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Mystery Man: Pt. 10

A/N: double digits, y’all 🎉

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~CAELIN’S POV~

It’s late, the sun has gone to sleep, leaving the moon to keep watch over the world. I’m sat in my tent, my lantern softly illuminating the nylon walls of my temporary home in a pleasant yellow hue.

I’m planning my next course of action. Y/N found me using the clues I left. I’m not surprised, he’s always exceeded Druscilla and I’s expectations. I couldn’t be more proud. Although, I do feel guilty for not being honest, but it was the right thing. I need them to be safe.

I hear a twig snap outside of my tent. “Password?” I ask, baring my claws, just in case I need to defend myself against an attacker. “11/18/94.” I hear Druscilla’s voice answer. “Come in, my love. I’ve been needing to speak with you.” I reply, and Druscilla steps inside and sits next to me, having to slouch slightly because of her height.

“I know. Our daughter informed me. Didn’t I say not to speak to the kids? You’re supposed to he dead! Now you might actually die, because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You know the consequences! Now what’s stopping me from filing the divorce papers?” Druscilla scolds me. “Oh, please. You and I both know you won’t do that. The only reason I agreed to those terms was because I knew you were bluffing.” I chuckle, and Druscilla scoffs.

“Sometimes I hate how much you know me.” Druscilla groans. I smile at her, and look back down at my notes. “So, I believe I have found an acceptable course of action. We report your family to the police and you can act as a rat. I could explain that i’m being hunted by your family, provide evidence, and they would hopefully put me in the witness protection program. That way I can be safe, and you wouldn’t end up locked in a jail cell for murder.” I explain. Druscilla hums in response.

“It could work. But what about the kids? They’d end up following you whenever you get moved to a safer location. They are the happiest i’ve ever seen them at Nevermore.” Druscilla replies. “I know. I have a solution for that. Remember Larissa Weems? She’s always been a good friend. We grew up together. She’s the reason i’m able to stay on campus. We could give her custody of Y/N and Kat. That way they can stay at Nevermore, and away from danger.” I answer.

Druscilla sighs, and looks at her feet, saddened by the idea. Deep down, I know she agrees. I know her better than I know myself at times. “Okay. That works. I’ll speak her in the morning.” Druscilla says, and we say our goodbyes and she leaves. I know I can trust Larissa. I hope she agrees…

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~Y/N’S POV~

It’s breakfast time, and i’m stuck with mother and Kat. Enid is sat at a nearby table with her family, clearly unhappy. It looks like her mother is bothering her. Thank god I wore my wolf skin coat today. “I just remembered that I have plans with someone.” I lie, and get up and walk over to the table before my family can question me or protest.

“Hey, Enid, I totally forgot that I borrowed your laptop last night. It’s in my dorm. Come with me, i’ll give it back.” I say to Enid, trying my best to give her a look that has “just go with it” written all over. Enid gets the hint, thank god, and stands up. “Oh, yeah. Of course! Lead the way, Y/N.” Enid smiles widely, her mood seemingly improving now that i’m here. “Excuse me, boy! How dare you interrupt a conversation between mother and daughter.” Enid’s mother scolds. “You talk a lot of shit for someone with a removable tongue.” I fake a smile at her, adjusting the collar of my coat to make sure she knows what it’s made of.

She clearly wants to say something, but she bites her tongue and just turns the other way to ignore me. I grab Enid’s hand and pull her away from all the people. “Sorry about that. You looked like you wanted to be anywhere except that table.” I apologize, smiling softly at the werewolf. “Phew.. jeez, any longer and I would’ve exploded. Thank you, Y/N.” Enid smiles, her face radiating gratitude.

“So, how’ve you been holding up? A little birdie told me that your mom went all… crazy on you in the quad not too long ago.” Enid asks, her face shifting from grateful to concerned. “Oh… yeah. It’s nothing i’m not used to. Mother has always been a bit… how do I put it… like that one substitute teacher that is way meaner than the usual teacher. Does that make sense?” I explain, and Enid chuckles slightly. “Yeah, that’s one way to put it, I guess.” She replies, a soft smile returning to her face.

I can be myself around Enid. I don’t have to worry about respecting authority, or if my posture is perfectly straight. I can just… be. I can have fun. I can laugh. Something I can rarely afford. I think I’m starting to fall for this girl. That could either be a blessing or a curse, but I guess I won’t know which one it is yet.

