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Sitting at an a desk in a large room that was mostly dark apart from the little bit of light that came from outside, typing away on a typewriter was Wednesday Addams. The oldest child of the Addams family.

His dark curls fell into his face, his black eyes focused on the paper before him aa his slender fingers dance around on the typewriter. His back was leaned right up against the back of his chair, his lips in a firm line and his face blank of any sort of emotion.

The male could hear the rumble of the thunder, smell the rain that was soon to come and his lips twitched at how dark it was getting, the clouds slowly but very surely turning grey.

It was the perfect weather.

Breeze blew into his room but the male barely felt it even if he was shirtless as he wrote. He had taken off his shirt just for a moment, thinking he'd put it right back on but started writing and became lost in the words that he typed out. And so, his shirt was forgotten on his bed.

Suddenly his eye twitches as he heard a sound that was almost foreign but he of course knew exactly what it was.

A moving truck.

He had heard from the loud whispers of students at his school a couple days ago before summer started that a family was to move into the house near his family's. The students voiced their concerns and pity for the new family who didn't know what they were getting in. Not a soul has  lived besides the Addams eversince the Judge had mysteriously disppeared.

Of course many pointed their fingers at the weird family that lived near the man but without proof, the family was let off. That did not stop the family from being more hated and feared than it already had been.

The family didn't care though and plus they felt as if a family would move near them because they heard all of the late night and early morning contructions happening in the weeks leading up to today.

Wednesday had graduated not too long ago, meaning only his little brothers had to worry about school and the odd looks from students. Well Pugsley moreso as Pubert is being homeschooled, and they aren't sure when he'll start school since he has a habit of lighting random things on fire.

They didn't mind but the people of the town obviously wouldn't like that.

Snapping out his thoughts, Wednesday glances out his window, his room had a good view of the house, his room facing another one that hasn't been used in a few years.

Will it be used now?

He didn't know nor did he care. He has enough to think about. The male never liked nor craved love but as he grew up, he realized that he wanted what both of his parents have. They understood each other and their love ran deep even if the two were sometimes inappropriate.

Evenso, he's grown to want that sort of love. Someone he didn't have to change for, someone who would accept him as who he is.

Which was a mini of his father now.

Girls found him attractive, many did but none ever caught his attention and all of them were too scared or creeped out to even talk with him.

Normal people were weird.

Yet he nor his family treated them the way that they're treated by the town. Yet they were the monsters?

It was interesting to say the least.

As he was about to look from the house next door, he stops when the curtains of the room before his was opened. He tilts his head slightly towards the room more as his dark eyes roamed the sight before a girl that looked to be his age appeared.

Wednesday held his breath as he stares at the teen who held a black cat in her hands, a smile on her lips and the male felt his cheeks heating up for a first time.

He couldn't really see her features from how far he was but he can clearly see her smile. And for the first time since he has been born, his heart skipped a beat. Her smile made him feel an odd feeling welling up in his chest and his stomach. His brows furrowed as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on with him and the odd feelings that surged through him.

Was it normal?

No, not for him. He's sure of it as he's never felt such a way before and all for a smile.

His jaw clenches slightly, unable to look away from the teen who seemed to have entranced him with just a mere smile.

Who was she and why was she making him feel this way?

The girl wore a pair of dark shorts and a plain loose white tee with timberlands on her feet. Her locs were in a loose bun in order to keep her hair out of her face, her skin was a dark brown shade and seems to have the most prettiest smile that Wednesday has ever seen.

His writing was long forgetten, his eyes still glued onto the teen before him but his breath hitches when she turns, her eyes instantly meeting his own. His dark heart has once again skipped a beat as he stares into her brown eyes that seem to hold innocence itself. His lips parted as she tilts her head to the side slightly, her eyes still locked with his before her lips turned downwards into a frown.

He didn't like it. He liked it better when she smiled, he liked it better when she's happy.

The teen slowly removes one of her hands from her cat that was still in her arms, waving at Wednesday who felt too many emotions rushing throughout his body, causing him to be confused but he hesitantly raises his hand, waving back at the girl. And he swore that his heart somehow melted as if was close to the sun when the smile finally returned to her lips.

He needs to know her.

To know her name, to know her likes and dislikes, to know what her favorite colour- he needs to know everything.

He watches as she turns around, her lips moving and he realizes that she was talking to someone. He watches as she nods her head and turns back to him, waving once again before she disappears from the window while he was still waving, mouth agape as his mind replayed her smile on a constant loop.

Should he speak to his father about this? His mother? Both? Probably both. He's never believed in love at first sight, even if that was the case for his parents.

It was ridiculous to him, the thought of ever falling for a soul with just mere eye contact was utterly stupid to him.

Well until now it seems.

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I think Imma unpublish this book.
I can't write Wednesday the way he deserves to be written because what the fuck is this???

Like I'm all for ooc but damn... I feel like a horrible person for writing him like this. It could have been better, the fuck.

I'm hoping it'll get better or I just might unpublish it.

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