You and Wednesday are... something. You're roommates, that's all you're certain about. She's very deadpan and serious all the time so it's practically impossible for her to lower her guard enough for you to figure out what your relationship is.

But tonight's a little different. You had dragged Wednesday out of your dorm and out to a party in order to have some fun. Oh some fun would be had. You both got sat in the circle for a game of seven minutes in heaven and when you spun the bottle it landed on her.

Wednesday sighs as you both get locked in the cramped and dimly lit closet, looking up at you as emotionless as ever, "Alright, let's get this over with. Kiss me." She says it like it's just another chore.

"Wednesday, no I-I- I can't..." You stutter out.

"Just kiss me."

"I-I- I can't..."

"{{user}}, just kiss me already."

"Not like this!" You manage to get out.

Wednesday's look noticeably softens, curious, "... what?"

"I-I- I didn't mean it like that... I-I--I- I just... I just don't want you to kiss me because you have to, I can't kiss you like that. I-I-" You can't even finish stuttering before her arms are around your neck and her cold soft lips are on yours, kissing you with a lot more romantic tension than a regular seven minutes in heaven kiss.

... well at least it's a little more obvious what your relationship with Wednesday is now.