Author's note:
This has taken forever, and I'm really sorry. My plot bunnies have become very lazy and only want to write one-shots. But, this chapter is a lot longer than my others, so yay. Alright, enjoy some genuine little!WxL.
Pugsley glanced at his sister for what seemed like the fiftieth time in the past hour. Usually this would be her cue to come up with something brilliant that would get them out of this torture hut and possibly leave the camp as nothing but a crater next to the lake. But no, she was just sitting there, eyes fixed on the wall and slightly glazed over. This must have been how she was coping with what appeared to be a hopeless situation. It was actually rather shocking that their ultimate downfall would be in the form of two cheery camp counselors that were all for the psychological torture of twelve-year-olds.
Speaking of, the posters on the walls were starting to make his brain hurt. Everything was about staying positive and never giving up, and it made him want to drown himself in a bucket of battery acid. So maybe Wednesday was onto something with zoning out everything. He was about to follow suit when she rubbed her eyes with her hands.
"Pugsley, I think it's time we got out of here." Wednesday's brother jumped slightly at her sudden return to consciousness.
"Yes, that's what I've been saying for a week!" Pugsley agreed with her and jumped up from his place. "Let's do this right now!" Wednesday didn't even attempt to stop him from running over to one of the windows and connecting his fist to the glass. Wednesday sighed at the sound of Pugsley's shriek after it failed to shatter.
"Safety glass." She told him without sympathy. Pugsley dragged his feet and sat back down next to her. "Clearly, if we're going to get out of here, we need a plan that's better than breaking a window and running for it. You know for a fact that there are campers around every corner just waiting to turn us in to Gary and Becky the minute we do something suspicious."
"Then we break out at night, when everyone else is asleep." Pugsley suggested. Wednesday shook her head.
"Not good enough. There's no way we're getting out of here alone."
"Then I guess we aren't getting out." Pugsley said, defeated and crossed his arms. He was only able to remain silent before getting irritated within a few minutes. "How long do we have to stay in here?" Asked Pugsley, just wanting more than anything to be back home with his chemistry set and Aristotle. Wednesday knew the answer to his question and wasted no time at all to tell him,
"Until we crack." Straightforward and true, just like everything else that Wednesday said. Neither had time to say anything else, because the cabin door swung open, and a certain gangly boy by the name of Lucas was pushed in by Gary.
"I'll be back for you tonight." He said to Lucas with a hint of false sympathy in his voice. He then turned to Pugsley and Wednesday.
"Behave yourselves." Was all he said to them before vacating the cabin. The sound of a lock turning from outside was barely audible. The newest prisoner was still standing at the far end of the room, fixated on a scuff mark on the toe of his shoe when Pugsley got curious.
"What are you doing here?" Asked Pugsley. He was surprised his sister hadn't jumped at the opportunity to speak to the painfully ordinary boy standing before them. She did kind of have a look on her face that screamed, 'oh no, it's you.' But maybe it was a sign that his sister did not indeed have feelings for Lucas, which would make his life so much easier.
"It's kind of complicated." Said Lucas, still looking down at his feet. By the way Wednesday sighed, you could practically hear her roll her eyes. One thing Wednesday couldn't stand was people beating around the bush.
"We have practically unlimited time, what did you do?" She asked.
"Wrote some stuff." Lucas mumbled and leaned against the back wall. Knowing that she probably wouldn't get any more information out of Lucas without objects of torture, Wednesday went back to being quiet, while Pugsley resorted to giving Lucas a death glare. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, Lucas tried to break the awkward silence and steer the direction of the conversation away from himself.
"So what did you guys do?" He asked.
"We refused to partake in a 'group hug' after your girlfriend insulted our family." Wednesday broke in before Pugsley got the chance to say something similar. Lucas didn't try to defend Amanda, because he probably knew it was perfectly in-character for her to do something like that.
"They put you in here all day for not hugging people?" He asked in disbelief.
"Among other things. Are you really surprised?" Wednesday asked, looking at the ceiling. "You know as well as the rest of this camp that we're Gary and Becky's personal project." Pugsley waited for some pathetic denial from the guy, but all he got was a sigh. At least he wasn't an optimist.
"So…what have you guys been doing in here?" Lucas asked and looked around to only find a Michael Jackson poster that made him flinch.
"Planning our escape." Pugsley blurted out, only half-joking. His sister drove her elbow into his rib cage.
"Really?" Lucas asked, eyebrows raised.
"No." Wednesday stated flatly. "As much as I would like to, and believe me, we need to get out of here to save our uncle; we can't. It's nearly impossible with eyes constantly on us." She explained and was rather surprised she felt she could confide in this boy she'd only met once or twice.
"What do you mean, 'save your uncle'? Lucas asked while taking a few steps towards the couch Wednesday and Pugsley were sitting on.
"He's engaged to a golddigging succubus, and we need to stop her." Wednesday's face made it seem like this kind of thing wasn't extremely odd at all.
"What's a succubus?" Pugsley asked, causing his sister to roll her eyes. Lucas jumped at the chance to impress Wednesday.
"A succubus in medieval times was a demon that had sex with men while they were sleeping, but the term is usually used now to describe women that are horrible to their husbands." He explained to Pugsley.
"Very good." Wednesday commended him, rather relieved to be around someone of somewhat equal intelligence for once. "So do you understand why we need to break out?"
"Yes, but I don't think it'll be quite as impossible as you think." Lucas said confidently.
"Oh, how so?" Wednesday asked.
"Well, I could help you." He suggested. "You know, I could distract everyone or something." Wednesday jumped up from the couch and began pacing like she did when she was under a lot of stress, or was thinking of a plan. Pugsley felt unbelievably left out. In five minutes, he'd gone from being his sister's confidant, to the third wheel. Wednesday stopped her pacing abruptly.
