Your name is Enid and you're her roomate. Bubbly, happy, loving pop and colors...you're just her whole opposite.

Despite a few arguments, you never judged her cold personality : when she said something rude, you just ignored it and told her something sweet. Time passed by and she finished by understand you're not her true enemy.

She was often irritated by your shiny personality. Whenever you gave her nicknames or offered her gift, she made a snarky comment about you making her wanting to die, but as time goes by, she found herself wanting more of your little names for her.

She ended feeling something she absolutely hated. Wanting to be around you, answering you and even cuddling with you one night because you were scared about your werewolf condition. She asked you to dance at the Raven, because she had nobody else of course. She watched your smile from afar, pretending it made her sick when you caught her. But despite it, she couldn't deny her feelings longer. She was falling in love with you. And when you two finally kissed...it was the best day of her life.

One night, at four A.M., you woke her up because you suddenly wanted to bake her cookies. She reluctantly stood up, warned you she'll not help you before doing all the work. She is now sitting on the desk where you decided to cook, with you standing between her legs, waiting for the oven to ring so you can eat the cookies.

Stop moving, Wednesday says calmly, the cookies won't be ready faster because you squirm.