Author's Note: Sorry if this chapter isn't as long as usually, and that it ends so abruptly. I've had rather bad writer's block lately and was having trouble getting this out
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I claim to own, the Addams Family in any of it's forms
Wednesday had on an old dress of her mother's, she dusted it down with her palms and then glanced at herself in the mirror. Morticia clucked her tongue with a slight shake of her head.
"It's not really working for you, is it darling?"
Wednesday looked in the mirror again, folding her arms across her chest and trying to obtain the strong, feminine look that her mother captured so well. She gave up.
"May I make a few alterations mother?"
Morticia nodded, passing Wednesday her sewing box. Wednesday reached inside the armadillo and pulled out a pair of scissors, slicing the dress above her knees in a sort of zigzag pattern. She then chopped the dangling pieces of material from her sleeves and used them to wind her hair into an intricate up-do.
"How's this mother?"
Morticia looked her daughter up and down before giving a nod of approval, "Let's see how the men like it."
She reached for the noose that hung conveniently by her head and gave it a tug.
"You rang?" Lurch groaned at her.
"Lurch, will you please fetch Mr Addams and Pugsley?"
He gave her a slight bow, and then retreated, only to return a few seconds later with the male Addamses in tow.
"Gomez, Pugsley," Morticia addressed them. "How do you like Wednesday's dress?"
"Ah Paloma, you look stunning!" Gomez shouted enthusiastically.
Pugsley agreed, "You look good Wednesday, like death."
"Thank you," Wednesday curtseyed graciously as her mother had taught her. "What time is it?"
Gomez looked at his wrist and pocket watches, " Four fifty three, and nine twenty two. That makes it exactly seven o'clock."
A loud blaring foghorn ran through the place.
"He's here!" Gomez exclaimed excitedly. "At last we can meet the young lad who endeavors to steal my daughter's heart!"
"He's very punctual Wednesday, an excellent choice," Morticia commented, breezing out of the room with her husband.
Downstairs, Lurch had let a very nervous looking young man inside the house, and led him over to the foot of the stairs. He was alternately staring up the stairs waiting for someone to appear, and staring at the two headed turtle which he was certain was giving him the Evil Eye.
"Good evening," came a soft voice from the top of the stairs.
There stood an elegant, if somewhat foreboding, looking woman, her arm linked with that of a man in a pinstriped suit, a lit cigar hanging from his mouth.
"Hello," he stammered. "You must be Wednesday's parents."
"That we are my boy," Gomez let go of his wife's arm and bounded down the stairs to shake hands with their guest. "You must be Ronald."
"Wednesday will be downstairs presently," Morticia told him.
"Here I am, Mother," Wednesday followed her parents downstairs and stood in front of her date, inspecting him.
He stood nervously before her, waiting for some kind of comment of approval.
Wednesday nodded to herself, "The pin looks good on you."
"Alright children," Morticia gave a gentle smile to the pair. "Have a good evening."
"Thank you mother, we will."
The door creaked open and Gomez and Morticia's heads snapped simultaneously towards it. Wednesday tiptoed into the house and attempted to shut the door quietly behind her, but it's groan was more pronounced than that of their butler.
"Wednesday, you're home early," Gomez commented from his side of the love seat.
The girl shrugged.
"Wednesday darling are you alright?" Morticia lifted herself from the chair and scuffled quickly towards her daughter. "Why darling, your mascara's run."
Wednesday wiped her face with her sleeve and gave a little sniff. Gomez sprang from his chair and yanked a sword out of the umbrella stand.
"Where is he? I shall ran through the heart of the boy who hurt my Paloma's!"
"It's alright father, you don't need to do that," Wednesday held out her hand for the sword.
Gomez reluctantly gave it up.
"Now Wednesday, what happened?" Morticia asked, leading her daughter over to the bench seat beneath the bear.
"It was just awful," Wednesday replied. "There were colorful streamers hanging all over the place, and about a thousand pink hearts all over the place- and not a single gunshot wound in any of them. And then, Ronald suggested we dance so we did, and all his friends started to through candy hearts at us. Then he yelled at me and said he never would have been pelted with the things if he'd taken Cindy instead of me, and I told him he would have because his friends hated him anyway. And then he got mad at me for some reason and told me never to talk to him again."
"Ah Paloma," Gomez wrapped an arm around his daughter. "One thing you will find as you grow up, boys tend to blame anyone but themselves for their faults."
"But you don't blame mother for your faults," Wednesday pointed out.
"Your father has no faults," Morticia commented. "And one day darling, you'll find the boy for you. One with no faults, or at least, one who's faults are amiable."
"Thank you mother, thank you father," Wednesday gave her parents a quick smile. "It does feel rather good to have one's heart torn in two. And next time, it may be love."
Morticia nodded, "That's right. Now, up to bed, you've got a big day tomorrow."
"I do?"
Her parents nodded, before Gomez explained, "Pugsley found a new cave while you were at the dance."
Wednesday's eyes lit up, and she quickly gave her parents a kiss each before dashing upstairs.