But, I still can’t deny that I’m also falling for Wednesday. I wish I could make up my mind with just a snap of my fingers and be done with it, but, after all, this isn’t a storybook, or a silly fanfiction where the hero always gets the girl. It’s life. And i’m falling for two girls. And they couldn’t be more different.

Enid is so cheerful, her bright smile melts away any worries, and her laugh conquers a bad mood with ease. She’s kind, and a little sensitive. She’s caring, and funny, and absolutely adorable.

And Wednesday is, well… Wednesday. She’s harsh and judgmental, but god forbid anyone hurt her or someone she cares about. Her vengeance would be swift and lethal, but i’m sure she’s no stranger to torture either. She’s unlike anyone i’ve ever met before, and it’s… refreshing, in a way. She doesn’t beat around the bush, if she thinks i’m stupid, she isn’t shy to admit it. She’s quick to judge, and her words can cut like a well sharpened sushi knife. She’s cold, and unkind, but in her own weird and twisted way, she’s caring and… strangely loving.

I must be going crazy, because I’m starting to think she might feel the same. I mean, she has to, right? She would’ve pushed me off her when I kissed her at the rave’n if she didn’t. Ugh. This is all becoming a jumbled mess.

“…Y/N? You alright?” Enid asks, poking my cheek with her pointer finger, snapping me out of my thoughts. I clear my throat. “Uh, yeah. Sorry. I… just remembered that Kat need help with something, and i’ve gotta go. See you later.” I say, sprinting away from Enid. I don’t know why I ran. I don’t know much of anything anymore, to be honest.

I make it back to the quad, and it looks like Kat and mother have already left. I sigh, and sit down at the table my botany teacher, Ms. Thornhill, is at. A few other students are here. “Y/N, right?” A person sitting next to me asks. “Uh.. who are you?” I reply, raising an eyebrow at them curiously. “Willow Finch, at your service. You’ve got quite the reputation around here, tiger.” The person, now known as Willow, explains. I scoff. “Yeah. I doubt it’s a good one. I couldn’t care less.” I shrug.

“You and me both. I’ve been know as ‘Squeaker’ ever since I spoke to a stray rat during fencing. My dad thought i’d do better here. He thought I wouldn’t have any bullies to torment me. But, that’s neither here nor there. I hear you got stitches in the middle of class. Is that true? I mean… that big sewed up cut on your cheek is pretty telling.” Willow asks, and I nod.

“That’s correct. The only good thing that came out of that was a good friend and a cool looking scar.” I chuckle, and Willow smiles slightly. “Y’know, you seem like pretty good company. I’ve always wanted to speak to a tiger.” Willow says, and I shrug. “I’ll be sure to look for you next time I transform. I can’t make any sound except for meowing or hissing as a tiger, though.” I explain. “That won’t be a problem. I can speak to animals. You’d be surprised at just how much they have to say.” Willow replies, smirking slightly.

I chuckle. “Well, alright then.” Our conversation is cut short by the local town’s sheriff storming into the quad and right up to Wednesday’s father. Ms. Weems walks up to him. “Can I ask what this is about, sheriff?” She asks, a fake smile spreading across her face. “This seems bad…” I mumble, and stand up.

The sheriff arrests Mr. Addams. I wanna know why. As Mr. Addams is being walked out of the school, a really dumb idea crossed my mind.

Now or never, I guess. I turn to Willow, and realize they are standing up as well. “Can I punch you? I want to figure out why he’s being arrested.” I ask. Willow looks at me, very confused, but they shrug and nod their head. “Why not?” They mumble. “Sheriff Galpin! You’re forgetting something!” I shout to him, and he stops and sighs. “What?” He asks me, clearly annoyed. “Me!” I reply, and quickly punch Willow in the face, making sure to not use all my strength.

Almost everyone gasps, and people start staring at me, shocked. A deputy that’s with Galpin walks over to me and quickly cuffs me. “You are under arrest for assault, you have the right to remain silent. Everything you say can and will be used against you in court.” The deputy explains, escorting me out with Sheriff Galpin and Mr. Addams.

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The creaky barred door to my cell shuts behind the deputy with a loud bang. I’m locked in a holding cell, and right next to my cell is Mr. Addams. “What’re you in for?” I ask him, walking up to the bars separating us. “Oh, you’re Wednesday’s friend, right? Y’know, I wasn’t sure about you at first, but after that little show you gave everyone earlier i’d be happy to have you as a son-in-law.” He says, smiling at me.

