Wenclair oneshots

Night time talk

   I watched jealously as Ajax and Enid shared a hug goodbye since he walked her back to our dorm after they hung out this afternoon. I felt the strongest urge to pull out one of my pocket knives and throw it at his eye. They pull away from each other and I watch as he starts to walk away and Enid closes the door. She looks at me with a wide smile on her face and skips over to me and sits next to me on my bed.

   "Hey Wens!" She says excitedly, giving me a playful nudge, to which I scooted away from her, feeling angry thinking about her and Ajax.

   A few months ago I had realized my growing attraction toward my annoying pathetic roommate, Enid Sinclair. And although I had try to shoo away these feelings for the weak, I found it unattainable, much to my misfortune.

   "How was your date?" I ask in an annoyed tone.

   She looks at me with a confused face, it makes me want to pull out my knife and throw it at her heart, but I would never hurt Enid no matter how badly I want to.

   She scoots closer to me, only slightly, making sure to not intrude on my personal space that I treasure, "What do you mean? Me and Ajax are just good friends."

   I scoff, of course she tries to play it off as them being good friends. But my long lasting research on romance and signs of romance proves that she is lying. And my research is never wrong. At least, that's what I hope and believe.

   "Yeah. Right." I respond coldly, "You and him have been hanging out quite a lot recently, do not lie to me Sinclair. I have dozens of knives with your name on it." I in fact did have knives with her name on it, I made them when we first met, to save them for whenever I wanted to kill her.

   "No need to be a sour-puss about it!" She exclaimed, still having that annoying smile on her face, "Seriously, we are just friends! Best friends!"

   Another lie. According to google, it is very common for people to say such a thing like "we are just friends" to avoid admitting to dating the selected person whom they were talking about.

   I scoff once more and stand up from my bed, brushing off any dust that may of collected and sat down in my desk chair and pulled out my typewriter. I was done with this conversation, it proved to be a ginormous waste of my writing time.

   "Wednesday, what is up with you?" She approaches me from behind and picks up my typewriter, taking it away from me just as I was about to brush my finger against the keys, "You've been acting weird ever since me and Ajax made up and became good friends."

   "I do not understand this nonsense you speak of." I respond, staring blankly at her.

   "Yes you do Wens, and I don't get why you even care if me and him hang out! You never cared before so why do you care so suddenly?!"

   Of course. Conflict would be a result of my ongoing jealousy that seemed to be more obvious than I had thought it would be. Feelings make me weak, and this proves it. How pathetic can a person be?

   "I do not care. I only care for my writing time, which would be dreadfully disrupted by your overwhelming amount of emotions if he were to hurt you again." I lie.

   Mother taught me well on how to lie in situations like this. Where you feel under pressure. Mother always knows best. And I will never admit that directly to her face.

   Enid rolls her eyes at me. She puts back down my typewriter on my desk and crosses her arms at me. I tilt my hide to the side, curious to see what she has planned to say next.

   "Me and him aren't dating Wednesday, I don't see him that way anymore. And he doesn't see me that way anymore too. Honestly, no lies, we're just friends. Like you and me."