sorry if this is a bit short
PUBERT
"Your ugly friend keeps trying to be in my sights."
I look up as Wednesday crosses her arms in the doorway of my office.
"What do you mean? How do you keep getting in here?"
"If you don't want me to enter, you should make the lock on your door a little more challenging." She says, displaying a lock-picking kit. "Besides, even if I didn't, the silly people in this office seem to think you like seeing me. Pity."
"I'll say… anyway, who are you talking about?"
"That colleague of yours, Lucky or whatever."
"Lucus?"
"That sounds like him."
"What did he do now?" I ask, putting my pen down from filling out some papers. "Did he offend you in any way… if there was a way…"
"Yes. He believes I am a common everyday dominatrix and brought handcuffs to me as some sort of peace offering? Handcuffs, Pubert. I find that insulting."
I sigh. "Wednesday, I'm not sure what you want me to do. He likes you (for some reason) and is trying to get to know you. I mean, what did Joel do that made you like him?"
"He almost died."
"I'm sure Lucas isn't going to do that… well… then again, the way he's pursuing you, you could always ask…"
"I don't want to ask him anything. He's proving to be quite the nuisance."
"If you don't like him hanging around then why don't you try to kill him or something? Isn't that your specialty?"
"He seems to… enjoy that."
"Isn't that what you want? I mean, seriously, you're a sadistic crazy lady and you're getting mad because there is a weird dude who likes that you are a sadistic crazy lady? I never thought I'd say this, Wenz, but you're just like every other woman out there."
Wednesday narrows her eyes at me. "I find that even more insulting that the handcuffs."
"Seriously, think about it. Joel left because he was trying to be something that he wasn't. He was trying too hard but just couldn't handle it. Lucas actually wants to be handled rough by you…" I shake my head. "Look, I don't understand why he does but he likes you and wants to try to be with you. You're getting mad because he's actually trying… so… I mean, I don't know what to tell you. I mean… are you actually afraid that things will turn out like Joel?"
"Joel was a newborn foal amongst wolves who thought he could blend in and not get eaten."
"And… what is Lucas?"
Wednesday looks down at the floor for a moment and it is probably the first time I have ever seen my stoic sister looking so normal and almost vulnerable. I guess despite my family's idiosyncrasies, they had their normal parts too. Wednesday had been hurt deeply by Joel's 'betrayal' as she called it. He had hung in for a long time, longer than I thought the guy would. He had tried to handle Wednesday's oddities as well as the family but he was too soft. As my sister said, he was a newborn foal amongst wolves. But when he had finally snapped, he had said a lot of things that even my family was insulted by, and that's few and far between.
"Lucas is a fly who thinks he can zip through the threads of a spider web without getting caught… He flies close enough to danger and believes he is too quick to be caught up in it. His risks are folly… futile and foolish."
"But don't they also say that the closer you are to danger, the farther you are from harm? Maybe he doesn't feel threatened by you at all and is happy to be caught in your web… He's not Joel…"
Wednesday makes a face. "Are you saying I should give him a chance?"
"I'm saying that he's completely ignoring me about trying to be with you so since he's trying so hard, don't compare him to Joel and see for yourself what he'll do."
Wednesday lifts her eyebrow in the same iconic way as our mother but she gets off the doorjamb.
"I will call upon my tarot cards in this decision… In the mean time, I like what you're doing with your hair."
"What do you mean?"
She doesn't reply and I make a face at the door as it closes. I get up to look in the mirror when my phone rings. I grab it and go to look in the mirror again.
"Hello?"
"Is this Dr. Bert?"
"This is he…" I say, looking in shock at my hairline, seeing what looks like black hair coming up from my head. "What can I help you with?"
"This is Melissa."
"Oh, hey…"
"Did you like the carrot cake?"
"Carrot cake?"
"The one I made for you…"
"Oh…" I look over at the uneaten cake and make a face at it. "It was great."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it... considering you didn't eat a single piece of it."
"Huh?"
"I went by your office this morning to check and see if you'd even tried it and do you know what I found? I found a whole cake still there."
"I've been really busy-"
"Too busy to eat a cake from your girlfriend?!"
I lift an eyebrow into the phone as I pull my hair back to see what the heck his going on with it.
"Um… you're not my girlfriend, officially. This will only be a second date. I never asked you to be my girlfriend…"
"I slaved over that cake all day and now you want to tell me that I'm not your girlfriend?!"
"To be honest… I don't like carrot cake. If you believe you are my girlfriend then don't you think you should look more into what I like than your own preference and happiness? Considering the fact that you break into my office whenever you like, I suggest you observe me a little more."
"You… you're not creeped out?"
"I find it-" I stop and realize what I've been saying this whole time. "Goodbye."
"Wait-"
I hang the phone up and slam it onto the table, breathing heavily. What the hell is going on with me? I was just telling her that I was okay with the fact that she was stalking me but not that she didn't understand me? I'm so confused…
LUCAS
I walk up the apartment stairs and look for the number on my paper that I got from the files at work. Should I have done that? No; but I needed to find this Glicker guy and it's a good thing he had gone to the hospital a bunch of times for allergic reactions and such. I finally find it and knock on the door. I wait a few seconds and the door opens, a weaselly, pale guy struggles to stick his glasses on."
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Are you Joel Glicker?"
"Yeah, who are you?"
"I'm Lucas Beineke… I came to ask you a few questions about a very interesting woman by the name of Wednesday."
Joel makes a face. "Wednesday Addams?"
"Yes."
He looks me up and down, seeming to size me up. For someone who left such an intriguing creature, he sure seems protective of her.
"What do you want from her? She's not like other girls and don't think she's just some Gothic girl who likes S&M or something. It's a whole type of different."
"I have come to figure that out and I was told that if I wanted more information on her, I would fair best talking to you."
"Me? Why?"
"Well, you were her ex, right?"
"Yeah… Wait, do you want to be with her? You want to try your hand with her?"
"Yeah… Got a problem with it?"
Joel just smirks and leans against the doorjamb.
"There's no problem but you're in for a hard course. Like I said, she's not just a Gothic girl with an S&M fetish. She's beyond anything you've ever imagined. Did you meet her family?"
"I met her mother and father, yes… she had um… handcuffed me to the banister."
"Pugsley, Uncle Fester?"
"Um, I don't know what a Pugsley is and I believe I met Uncle Fester. Bald guy in a weird looking robe thing?"
"Yeah, that's him… So, how did you get out of the handcuffs?"
"Her father cut the chain with a surprisingly sharp epee."
"How did you manage that?"
"I… said I was on the arm diet. They kept trying to get me to chew my hand off."
"Arm diet?"
"It worked…"
Joel laughs really hard; so hard in fact that he has to get his inhaler and he sucks in the medicine, leaning on a table beside the door.
"I guess I'll give you a few pointers. The fact that you came up with that and got away with it means you are already thinking like they are. If you really want to win her over, I can get you some tips."
He invites me in.
seems like adam is having a strange acceptance of a nice crazy lady who stalks him and is joel really going to help or is he still upset about having to leave wenz? hmm...
i think i'll have the pov's switch between pubert and lucas just because it seems to be a little better that way and since they are on two different but same-same paths