“Wait, what? No, Wednesday and are just friends! We’re not dating!” I say, my eyes widening at his statement. “Oh, you can’t fool me. I know a smitten boy when I see one. After all, I was enraptured just like you are now when I was your age.” He explains, flashing me a knowing smirk. I sigh. “I guess I can’t fool everyone. I do have feelings for Wednesday, but… I also have feelings for another girl and it’s one big confusing mess. But that isn’t important! The only reason I punched somebody was to get exactly where I am now to ask you what you did.” I say.

“It’s important. I’ve been in that situation before, you know. When I was your age, there were two girls who liked me. My now wife, Morticia, and Larissa Weems. And you wanna know how I chose who I wanted to be with?” Mr. Addams says. “..How?” I ask, and he smiles at me. “I followed my heart, and it led me right to Tish. We’ve been together ever since.” He says.

Huh. That seems like pretty sound advice. “Thank you for telling me that, Mr. Addams. When the time comes, i’ll follow your advice.” I say, scratching the back of my neck. “Anytime. And, please. Call me Gomez.” Gomez smiles at me. I nod.

Right as i’m about to ask him why he was arrested, a deputy guiding my mother walks in. “You’re getting out, kid. But if you pull another stunt like this one, you won’t be so lucky as you are today.” The deputy explains, and they open up the cell door.

“Y/N Ashcroft, you are lucky that my job pays well. If it didn’t, you wouldn’t be as privileged as you are.” Mother scolds me. “Oh, hello Druscilla! How are you?” Gomez asks, and mother turns to look at him and smiles widely. “Ah, hello Gomez! I hope Y/N behaved himself in his cell. Are your teenage antics finally catching up to you?” Mother asks, laughing.

Gomez laughs and sticks his hands up. “It’s something else, Dru. This time i’m not as guilty as I am for what you’re referring to!” Gomez laughs, and mother smiles at him. “Ah! Well, I hope things go well. It’d a shame for an innocent man to be convicted of a crime he isn’t guilty of.” Mother says.

The two old friends say their goodbyes, and mother escorts me to the car. Once inside, she turns to face me, her expression stern and cold. “You’re lucky that Gomez put me in a good mood. Otherwise, your ears would be bleeding from hearing me rattle on about my unwavering disappointment in your actions. Really? Punching someone in front of the town’s sheriff?! I thought you’d at least have the common sense to wait until he’s gone!” Mother scolds me.

“That was the point! I wanted to be arrested. It was a dumb plan to get me with Gomez so I can ask what he did. If it’s about the monster in the woods, I need to find out. It was just a small move in a bigger game of chess.” I explain. Mother sighs, and starts the car. “You sound just like your father. Next time, don’t get caught, and please, don’t get yourself killed hunting down that monster. You’re strong, but everyone has limits. You’d be smart to keep that in mind.” She explains, and starts driving…

To Be Continued…

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Mystery Man: Pt. 5

A/N: this chapter is a bit shorter than usual, so i’m sorry about that. I’ve been pretty busy lately, so I haven’t had much time to write. Enjoy!

WC: 965

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Wednesday finally wakes up. “Welcome back. What’d you see?” I ask. “Where are we?” Wednesday asks. “A bus stop. It’s the only shelter I could find that wouldn’t have people calling the cops on me. A guy holding an unconscious girl and insisting that she’s fine isn’t a good look.” I explain, with a slight smile on my face.

“What happened while I was unconscious?” Wednesday asks. “I heard some loud stomps, and I didn’t want to risk getting butchered to death by a giant monster, so I grabbed you and Thing and ran the hell out of there. That trip to the meeting house was rewarding, though. I found my father’s wallet, and I found out that the monster is a human. As I was running I saw it’s footprints turn into human ones.” I reply.

“If you pick me up again I’m cutting off your hands.” Wednesday warns. I chuckle. “Trust me, I only picked you up because of the circumstances. I know better.” I reassure her.

