A/N: I'd like to dedicate this story to Niphuria, who gave me this idea! Yay! This is not a one-shot.
Morticia is fifteen here, and Gomez is sixteen.
Morticia's POV
"Alright class, please take your seats while I take attendance." The teacher announced as I glided to my desk in the back of the classroom. Dropping my bookbag on the ground, I slumped down into my chair, letting out a deep sigh. "Addams, Gomez." The teacher drawled. I looked over to the other side of the room and saw a tall boy with midnight black hair, and a fairly visible thin mustache. He was grinning wickedly at the teacher, who gave him a hard glare. "Frump, Morticia." The teacher called. I raised my hand lazily and dropped it the instant she looked away. "Frump, Ophelia." She called again. I watched as my sister eagerly raised her hand, waving it in the air franticaly. "Thank you, dear." The teacher grinned. Ophelia put her hand down and beamed at the teacher. The teacher continued with roll call. I took out my notebook and a black pen. Opening to a new page, I breathed in deeply, and my pen began scratch against the lined paper.
A world of darkness,
A world of fears.
A world of pain,
A world of tears.
A world where laughter,
Has been banned.
A world where everyone,
Will soon be damned.
Somewhere beneath,
There lies a soul.
Somewhere beneath,
Its all alone.
"Ms. Frump, you will do your best to pay attention in my class." The teacher scolded, crossing her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes and tore my poem out of my notebook, slipping the notebook into my bookbag. I folded the poem up and put it in my pocket. Class dragged by. Everything was as usual. Everyone passing notes, snickering and talking about the teacher behind her back. Yup, everything was normal. The bell finally rang, and I shot up out of my seat, racing out of the classroom.
Gomez's POV
I walked over to Ophelia after class was over, putting on my best smile. "Hello Gomez." She smiled, turning to me as she saw me approaching her.
"Hello Ophelia. I was just wondering, do you want to come to the theater with me on Friday?" I asked quickly, rubbing the back of my neck. Gosh, she was so pretty. She had short blonde hair, barely reaching past her shoulders. She had blue eyes that really got a man to shiver. She shot a flirty smile towards me. I don't know how her and her sister were twins. I barely know Morticia. I knew her name, that's pretty much it. I barely know Ophelia either. I've seen her around, in the hallways. I've said hi to her before, but have only received looks that said, 'poor boy.'
"Well sure, Gabe. You can pick me up at seven." She told me, winking. I gulped. She didn't even know my name. But she said yes! I walked out of the classroom triumphatley, my chin held high. Then I tripped over a piece of something. Typical. It was a piece of paper. I unfolded it and read it carefully. It was a poem. It was a creepy poem. It was an amazing poem. The signature read Morticia Frump. She was good. She was very good.