"I've got it!"
Wednesday crept out of her bed oh so slowly, just hoping not a single floorboard creaked beneath her feet as she made her way to the cabin door. From what she'd experienced, the perky girls she'd been sharing a cabin with all were terribly light sleepers, especially their leader. She'd reached the door now and reached into her pocket for the oil pen Gary and Becky had overlooked in their search and seizure of a large majority of her possessions. With the hinges taken care of, she reached out and opened the door, so relieved at how quiet it was. She closed the door behind her and began creeping in the shadows of the camp's building to get to the designated meeting place.
During Wednesday's journey, a few thoughts crept their way into her mind. You can't trust him. Lucas was one of them, who's to say he hadn't told Gary and Becky about their plan and she was about to walk into an ambush? She tried to push the thought from her mind, he wouldn't do that. He could. You don't know him.
Her conscience was right, she didn't know him. There was no reason to trust him. All he was, was an idiotic boy that- wrote, and came up with really good escape plans and…wasn't terrible looking. You like him.
If one could hit the voice in the back of their head, hers would have been now.
Lucas looked around nervously for the hundredth time in the past five minutes. He still had a chance to run back to his cabin and get back into bed without anyone knowing he was gone. He could avoid getting punished and probably labeled as an outcast by the entire camp. All he had to do was walk away. But he couldn't. What he had written that got him into the Harmony Hut was straight from the heart, and if he believed his heart, then he knew he couldn't leave them. He couldn't leave her.
It made no sense at all, but he felt like he finally got those stupid romantic comedies his mom had forced him to watch. Perfectly normal guys with normal lives, that fall for girls completely out of their league that are kind of quirky and unique.
But of course, that wasn't Wednesday. Wednesday was something words couldn't describe Wednesday was- wearing a ninja costume. He had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining this, but there she was, like a villain right out of a Jackie Chan movie.
"I thought I told you to dress in dark clothes." she whispered harshly. Lucas looked down at his outfit that consisted of jeans and a navy pullover.
"We can't all be ninjas!" He whispered back. Lucas then noticed a lack of chubby boy. "Where's your brother?" he asked.
"I haven't heard any alarms, so he should be on his way." Right on cue, Pugsley ran up to them, wearing an outfit identical to Wednesday's. If they were anyone else, it would have confused him.
"Ok, lets go!" Wednesday ordered, and led the boys the rest of the way to the fence. She and Lucas were much faster than Pugsley, and she'd already gotten her fingers into the chain link before turning her head. "Hurry up!" She called to Pugsley.
"I'm coming!" He said back, finally grabbing the fence. Wednesday breathed a sigh of relief, the last thing she wanted was to have to leave her brother behind. Who else would she torture? Cassandra? She looked up at the barbed wire at the top. This would hurt, but she could do it.
"Here." Lucas said and knelt down to position his hands to give Wednesday a boost. For once, her pride didn't get the best of her and before she knew it, she was nearly to the top of the fence. And then the lights and the sirens came on. Stunned, Wednesday's fingers slipped and Lucas knew she would fall. he reacted faster than he knew he could, and managed to catch her in the most ungraceful way possible, nearly falling over himself. There were flashlights aimed at his face and the rather loud mob of campers led by Gary and Becky came into view.
"Put me down!" Wednesday whispered angrily, and Lucas let her go.
"There they are, I saw them sneak out!" He heard the voice of Amanda say behind one of the blinding flashlights that his eyes had yet to get used to. Amanda's voice sounded as vengeful as ever. Two boys that Lucas recognized from a few activities marched up to Wednesday and Pugsley like good little mindless automatons and ripped off their masks before rejoining the mob.
"Children, what do you think you're doing?" Gary asked in his authority figure tone of voice. It might have scared a few of the campers, but certainly not the Addams children.
"We have to see our family. It's very important." Wednesday, fearlessly told them the truth.
"More important than a summer of fun? More important than making new friends? More important than sharing?" Becky spoke as if they were four-year-olds. Lucas rolled his eyes, they really couldn't be that dumb, could they? Suddenly, Gary's eyes were on him.
"And Lucas Beineke, I am appalled!" Lucas felt everyone's gaze on him, but tried to stay strong, and think of something other than admitting to helping the Addamses escape because he kind of had a thing for Wednesday.
"They just want to go home, I was only trying to help." He said weakly. He heard a few guys snicker, and a few of Amanda's friends gasp. This must have been a real scandal to them. Amanda's eyes met his, and suddenly her shocked look at Lucas turned into a glare aimed at Wednesday.
"I think they should be punished." She said loudly, and then began to chant, "Punish! Punish!" The other orange-clad campers then joined in,
"Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish! Punish!" After a short while, Becky felt the need to stop this.
"No! No!" She yelled to shut them up. "We are not here to punish. We are here to inspire." Amanda smiled smugly.
"Campers, you know what I think our little ninja friends here need?" Asked Gary. "Know what just might turn their sad and potentially wasted little lives right on around?" Everyone remained quiet until he had an acoustic guitar and began to lead everyone in song.
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya…
Wednesday and Pugsley at first glanced at each other, not quite sure this was actually happening.
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya…
Lucas swore he could hear a wolf howl in the distance.
Kumbaya, my Lord, kumbaya… Oh, Lord, kumbaya.
As the overly-sweet song sank in, a look of genuine horror came across Wednesday's face as she backed into the fence, reaching behind to grab it. She didn't dare let go.
That's one of my favorite parts of the movie, and I hope I did it justice. Did I? Do you enjoy shipping adorable little odd couples? Review! Oh, and if you don't, I'll…..make some Nutella brownies and eat them in front of you all, and you can't have any. Ha! (No, but seriously, I have a review addiction).
