Wednesday always loved the rain. The feel of it as it would tap her on the top of the head, sliding down her pale cheeks, through her clothing. No matter what time, be it noon, twilight, midnight or early mourning, if the rat-tat-tat of rain is heard on the roof, even thing knew where to find Wednesday Addams. But little did she know how influential the rain would play in her life…
4:45 in the mourning. A lump of human and covers rolled fitfully around in the bed. Finally deciding that sleep wouldn't come on this night, Wednesday Addams threw the covers off her, accidentally sending Marie Antoinette's head flying against the wall. Growling slightly, she put of her slippers and padded gently over, picking up the head with care. Giving it her signature death glare, she slowly began to make her bed, taking extra time given she wasn't exactly fond of the idea of waking her brother, who still slumbered, more like chewed a cat his snores were so annoying, in the cot against the opposite wall of her bed. Since Pubert came down with Bronchitis, Pugsley was staying in her room. Not exactly the most comforting of situations given his pension for throwing his things in every direction the second he walked into the room, and her thing of playing her music until "ungodly hours of the night" as he so eloquently put it. After finally finishing with her bed, she walked over and switched on the monitor to her computer, checking her email for anything new. A few girls sending her hateful messages, about 6 or 7 Spam mails and an assortment of other things. She deleted what was unnecessary and then clicked out of her account, deleting her name and putting in pugsley's name and password as he had the night before. He was such a baby when the computer was changed in the mourning. Getting out of the chair, she walked over to her massive stereo and turned the volume way down to where it was only background music and switched on "Seasons of the Abyss" one of the few Slayer songs she could stand. After doing that, she heard Pugsley rustle and wake slowly. "Go back to sleep pugsley, its only 5. I couldn't sleep" she said as she picked out the shirt she would wear for there first day back at school. "You ok wednesday?" his sleep roughed voice asked as she turned and noticed he was sitting up, trying to get use to the darkness. One of the few things she enjoyed about pugsley was how, through his hard exterior, he really cared about her and pubert for that matter. She turned to him and slightly smiled, one of the rare few times she did that. "Yea I'm fine Pugs, you get some sleep." He smirked when she said that and slumped into his pillow, going back to chewing the cat. Finally deciding on her black button up sweater with the gentle stitching of the skull and crossbones, so you could only tell if you looked really hard, she grabbed that, and her black loose skirt, heading into the shower. Once in there she turned on the portable CD player and turned it to "Wave of Mutilation" The Pixies had always been a band that relaxed her, especially this song.
Turning the water to the correct temperature, she stood under the faucet, letting the warm water unknot the muscles in her back. The water traveled in an unmarked path from the top of her head, to the tips of her hair, to the small of her back, down to her calf, the slowly to the swirling drain below, since Pubert had come down sick, and Grandmama's death, the whole family had been depending on her and pugsley much more. Not just for the cooking and cleaning, but for morale support. She remembered many a night where she sat up, her mother crying into her shoulder as Pubert coughed and spit up blood. She remembered praying with her father and pugsley for pubert to get better. But what hurt the most was watching grandmamma….she stopped, feeling the tears threatening to spill out of her eyes again. She wouldn't do that, she promised Grandmamma that she wouldn't cry for her, that she would be strong for the family. Only then did she realize that the hot water had run out and she was shivering in a shower of icy cold water. Quickly turning off the faucet, she cursed herself silently for doing that, knowing pugsley would bitch the entire 40 miles of a bus ride to the school for that. She began the slow, painstaking process of drying her hair by hand, then blow-drying it, then by hand again, and again and again until it was completely dry. After that, she took her special made comb and made sure all the tangles were out of it before slowly braiding it into her signature pigtail style. Finally she stood in the mirror looking at her figure. She had grown over the years, resembling her mother more and more each day. Sighing slightly, she returned to the matter at hand, figuring out why in the world she couldn't sleep last night. There was no excuse for it.
'Something just doesn't feel right' she thought as she finally grabbed a bowl and began to fix herself some breakfast. Chewing slowly, she began writing in her journal the dream shed had the night before, just in case it had any relevance to the current situation. But to no avail, she was still lost as to why she couldn't sleep. Finally, around 6:30ish, pugsley awoke from is cat-murdering. "Hey Wednesday we got any newt left?" he asked, walking over and checking the cabinet when his sister didn't answer his question. Finding the jar empty, he went into a rant that Wednesday completely ignored. Her thoughts had drifted to a boy she had seen at the schools open house a few days before. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but he seemed to watch her every step, and for some reason, it made her feel strange to know that. Normally she would be surprised that any one person at that god forsaken place would lay eyes on her, but that was the one thing about him that shocked her. He locked eyes with her for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity. His deep purple eyes held her gaze. Her stomach had given a flutter when he gave a small smile. Afterward she attributed it to something she ate, but there was no denying what it really was. After pugsley finally quite bitching about his breakfast, they both grabbed there backpacks, in Wednesday's case a black saddlebag.
