It had been merely June 20th when Wednesday had meet her new friend. It was now August 1st and she was now talking to Blair on the phone all of the time, and seeing her and Lacey a couple times a week.

This girl was two years older than she, and was talking about how senior year wasn't that hard, and how she got a job when she was Wednesday's age. She had been performing since she was five years old and was attending college for advertising and had a grat interest in witchraft. Morticia was going to teach Blair the black art and continue long distance, one she moved out of Massechusetts. She found out that Blair was raised middle class, her parent's combined income was about $65,000 per year.

Wednesday was taken aback by how she was changed by this girl. She never thought she would enjoy having a friend so much. In fact, one could day they were now absolute best friends.

She also felt she was wrong about Lacey. Lacey liked bright colours, but had sort of a girlified-tomboy style. She also really looked up to her sister and thought Wednesday was very cool. Wednesday now liked her, too.

And Wednesday's family was shocked by how much he morose and monotone child had changed. She had the same style of dress, but just yesterday she had gone out and gotten her hair cut. It was now down to a little past her shoulders and no longer in braids. She also wore black eyeshadow a lot more now. Before she had gotten her hair cut, she went out with Blair and Lacey to a shoe store and purchased combat boots with two inch heels. And she really liked them.

But Wednesday did not feel the need to change herself, Blair liked the same stuff she did.

Blair's religion was independent. She believed in the spirit and some sort of higher power, but didn't pretend to know for certain what was up there. She had had strange occurences with spirits and believed wholeheartedly some sort of afterlife existed. Blair didn't agree with the church, nor read the bible, and she prayed occasionally.

She explained that a lot of her family had stopped talking to her because they did not agree with the way she lived, nor did they agree with the tattoos. Blair also was not a fan of Jehovah's witnesses, as changing people was not her M.O., and she was very accepting and open-minded. Her dream wedding was to get married in a dark, macbre place and for it to rain during the reception... on Friday the Thirteenth.

Blair was a very interesting girl, and in many ways was like Wednesday's mother, who had taken a liking to her. They traded disturbing cooking recipies, talked about literally anything that came to mind and Morticia had become like an aunt to Blair.

Wednesday put on her black lipstick she had just purchased in her mirror, and pursed her lips. She heard The Sound of Silence playing and walked over to her nightstand... because Wednesday had done something else that schocked everyone in her family... she had bought a phone.

She then answered it, thinking she knew who it was. "Hello?"

"I'm in your house." Blair said, in a deep voice.

By now, Wednesday had gotten used to Blair's way of answering her phone. Or she would sing a line of Hello by Adele. "Hey, Blair. How are you?"

"Alright, yourself?" Blair asked.

"I guess I'm okay." Wednesday responded honestly.

"What's the matter?"

"It's just... Joel's at work again and we haven't really been spending that much time together." Wednesday confessed. "I just, really miss him and I-"

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

"Hang on." Wednesday rolled her eyes, annoyed. She put a hand over the phone. "It's open!"

Joel then walked into the room. "Hey, Wednesday."

"Oh, hi." Wednesday was in shock. She thought he was working that day. She resumed her conversation. "Listen, I have to go. Joel's here. Can I talk to you tonight?"

"Oh..." Blair hesitated. "Yes, of course. You two have fun, now." She then hung up.

"Who was that?" Joel asked.

"My friend, Blair." Wednesday said.

"Oh, nice." He seemed hesitant, like something was wrong.

"How are you here? I thought you had to work?" Wednesday paused. "Did you call off to come see me?" She slowly walked towards him and he held her, she kissed him.

"Something like that..."

"What?" Wednesday asked, confused.

"I got fired."

Wednesday stopped running her fingers through her boyfriend's hair and seemed angry. "Why? You're one of their best employees!"

"I... know. It was around twelve thirty and there were these two girls who came to Tim Horton's and they wanted a couple of drinks. I thought everything was fine but the one girl looked rather... peculiar. She was wearing this bizzare outift. So, I accodentally gave her a sideways glance and immideatley, she started yelling. The other girl who was with her demanded to see the manager. They said that I should mind my own bussiness, exedra exedra, and my boss got very upset. He apologized, they got their coffee for free and I got fired." He explained.

"Oh, Joel... I'm so sorry." Wednesday kissed him and then immediatley became angry. "What did they look like?"

"One had dark hair, one was blonde. The blonde one was the one who wanted to see the manager, she was probably like five years younger than the dark haired one. And she was wearing some pretty weird clothes. A good kind of weird." Joel added.

"But weird."

"Trust me, if I ever see those girls, they're going to wish they had never been born." Wednesday growled.

"Come on, darling, don't hold a grudge." He said and attempted to lean in and kiss her.

"You know I hate people who can't mind their own damn business." Wednesday stated, anything but calm.

"I know, but I'll find another job. Even if I have to work at Starbucks."

Wednesday cringed. "Don't bring that Godforsaken place into this."

