It had been a week and a half since their argument, and they hadn't spoken since. Wednesday very highly doubted that they ever would again. So, Wednesday was back to being depressed. However, she felt something was missing from her life now. She had tasted the sweetness of the forbidden fruit called friendship... and she enjoyed it. But she couldn't ever taste it again, she had lately been remindong herself, because it would lead to more hurt. And as her mother once said, pain and hurt were two very different things.

It was ninety degrees outside. Yes, this summer was a hot one indeed. Wednesday studied herself in the mirror. She had to look her best, as tonight The Addamses were hosting an engagement party for her Uncle Fester. She wore a short black dress, it went down to her knees. It was low-cut in a square neck, sleeveless and very gothic. She also sported her natural lip color, and grey eyeshadow with mascara. She wore black two inch, open-toed heels. Her nails and toenails were painted black. And a black velvet choker with black diamond stud earrings as well.

Blair drove down the street with the air conditioner on high. "What time is it?" She asked.

Lacey looked down at her pink Iphone. "Five thirty." Lacey said.

"And we're ten minutes away from the airport. Shit! That only gives us twenty minutes to get to the party." Blair sped up.

"Yea, but remind me why we're going again? I thought you guys weren't on speaking terms."

"We're not, but she didn't invite me. I really like her mother, and we've still been talking. She invited me and told me it was going to be one of the biggest they'd had. So I asked if I could invite mom and dad and she said she and Gomez were cool with it."

"I likely doubt Morticia said the words, cool with it."

"Oh, shut up."

They finally got to the airport, and by 6:15, they were at the party. Blair pulled up on the side of the house. Cars were lined up all the way down the street.

She had on a black, elegant and silk high-low dress. It was strapless and low-cut in a v-neck. Along with this, she wore her black foshnet tights. She wore blood red lipstick, black eyeshadow, her signature cat eye and black, spiked four inch heels with ankle straps. Her nails and toenails were the color of her lips. Her hair was the same way it always was, she rarely ever changed it.

It was a complete contrast from the rest of Blair's family. They all stuck out like sore thumbs. Lacey wore a short, sleeveless white dress and white flats.

But their mother wore a pastel blue, floral dress and white, open-toed high heels. She had her nails and toenails in a french manicure. Her hair was medium-brown and very curly. It was down to her shoulders due to the curls. Her bangs were straightened and her eyes were blue, like Blair's and everyone else's in the family for that matter. She wore makeup to match her clothing and was very skinny, had a figure not unlike Lacey. She looked very pretty, about fourty eight years old.

Their father just wore a regular tuxedo and was almost completely bald. He was on the chubbier side but looked good for his age. He was six years older than his wife.

They all exited the truck and began to walk to the Addams' mansion.

"Blair..." Blair's mother began. "Where are we?" She seemed nervous.

"Relax, Dorothy." Her father sighed. "Blair said they were eccentric."

"No, Tod. She said that they were just like her."

"And..."

Dorothy rolled her eyes and continued to walk.

They walked on until they reached the mansion, and at the door stood Lurch.

Dorothy gasped. "Oh, God. Blair, " she eyed her daughter. "Who are these people?"

"My friends." Blair said... then under her breath, "most of them, anyway."

Lurch smiled at Blair, and began to speak in his ever-so-slow, zombie-like voice. "Greetings, Blair."

"Hello, Lurch." Blair smiled back. "You remember Lacey." She gestured to her sister, then to the rest of her family. "Oh, and these are my parents, Tod and Dorothy."

Lurch eyed Tom and Dorothy oddly, they looked quite strange to him. "Come right in."

The engagement party was in full-swing. Dorothy looked mortified and scared while Tod was accepting and taking it all in. Lacey went off on her own to find Pugsley. He was a year older than her and Lacey had formed and unlikely, close bond with him.

Blair, though, wandered aimlessley, meeting guests and not really looking for anyone in particular. However, she was trying to avoid Wednesday. If she ran into her, what would she even say? Morticia had said that she invited her as a suprise, and that the whole family had taken a liking to her, and would love for her to come. She couldn't tell them about the fight, so she went. And she didn't really know if Wednesday was there or not.

Blair walked outside to the graveyard. She thought it magnificent that they had one in their backyard. She needed peace of mind, and she was hoping she would get it. She did not stray from the mansion entirely, but she walked for a while. She was enthralled by the headstones and tombs, and the stories they told.

"Blair!" She heard someone call. She turned and saw Gomez and Morticia standing at the back door, they were waving her over.

"Coming!" Blair called back. She then walked over to them. "Yes?"

"There's someone we'd like for you to meet." Gomez told her. "Desmond!" He called.