(Wednesday storyline up ahead, feel free to skip)

“This rain isn’t gonna let up anytime soon. I guess we’re stuck here.” I say, and sigh. “Wanna attempt a non-awkward conversation to pass the time?” I offer. “I detest any unnecessary time spent with you.” Wednesday replies. “Alright then, your majesty. As you wish.” I playfully bow down to her. If looks could kill, i’d be with my father right now.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Wednesday speaks up. “Are you going to the Rave’N?” Wednesday inquires. “Why’re you asking? Are you tryin’ to ask me out?” I ask, my lips curling up into a slight smirk. “Absolutely not. I was just… curious. That’s all.” Wednesday replies. “I think so. I could go as a tiger and scare the shit out of people.” I joke. Wednesday doesn’t respond. I might be going crazy, but I think I saw her smile a little bit.

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Everyone is gathered in town while the Mayor blabs on about the town’s forefather, Joseph Crackstone. They’ve built a statue of him to “celebrate his memory.” Honestly, I couldn’t care less about a guy who killed innocent people, stole their land, attempted genocide, and overall was just another dickbag white guy in history. But, I guess Jericho does.

After the mayor finishes up his boring speech, the band starts playing “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac, and the mayor presses a button that makes water start running out of the statue. Who the hell thought this was a good idea? Now people will make wishes in a pool of pilgrim piss.

I feel bad for Wednesday. She’s stuck playing a song she probably hates, for a statue of a man she also probably hates. Honestly, she probably has something up her sleeve. The statue suddenly blows up, and everyone starts freaking out and running. Except for me, this is free entertainment. Good riddance, bronze bigot. Wednesday starts playing Vivaldi’s “Winter.”

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~ENID’S POV~

I hold up a colorful long sleeve shirt to Wednesday “Too much?” I ask. Wednesday turns around to look, and immediately turns back around to continue typing on her typewriter. Wednesday sighs. “I feel like you just napalmed me, Enid.” She replies. “So glad I have my date with Y/N tonight. I was starting to think he wouldn’t ask me out. I was, like, 83% sure he’d ask you on a date instead.” I explain.

“Don’t worry, if he asked me out, i’d decline. He knows better than to try and develop our partnership into anything more.” Wednesday assures me.

“Well, I need to go now. Wish me luck!” I say, and grab my pink fluffy jacket and put it on. As i’m walking out, Wednesday speaks up. “If you- I mean… if he breaks your heart, i’ll nail gun his.” Wednesday says. Weird. She rarely messes up a sentence. I shrug, and continue making my way to where i’m meeting Y/N.

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~Y/N’s POV~

I’m about to leave my dorm for Enid and I’s date tonight, but my alarm clock starts blaring out of nowhere. I must’ve accidentally made my morning alarm 9:00 pm and not 9:00 am. I walk over to my nightstand and turn it off. I pause for a second when I notice father’s old pocket watch mother brought from home. I pick it up and look at it. It’s broken. It hasn’t worked since my father bought it at an antique store years ago when he and I went on a father son bonding trip.

I use my claws to pry off the back to see if I could get it to work again, and a piece of paper falls out of it. I pick it up and unfold it to see whats on it. The words “I’m alive” are written in red ink. My eyes turn into saucers as I stare at the note. My mind starts swirling with question after question. How is he alive? Did he fake his death? Or did he get resurrected somehow? If he’s alive, why hasn’t he come see me? Or Kat? Or mother? Why would he fake his death?

I leave my dorm and run straight for the bathrooms. When I get there, I can hear one of the showers running. I walk over to a sink and splash some cold water onto my face. The shower stops running, and someone steps out. I turn to see who it is. “Shit! Don’t look!” They yell. I feel myself turn to stone, and everything turns black…

To Be Continued…

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Mystery Man: Pt. 2

A/N: I might make a love triangle, but i’m not sure. I’ll make a poll.

WC: 2033

Pt. 1

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I sit in the kitchen of my childhood home, eating some cereal with a cup of pigs blood. My father walks in, all dressed up for work. “Hey, kid. Where is Cub 2?” He asks, adjusting his tie. “Oh, she stayed at a friend’s house last night.” I answer, and he nods.

This is typically the part of everyday where he says goodbye and leaves, but for some reason he sat down across from me on the table. “Alright, kid. I’m gonna tell you something, and I want you to promise me you won’t tell anyone. Not even your sister or mother, okay?” He says, looking me in the eyes with a stern look.

“I probably won’t come home today. I don’t know what will happen to me, but I know that whatever happens, it won’t be good. You won’t see me again. I have written my will. It’s in the drawer on the left side of my desk.” He explains. Usually he’s a lot more cheerful.