"I won't if you give me some sympathy." He kissed her. He stopped. "There's more. After I got fired, the dark haired one came up to me and started hitting on me. Then, she told me that she was sorry she got me fired and kissed me. I tried to get away and finally I did. I feel awful. I didn't want to say anything but-"

"They... kissed you?" Wednesday was enraged. "Your taking me to Tim Horton's every day next week until we see them."

Wednesday stated. "I'm going to make them wish they had stayed in the womb."

Joel rolled his eyes and they made out for a while, until it turned into more than that, and Joel decided to stay overnight.

Meanwhile, Blair hopped out of the shower and wrapped herself in her black towel.

Just then, her sister walked in, in her pajamas. She handed the phone to Blair. "It's Wednesday."

"Lacey, I'm in the shower-" She then put her silver Iphone six plus on speaker.

It had a case with the image of a creepy graveyard, fog, ravens, etc.

"Hey, Wednesday!" Blair eyed her sister, annoyed and pinned her hair up with a black hairclip, with a strand hanging down.

"Hey, Blair." Wednesday sat on her bed. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. I took my annoying little sister," as she emphasised the words, Lacey chuckled. "To Tim Horton's and got a couple coffees. Yea, there's a real story about that little adventure." Blair rolled her eyes and began to dress in her black, strapless nightgown that extended down to her knees.

Wednesday then grew a bit cold, and started to put peices together. "When did you go to Tim Horton's?" She asked.

"Oh, around twelve thirty-ish." Blair stated, nonchalantly.

Wednesday became angry. "Did anything... happen there? As in... a fight or something?"

"Yea, how do you know about that?" Blair asked and took the phone into the kitchen. She then began to paint her nails and toenails black.

"Because that kid who got fired was my boyfriend!" She yelled.

"Oh, Wednesday... I'm so sorry. I hope he finds another job soon." Blair felt awful. "They say everything happens for a reason. Hopefully,-"

Wednesday could not believe how cool and calm Blair was being about all this. She was acting like she hadn't done anything wrong.

Blair finished painting her nails and took her phone off speaker.

"Aren't you even a little sorry about what you did?" Wednesday asked, annoyed and appauled. "And after work, you had the audacity to hit on him! You knew what he looked like, I sent you countless pictures!"

"Huh?" Blair then realized her friend's assumption. "No, Wednesday, that wasn't us. You have the wrong idea-"

How badly Wednesday wanted to believe her, but she didn't. "Don't lie to me, Blair! Joel gave me your's and Lacey's descriptions!"

"Yea, I was gonna tell you that those chicks looked a lot like us!"

"Oh, sure. You know your just like all of the other normal people. You get close to people and ruin their lives from behind their backs!" Wednesday yelled.

"Wednesday, how the hell could you say that? Anyways, normal isn't real. It's a facade!"

"Don't act like my mother!"

"What? Wednesday I was saying that before I even knew your mother existed!" Blair justified.

"Don't play stupid, my mother always talks about shit like that! I thought I was wrong about you. I assumed you and your sister were just two other plain, normal, starbucks girls and I was right!"

Now Blair was angry, and she was usually a patient perspn. "Don't you dare bring her into this!"

"What's the matter? You can't handle the truth? Because-"

"No. It is my turn to talk." Blair's voice immideatley became commanding.

Wednesday was speechless.

Blair continued. "You know what your problem is, Wednesday? You think your the only unique or different person out there. I have news for you, you're not. Don't complain that you don't have friends, you refuse to. Stop blaming everyone else for not accepting you. God, you are such a hypocrite! You don't accept anyone else. How long did it take you to even consider datong Joel? Two years? Wouldn't suprise me! You won't ever have the people in your life that make your life unique if you keep up this miss too good for everyone attitude of your's!"

Wednesday had never been talked to like that, had never been put in her place. And she hated the feeling. "Yea? Well you aren't very tolerating! You got my boyfriend fired and made out with him afterwards, probably just to hurt me."

Blair groaned. "That wasn't me."

"It was and you know it! And as far as my attitude goes, you no longer have to put up with it." She then hung up.

Just then, Morticia walked into Wednesday's room.

"Wednesday, darling? I heard screaming, is everything alright?"

At that point, Wednesday decided this would be her problem and her's alone. No one else would understand, anyway. "Yes, mother. I was rehersing lines for... Shakesphere in the Park." She decided to run wih the story. "Yea, Joel wants to take me. He thinks it'll be a good... learning experience."

"Really? I didn't know they had that around here." Morticia said.

"Well... they do."

Morticia sighed, knowing something was wrong but taking the hint that her daughter would not share. "Alright, darling. Get some rest."

"Okay."

Morticia then exited and closed the door behind her.

Wednesday blew out her candles for the night... and cried extremely angry tears.

Meanwhile, Lacey did not ask about her sister's argument, she was too tired.

"Hey, wanna watch Chiller?" Blair asked.

Lacey yawned. "Yea, sure."