Genevieve Addams: What Cannot be Helped By: Lilith Wednesday Lamia
Chapter 1: Friendship Never Dies
The weather is bright and sunny, and the air was filled with the annoying sounds of birds singing. Not like the strong sturdy sound of vultures overhead, but the off key high-pitched sound of blue birds and mockingbirds. It was the kind of weather that we despised. So together we skipped gym class and stayed in the library of the "New Mayson all Girls Privet School" reading the works of Edger Allan Poe.
Although, I was having a difficult time focusing on any reading. I continued to get distracted by every graceful and fair move you made. You hair is dark raven like me and my brother's, but rather than being slicked back like ours yours is soft and smells like a bonfire in the woods. Your eyes, a cold calculating blue. As I examine them I take note of how your brows nick ever so slightly inward when you concentrate and I find it adorable. Your crisp pail skin is like ivory or porcelain. It gives you a lovely, ghostly glow. Anyone would be a fool to disregard such a sight for anything, even Poe's wonderful tails.
"What a marvelous build up 'The Pendulum' has, don't you think?" Your voice brings me back to reality. Your pail face is now turned to me and I realize that you're waiting for me to reply.
"Oh! Yes, its quiet suspenseful." I blurt. "Will you be coming over after classes?" I ask in hopes that I can spend as much time as with you as I can.
"Oh definitely." You reply with certainty. Unfortunately I fear that your excitement is more for my twin brother then me. You are in love. I can tell, but I pretend that I can't. I choose not to believe it. I would rather not face the fact that the woman I love is in love with my brother.
"Good. Mama is making fired turtle tips for diner." I mention as you turn your attention back to your reading.
"Oh how splendid." You remark and we return to reading in silence. Most of the time, I like silence. It's relaxing. But when I'm around you, my dear Morticia, the silence is agonizing. It's like the mere air itself is waiting for me to come up with what to say. I can only hope that once we get to the house we'll be talking none stop like usual.
The Addams house is like a dream. I'm glad that I can call such a beautiful place home. Gate opens up for us happily, cracking as he does so … or she. No one really knows, not that it matters. "Thank you Gate." I smile at it as we pass. We walk the cracked stone path to the door, and I remember when we were little girls and we would play 'Break Mama's Back' and jump from crack to crack. Mama, who would usually be stand at the door waiting on us, would hunch over in pain, but looking back on it I think she was pretending to make us laugh.
We arrive at the door, and Lurch opens it for us. "Thank you Lurch." We say in unison and giggle a little at that. Mama is sitting in the living room knitting, my older brother Fester is most likely upstairs in his room, and my twin brother Gomez is in his office playing with his trains. You and I know this because we can hear the explosive sounds of the trains colliding.
"Welcome home Genevieve." Mama greats me. "Oh Morticia, how nice to see you dearie." She smiles at you. "I don't suppose your older sister is with you?" She's been trying to hook up your older sister Ophelia and Gomez for years. Ophelia and I love the idea, but Gomez is unfortunately not one bit interested in the blond bimbo. I can't say I blame him. Ophelia is a sweet girl, but she's loud and obnoxious. She's basically the opposite of you, Morticia. Gomez and I have very similar tastes. I suppose that's why we're both in love with the same woman. Quiet a predicament that I find myself in isn't it?
"No I'm afraid not Mama." You reply. After years of thinking of our home as your home away from home you've grown to think of Mama as a second mother so hearing you call her Mama is nothing new.
Mama looks a little disappointed, but shrugs it off. "Well I'll be starting dinner soon so don't run off too far." She tells us.
"Do you want to go play trains with Gomez?" You ask me, and I'm not surprised that you would want to spend time with him.
"Well I was actually kind of hoping we could go to the play room and spend some quality time together, but you're the guest so you go wherever you want. I'll fallow." I shrug pretending like your attachment to Gomez doesn't bother me.
You smile at my cooperation and lead the way to Gomez's office. Once you enter Gomez practically drops the train controller on the floor. He's completely head over heels for you like I am, but he has a much harder time trying to hid it. Whenever you are around he is a mess of stutters and clumsy acts of affection. "Oh! H-hello Tish." He got that from me! I've been calling you Tish for years. It's my special cute nickname for you!
"Hello Gomez." You greet with a smile. And just like that, it's almost as if I don't exist. The two of you bond over his toy trains, and I'm left standing there waiting to spend time with MY guest.
Thankfully the wait didn't last too long, for it was only a mere twenty minutes until Mama was calling use to the dining room for diner. Together the tree of use entered the dining room and waited to be served. Mama was already seated and Fester was on his way from upstairs. Diner was delectable, and everyone had a good time. Diner is nice because it's one of the only times when everyone is involved in the conversation and no one feels left out. Unfortunately this luxury can't last forever and soon we are all finished with our meals.
"Why don't we go out to the symmetry and play 'gruesome way to go'?" Gomez suggests, and you, Fester, and I all agree. The fore of us made our way out to the symmetry to play a familiar game from our childhood. Gomez and I made it up when we were about seven years old and cleverly titled it 'gruesome way to go'. The goal is simple; players have five minutes to pick one deceased family member from the rows and rows of headstones who they think had a gruesome death, and when the time is up the players get together and discus their picks and decide which death was the goriest. The sickest death wins.
Once we are all in the cemetery I get a lovely idea. It's going to help me get that alone time with you that I so desperately wanted. Although it will only be five minutes of alone time, but beggars can't be choosers. "Hay we've been playing this game for years." I begin. "Why don't we change things up a bit to make it more interesting?" I have all your attention now. "Let's play in teams, girls vs boys." I propose.
The idea seems to entice Fester, who is always looking for new ways to best me in something, but you and Gomez don't look convinced. I know I have to do some persuading. "If boys win I'll be your personal target for you knife throwing." I state. "I'm in!" Both brothers agree.
You however, my dear Tish, will not be so easily persuaded. I turn to you and say "But if we win you boys will have to be our personal servants for the day!" You smile and node in agreement. "NO WAY!" Fester tries to protest. "Hay! You already said 'I'm in'. You can't back out now." I instruct.
"Oh fine!" The bold boy gives in crossing his arms over his chest. So the game was on! You and I run off to the back of the cemetery where some of the oldest tombstones are, and the boys rush to somewhere in the far left corner. They're probably going to look for a pelage victim. It's an admirable choice but you and I can do better.
We look form one tombstone to the next. Aunt Laboshia, poisoned: boring, painless, and over-rated. Grate-Uncle Vlad, skinned by a native tribe during a vacation to Africa: vary nice, but overdone, it's one of our favorites. AH HA! "Maiden Rosalina the chines slicing torture victim, She's perfect!" I point to her grave.
"Brilliant! We can't lose." You agree with a wicked smile. That's when I realize that it's time I finally tell you how I really feel.
"Say Tish." I get your attention "Before we go meat the boys there is something I must tell you." I sit in the dead grass and pat the ground next to me for you to join me. You do just a graceful as ever and I continue. "We have been the best of friends almost our haul lives." I begin. "We have grown so close. I adore you." I take a deep breath. "But that's not the extent of my feelings. I'm afraid that over the years I have fallen madly in love with you." I hold my breath I fear of what's to come.