiny bits of snow was falling outside. "I walked through and I think I'm missing something." Wednesday cracked a joke in her usual style.
Enid laughed, brushing up to Wednesday and cupped her cheeks, planting a deeper and longer kiss against her. Wednesday welcomed it, finally feeling a little more at home with love.