“Wait, what?” I say. Father’s watch starts beeping, and he immediately gets up and grabs his briefcase. “I have to go. I love you, Y/N. Take care of your sister, okay?” He says as he opens the front door and steps out. Before leaving, he looks at me one last time and smiles.

The house then begins to change. Vines start growing all along the walls, the wood starts rotting away and plants start sprouting between the floor boards. The milk in my bowl of cereal goes bad and moldy. I get up, scared, and take a few steps back, but I bump into someone. I turn around and i’m face to face with my mother, but something is different. She looks like a rotten corpse. She smiles at me, her sharp fangs looking deadlier than usual. “You shouldn’t keep secrets from your family, Y/N.” She says, her voice distorted.

“I-I’m sorry, mother… I didn’t want to disappoint him!” I practically shout, tears running down my face. “Wake up!!” She screams.

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I jolt upright, sweating bullets. I look around me, and breathe a sigh of relief. It was just a nightmare. I’m okay.

I’ve been having nightmares reliving the last time I saw my father. It always starts the same way, but ends differently. That was probably the worst one so far.

I look over to my phone to check the time, and I immediately get out of bed when I realize i’m late for my first class.

I run toward my dresser and pull out my uniform. I grab my mask and put it on, and grab my backpack and run out of my dorm and down the hall.

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“Mr. Ashcroft! So glad that you could join us. Please take a seat.” The botany teacher, Ms. Thornhill, says. She has a polite smile on her face. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to sleep in! I think I forgot to set my alarm.” I explain. “It’s alright. Just don’t let it happen again, Y/N.” Ms. Thornhill replies, and gestures to the only open seat. It’s next to Enid.

I look at Enid, and she’s smiling. She excitedly pats the seat next to her. I sigh, and take a seat, placing my bag under the desk. “As I was saying…” Ms. Thornhill starts the lesson, but I tune it out. I rest my head in the palm of my hand, and retreat into my own mind. I can’t seem to stop thinking about my father.

Why did he want me to keep it a secret? What happened to him? And why? What did he do?? And why did he enroll Kat and I into Nevermore Academy? What is the importance of this school? He always does things for a reason. He always has some sort of plan. He doesn’t just make decisions for the hell of it. Why was it so important to him that he put it in his will?

As my mind swirls with question after question, I feel anger start to boil within me. Who killed him? What did he do to deserve it? Why would he make me keep a secret? Why me and not Kat? Or mother? He knows I hate secrets. They make me feel so guilty. He knows me better than I know myself, so why would he put me in this situation? Why?!

My thoughts are interrupted by my claws coming out and cutting my cheek. I immediately put my claws away and put pressure on the cut. “Oh my god! Are you okay?!” Enid asks, clearly worried. I don’t reply. The girl sitting across from me turns around to look at what happened. She has a blank expression on her face. “Move your hand.” She says. At this point, all eyes are on me. I do as she says and move my hand, revealing my bloody cheek. The cut was pretty deep. No matter how much pressure I put on it, the blood never stopped coming.

“You need stitches.” She says, and gets up, grabbing her black bag from underneath the table. She sets it down in front of me on the desk and grabs a pair of gloves, and surgical thread and needles, along with a pair of tweezers and some gauze and medical tape.

“Why the hell do you carry that around? Whats next, do you have an OR at home?” I say, confused. She doesn’t reply, and simply grabs Enid’s wrist and takes the scrunchie she was wearing and uses it to clean the blood. Enid is clearly not happy about it, but just lets Wednesday do it anyway. “Excuse me, Wednesday, my classroom is not a place to stitch a wound. Why don’t you escort Y/N to the school medic?” Ms. Thornhill suggests, but the girl, who I guess is named Wednesday, doesn’t say a word.

She puts down the blood soaked scrunchie, and ties the surgical thread to the needle and picks up the needle with the tweezers and starts suturing the cut. It’s painful, but i’ve been through worse. It’s nothing I can’t handle. Usually, if someone tried this I’d probably tell them off, but the cut wouldn’t stop bleeding and I don’t want to get an infection.

Once Wednesday is done stitching my wound, I use my claws to cut the excess thread after she tied it all together. “Keep it dry, then after two days start washing with soap and water twice a day. In ten days, come see me. I’ll take them out.” She says, and sits back down. “Uh, alright, Doc.” I reply.

Ms. Thornhill clears her throat, and that reminds me that we’re still in the middle of class. I don’t tune out her lesson this time.