Waiting for the bus with that interminable brat from up the road was annoying. His blonde hair was spiked now, but he was still naively attempting to get a date with Wednesday. Rounding the corner, the large yellow bus finally made its last stop on the way to the school. Entering the bus, everyone stopped the conversations to stare at Wednesday and pugsley. Finding two empty seats at the back of the bus that were usually saved for them, pugsley instantly plopped down in his seat in the back. But Wednesday noticed her seat was occupied…..it was the boy! The one from the school. This time his features didn't escape her as they had before, and they were as startlingly appealing to her as his eyes. His high cheekbones complimented his small but proportionate mouth. His pale skin was the same shade as hers and her brothers, a ghastly white, almost translucently pale. His ears were covered by headphones, but she noticed them slightly sticking out over it, in a rather odd shape. His black hair was carefully disarranged around the brim of his Fedora hat, so that one of his eyes was covered. Gently she nudged the seat, but noticed that his bag, which was in her way, was already on his lap before she had even touched the seat. Slowly sinking into it, she continued to stare out of the corner of her eyes at the strange boy sitting beside her. The music from his headphones….it couldn't be?? Another soul in that damned school listening to the Sweeney Todd soundtrack??
'No' she thought to herself, 'I must be delusional' but then she heard the classic voice of Helena Bonham Carter singing as Ms. Lovett. She quickly grabbed a piece of paper from her bag along with a pen and wrote "Sweeney Todd Soundtrack?" and gently laid it on his leg. His eyes opened and looked down, once again drawing her into them. The corners of his mouth twitched upwardly and he wrote on the same paper "it's not often to meet someone with such high senses of hearing and intelligence for a true performing art such as theatre." With that comment, Wednesday could feel the corners of her own mouth twitch upwardly as she wrote upon the paper once again. "Of course I would there isn't anything more interesting than an actor who can portray a character as Sweeney Todd with such accuracy to dementia and still retain the kind of charisma that Johnny Depp commanded. But I thought that Helena Bonham Carters performance was much better than his" 'There' she thought, 'let him make what he can with that' she sat feeling pretty proud of herself, that is she was until she felt the paper land on her knee. Looking incredulous, she snatched the paper and it read "yes her performance was one of the best of the year but I think the shock of seeing Johnny Depp sing was something that no one could really comprehend on the level that it deserved to see it. Of course the most shocking of the performances of the movie was probably Alan Rickman. Who saw that one coming?' her eyes widened slightly. Who was this guy? He knew actors like this by name? He watched musicals in a world of the dying art, AND had eyes of the devil? Her brow puckered slightly, her mother had talked about such things when she first saw her father, could this be someone she could extend a friendship to? 'NO' she thought instantly, 'I can't let any of these little idiots inside. Far too dangerous.'
Suddenly, the bus lurched forward, and then stopped. The children on the bus looked outside and groaned. They had hit a car, meaning they would be sitting there for a long time. 'Great' Wednesday thought, though she couldn't hide that she did feel a little relieved to be spending more time with this boy sitting beside her. she glanced over to him again, and noticed he had his head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed. His features were surprisingly beautiful to her in rest. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him. She saw his lips twitch, just enough that no one else could notice except someone as perceptive as her, and he suddenly began to talk, his voice like the velvet her mother loved to wear, unruffled even given the time of day and how tired everyone was "you know I still don't know your name" she felt her stomach lurch and flip, it was absolutely ridiculous that one boy could make her feel like this. Setting her jaw, she muttered, waiting for the usual comment. "My name is Wednesday. Wednesday Addams." He opened his eyes slightly and smiled with one corner of his mouth. "A beautiful name for a beautiful woman, yet you look confused. Why is that?" her eyes once again narrowed, this boy was stranger than anyone shed met…well, almost anyone. Suddenly, the bus roared to a start again and began to head toward the school once again. "If you're curious, my name is Vincent." That was the last thing said between them for the entire bus ride. After all the little maggots scrambled to get off the bus complaining about their hair going flat, there makeup running or some of that bullshit, Wednesday stepped off the bus and began to walk toward her second period class. Suddenly she felt the warm drops of a summer rain on the top of her head. Stopping suddenly, she looked up to the blue sky, letting the rain drench her face, she suddenly knew that the meeting with Vincent was something that could, and very likely would, change things forever.