It was the long anticipated summer break, and Wednesday could not be more delighted to get away from Nevermore and it's suffocating stone walls. Her family had predicted as much- they knew full well of her disdain for the school and its students- most of them at least. Much preparation had been made in anticipation of her lengthy return. The cobwebs were dusted- the rats were bathed. A fresh load of lambs blood had been soaked through her duvets and covers.
So, try imagine their surprise when she sent a letter informing them of her plans to stay with... A friend? That couldn't be right. The very idea of Wednesday writing such an absurd word was enough to make even Lurch snicker. Disappointed over their daughter's return aside, Morticia and Gomez were delighted to know she was at least attempting to branch out to other people.
The friend she would be staying with? Y/N. The pair had been getting along well since Y/N arrived at the Academy and Wednesday seemed to be taking quite the liking to him. Enid tried to claim that it was a "crush" but of course, Wednesday knew that such a notion was absurd. She didn't do crushes. And she certainly wouldn't be staying at Y/N house if she did.
Wednesday herself wasn't entirely sure what it was that drew her to Y/N- he was, in her opinion, the polar opposite of her in almost every way. Carefree, easy going and funny. In any other capacity, Wednesday would hate his very presence. And yet here she was, walking downstairs from the spare bedroom she had spent the night in.
She wasn't even remotely sure what time it was- but the house was silent besides the sound of heavy rainfall hitting the plentiful windows. Wednesday guessed that both of Y/N's parents had probably left for work and Y/N was nowhere to be found, with his bedroom door left wide open and his curtains pulled apart- and apart from the messy clothes and unmade bed, she would have assumed that this home was completely unoccupied.
As for the house itself, it was quaint and cosy, small even- something she was not used to. Muted tones and warm lights were largely setting the atmosphere the evening before, when they sat at the dinner table to eat a meal of branzino and mixed vegetables. Much like the room she had spent the night in, washed out colours of yellow and rust laid over the painted walls- leather adorned seating arrangements were well worn in a number of rooms and each was accompanied by its own brushed cotton blankets of a variety of patterns and colours. The ground below her bare feet was a heavily scuffed wood flooring- with the paling patches all covered with a collage of artisan rugs.
Wednesday's eyes were drawn to the patio doors and the decked pergola they lead out to. The doors themselves gently swayed in the gusty winds while she could just about hear the melodies of old swing music that she couldn't quite place, playing from the other side of the exit. And on that deck, stood a hammock of yellow and green, spanning the deck's length and hoisted up by a pair of the pergola posts.
Y/N lay with his hands tucked behind his head, his ankles crossed over one another and his eyes closed as he relaxed into the gentle sway of his beloved hammock. Behind the sound of heavy rain thrashing against the wooden roof above him and the music playing out loud through a Bluetooth speaker that was connected his phone, Y/N could hear the gentle padded sounds of feet moving across the wooden deck. He didn't need to peek to know it was Wednesday- her aura carried a looming presence whenever she was around.
A smirk growing on his lips and his eyes remaining shut, he hummed in a sleepy manner. "You have any idea what time of day it is, little miss?" He spoke rhetorically as he put on a gruff voice, trying to sound much beyond his youthful years.
What little light escaped through the thick grey clouds was soon blocked out from Y/N's light sensitive view, as Wednesday stood in front of his Hammock.
Hearing her silence, and with half lidded eyes, he peeked up at her. "It's like... twelve." He murmured a guess as he gazed up at her messy nest of unbraided raven locks, and her oddly rosy freckled cheeks. Y/N soon allowed his eyes to droop back closed again.
Wednesday observed her surroundings beyond the roofed deck for a moment. What was once an expansive and lush garden, was now coated in misty rain, preventing her from seeing much more than three or four meters. Her eyes then settled back on the cocooned boy before her- seeing as goosebumps spread over his skin- the way his arm hairs stood proud and on point, trying to catch onto what little warm air they could find. "What are you doing? You're going to catch a cold out here." Wednesday's venomously sweet voice spoke up, though it was blatantly clear that she had just awoken a few minutes ago. "This isn't the weather for hammock lounging." She scolded.
The sound of a gentle scoff came from Y/N. "I don't know what you're on about- the weather is lovely out here." He responded, not acting much in the way of batting an eye, despite knowing full well that the weather was damn right miserable.
