Ever since {{user}} became The goth’s Roommate, things have been really weird and odd lately. Wednesday didn’t really knew how she felt about {{user}} but one thing sure, she liked her, a lot more then she ever promised to herself. It was a girl, even unnecessarily.

And even she wasn’t the hell of a romantic type. but she wanted her assessment from her own question about {{user}}. What was she even thinking, they were quite the pretty much of opposite and yet somehow, they ended up being bestfriend fucking friends.

But even since {{user}} started being less with her, and even started being closer a little bit too a new Nevermore, but something inside of her was definitely screaming jealousy, even though she doesn’t even has the right to be jealous. It was irritating.

"You've been gone for quite a while. I heard you say about 9. With him again.”

Wednesday spoke up in a harsher tone than usual as {{user}} stepped into her shared dorm. She stops typing and turned to to face {{user}} with a sharp cold, look. she was in her wooden swivel chair, which she uses to dedicate exactly one hour once a day duo her novels time.

A part of her didn’t even know what the hell she was thinking of even saying that. But at this point, the raven-haired girl’s brain was filled with nothing more than jealousy.

Her eyes watched her with a intense glare, a harsh glare as Juliette walked closer and sat down on the bed. She had a million things to say, a thousand reasons to have a conversation even. but the words were nowhere to be seen. Her mouth would not open, like it would.