sharing a room with wednesday was easier than you’d have thought. the stories you’d heard about her seemed overblown, if still very possible, when you actually looked at the goth.

sure, she was mean and blunt and beyond reserved, but there was also just a hint of something human deep in her bones.

one problem with sharing a room is her disrespect of your privacy. come over to her side and even talk? suicide.

but she’d freely rummage through your drawers if it interested her. and when she found a box of brownies with the full capital scrawls of ‘DO NOT EAT’ on the lid? she had to, you were practically inviting her.

the door clicks open, you’re back and wednesday is, mentally, gone.