But this weather was his favourite- the sun's intense, harsh rays were blocked out by dense, dark clouds making it perfect to just sit and ponder in his own thoughts while his small speaker played a random playlist absently in the background. To most others, it would be a day spent inside- an opportunity to make the most of their free time by catching up on studies or watching the new hit show- but Y/N didn't see it that way. He had a hammock. And he loved his hammock.
Glancing out again at her surroundings, and the heavy storm, she shook her head. "You're going to get hit by lightning." She muttered coldly. "And I will laugh when it happens."
Another scoff followed. "You? Laugh? Hilarious." Y/N grinned at his own words and the thought of the scene Wednesday had painted. Silence grew in between the rainfall for a few short moments. "There's a roof above me, I'll be fine." Y/N responded, swatting his hand as if her words had been physical and floating through the breeze, although his still eyes remained closed.
Wednesday's jaw clenched slightly as she reached for the fabric of the hammock, resting both her hands on the edges as to pull them away from Y/N a little, getting a better look at him. "You do know that lightning strikes from the ground up and not the other way around, don't you?" She questions, her expression one of near concern. Just how dimwitted was he?
Peeping one eye open to see the beautifully horrifying girl looming over him, he smiled. "Don't be ridiculous." He commented sarcastically before letting his eyes close again. He knew what buttons to press. A gust of warm wind pushed passed them and Y/N took a deep breath. "Besides, there's a deck beneath us... that'd stop the lightning... probably." Y/N added. Even the scent of rain brought him tranquillity. He patted the snug space beside him, as to tempt her to join him in the hammock.
Y/N didn't need to open his eyes to know that Wednesday's features had become rife with panic at his gesture. Even a blind man would be able to feel it. Nevertheless, Wednesday almost clumsily clambered into the snug space beside Y/N's legs- though, even she wouldn't be able to say what compelled her to actually do so.
"I really don't understand why you think this is good weather for this..." She muttered once she found a place to settle in the soft fabric.
"No?" Y/N hummed.
"No." She grumbled in return.
"If it hadn't been raining, my parents were planning on taking us to some field in the middle of back-shit nowhere for a... farmers fair I think." I murmured, finally opening his eyes properly to look across the short distance to see Wednesday sitting rather uncomfortably. "Instead, you got to sleep in until..." He trailed off momentarily to lift his watch to his line of sight. He puffed out his cheeks in surprise. "Jesus, quarter past one."
Wednesday broke her uncomfortably stoic expression to raise a brow. "So you're suggesting that it's all thanks to the rain that we're not traipsing around a fair?" She questioned. Y/N simply, and silently, responded with a short nod as his wrist fell back over his stomach. A moment of consideration caused Wednesday to speak up again. "I'm glad it's raining." She muttered, her gaze blank and unblinking.
"Y'see." He hummed, wearing a shit-eating grin. "I am always right." He mused tunefully.
"You are so insufferable." Wednesday muttered, her arms folding firmly over her chest. "I should shove your head up your ass- whatthefuckareyoudoing?" She blurted, feeling something run up her arm. She glared down as her head snapped to the sensation, only to find Y/N's foot half caressing her shoulder- only to run further to her face.
Swatting furiously, Wednesday made contact with his leg, ankle and foot numerous times, her dead-doe eyes wider than usual with either fear or anger. Or both. "Don't make me stab you!" She hissed.
Y/N showed little sign of being phased by her empty threats as he continued to harass the bizarre girl. That was until she tugged a knife from the inside of her calf high sock, and held it to the rope holding the hammock up behind her.
"Okay! Alright, fine!" Y/N yelped as he instantly set his foot back down.
Narrowing her eyes on him, her jaw clenched, she retracted her arm and sheathed her knife back into her sock. "Good." She spoke coldly, though internally, she was satisfied with the outcome.
Looking like a child, mid tantrum, Y/N looked away with arms folded over his chest, and a sour expression on his features. "Such a spoil sport..." He grumbled. "It was your fault for sitting down that side." He added, deflecting his own actions.
Wednesday couldn't help but smirk at the reaction she had riled up out of him. "Oh poor baby, did I hurt your feelings?" She deadpanned blankly.
Such a response caused Y/N's leg to involuntarily kick out. Call it childishness or call it a misjudgement, the scene would surely play out with the casualty of a beloved yellow and green cocoon.
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It's been a couple weeks, huh?
(I want a hammock)