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School is over, and I’m sitting next to Kat outside, watching everyone work on their boat for the “Poe Cup” or whatever this event is. I didn’t pay too much attention when Enid rambled excitedly to me about it during lunch. “So… what the fuck happened to your face?” Kat asks. “I accidentally cut myself with my claws during botany class. That one girl… I think her name is Wednesday… she stitched me up.” I explain, and Kat chuckles. “That one weirdo who wears all black?” Kat replies, and I shrug. “I guess you could call her that.” I say. “You should thank her. Maybe you could ask her out. I doubt she’d go full doctor on you if she didn’t have the hots for you.” Kat laughs, and I groan. “Shut up.” I glare at her. “Seriously, though.” Kat says, nudging me with her elbow.

“I think she’d stab me if I asked her out. But… I don’t know. I might. I do need to thank her for pulling a Doc McStuffins on me in the middle of class.” I reply, and get up. “I’ll see you when I see you, Kat. Don’t get into any trouble, I don’t wanna have to bail you out of detention.” I say, and walk off.

As i’m walking, I see Enid painting her boat and Wednesday standing next to her. I approach the two of them from behind. I clear my throat to get their attention, and Enid jumps. “Jesus Christ! Don’t sneak up on me like that.” Enid says. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to thank Wednesday for the stitches.” I explain. “I only did because your blood was getting everywhere.” Wednesday replies, but I can see right through that. I was bleeding a lot, sure, but it only got on me. Well, also Enid’s scrunchie, but that was only because Wednesday used it to clean up the blood.

“Why do you wear a mask? Do you have a reason to hide your face?” Wednesday asks. “I wear it because my father did when he attended this school. I don’t have any skeletons in my closet. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. The literal kind as well.” I chuckle, and Enid does as well. Wednesday just stares at the two of us with a blank expression.

I stop laughing and scratch the back of my neck awkwardly. “Alright, uh… i’ll be on my way.” I say, and start walking away, but i’m stopped by Enid grabbing my wrist.

~ENID’S POV~

“Wait! Let me see what you look like under the mask.” I say. Y/N just smiles slightly at me, his E/C eyes looking into mine. I start to get a little flustered under his gaze. “If you win the poe cup, i’ll take it off. Deal?” He says. I nod my head. There is no way I’m losing to Bianca now.

I let go of Y/N’s wrist and he walks away. I watch him as he leaves. “Enid! Keep painting.” Yoko shouts, and I quickly get back to painting the boat.

“As I was saying before Y/N interrupted, Weems has been watching me like a vulture circling a carcass.” Wednesday continues. “And you want me to cover so that you can return to the scene of a crime that didn’t happen?” I ask. “I have beekeeping club this afternoon. I need you as decoy.” Wednesday explains. “Sorry. Two strikes. I’m busy and bees totally creep me out. Why don’t you ask Thing? Oh wait, you can’t because he’s mad at you.” I replied. “Why’s he mad? He’s the one who screwed up with Rowan.” Wednesday asks. I shrug. “All I know is that we spent an hour giving each other manis, and he really opened up. He feels like you don’t respect him as a person.” I answer. “Technically, he’s only a hand.” Wednesday says. “Wednesday! He’s your family. And he would do anything for you. Go apologize and I’ll reconsider helping you.” I say, and get back to painting the boat. Wednesday doesn’t reply, and just storms off.

After a while of painting in silence, Yoko speaks up. “You seem to like that new boy.” She says. “I do not! I’m just curious about him.” I defend myself. “Then why are you being so defensive about it?” Yoko smirks. I sigh. “I guess thats fair. I don’t know, can you blame me? Imagine if a new girl showed up wearing a mask, and they haven’t made any effort to make any friends and mainly stick to one person? You’d probably think they were hot! I love a good mystery.” I explain, and Yoko puts her hands up “I’m not judging! It’s just something I noticed. He seems kinda into you. You should ask him out.” Yoko says. “I barely know him. Plus, he’d probably say no. If he were to ask out anyone, it’d probably be Wednesday. After all, she did stitch up his cut in the middle of class. If a guy did that for me, i’d ask him out. It’s a total meet cute.” I explain.

“Well, I don’t see why he wouldn’t ask you out. The way he looks at you doesn’t seem very platonic.” Yoko shrugs. Huh. Maybe he does like me after all. I guess i’ll never know unless I try. Who knows? Maybe this mystery man is my soulmate.

To Be Continued…