A boy, of nineteen years old then walked outside and stood before Blair. He was five foot eight and looked just like Gomez did at nineteen, only he was a bit shorter and his hair was barely a shade lighter than Gomez's, it was the darkest brown. His heart was immideatley captured by the woman before him. She was so beautiful, he had never felt this feeling and he thought his heart was going tl burst. Her eyes popped due to the dark colors she wore. Her black dress hugged her body tightly. He found himself badly wishing he could be that dress, the one to hold her and never let her go, but also be conquered by her spirit... and her body, and her hips... he didn't know how long he had been staring at her, but he wanted to do it forever.

Blair's heart -as she would say- had been ripped out, thrown against the wall, lit on fire and shoved back in. She was weak at the knees at the sight of him. His dark chocolate eyes, his smile that he had on his lips, the way she saw him staring at her, and how he made her feel... she then realized how terribly awkawrd it must have been for Gomez and Morticia, so she began to speak. "Hello, Desmond. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, believe me, the pleasure is all mine." He said and kissed her hand.

Blair smiled.

Gomez spoke. "Desmond is my cousin. My Aunt Drucilla had a child, him. I was twenty one." He said. "Moritcia and I thought you two would get along, so we wanted to make sure you were introduced."

"I see." Blair swallowed, hard.

Desmond held out his hand for her to take. "Would you like to stroll through the graveyard?"

Blair smiled. "Just try to stop me." She took his outreached hand.

At this, Desmond laughed. "I promise, I won't."

They then walked off together, now arm in arm.

Gomez then gripped his wife's waist and kissed her neck. "What do you think, Tish?"

"Mon amour... I think this is giving me deshavu." Morticia teased.

They were now a bit aways from the mansion, but it was still withing clear veiw of their's.

"Blair, how would you like to see something Gomez told me about?" Desmond asked, praying she would say yes.

"I'd love to."

Desmond then lead her to a thick wall consisting of dark green vines. There was a black archway covered by strategically placed leaves. He moved them away and both he and Blair went through. Blair then saw a whole other world, within a wall of vines.

There was a black gazebo, a black bench and a stream-like pond with steeping stones to get to the gazebo. The pond shot out at all angles. It was night now so the place was lit up.

"It's beautiful." Blair said. "That gazebo is the prettiest one I've ever even seen."

"Would you like to go in it?" Desmond asked.

"I'd love to."

Desmond held Blair's hand and they hopped on the stepping stones to the gazebo. Once there, Blair leaned against the rails, facing him. "Care to tell me about yourself?" She asked.

"Yes. But the question remains, would you really like to know?" He asked.

"Yes." Blair answered.

Desmond moved closer to her. "My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen years old. She was never married, so it took a catostrauphically long time to get the rest of the Addamses to like me." He paused. "Gomez and Morticia would offer to babysit for my mother whilst she was at work."

"Oh, what job?" Blair asked.

"She was a stripper." He said nonchalantly.

"Oh... I see." Blair had no idea how to react.

"However, now she's on the right track. She and I worked things out seven years ago. Up until that point, Gomez and Morticia had wanted to take custody of me. However they couldn't take me, I loved them more than I loved my mother but I wanted to work things out. But when I was ten, I ran away. By the time I was tweleve, my mother was sober -she was an alcoholoc- and wished to come back into my life. I said yes and last year I was intorduced to my father."

Blair listened intentely. Desdmond went on to say the same thing about religion Blair did. He aslo said that people in the family were always saying he was just like his cousin, and about his five younger brothers and sister. The oldest was his sister, she was nine, born a year after Desmond ran away. The youngest was three. The three others were four, five and seven.

Blair then told him all about herself, and how she was very different from her family and the only ones she ever really talked to were her little sister and parents.

There was then a moment of silence, and they stared at eachother. Desmond could not take his eyes off of her. "You're very beaituful." He told her.

"Merci, Desmond." Blair responded, forgetting he probably didn't know French. Like Morticia, she had spent many years studying the language. But she had a knack for languages in general, got perfect hundereds in those classes. She also knew a bit of Spanish.

Gomez had shared something with Desmond about three years ago, when Desmond had walked into his cousin's bedroom at a rather inappropriate time. He had said, If ever you find yourself in a sitution where you feel an attraction such as Morticia and I do, one so strong that your entire being is on fire and you can not walk away from it... don't walk away. Because you only get one chance to find someone who will make you feel that way for all eternity.

Desmond inched closer to her. "Blair, would you do something for me?" He asked.

Blair, for some reason unable to walk away from the man before her, instantly responded. "Anything." She breathed, a little more desperate than intended.

"Say something else..." He sighed and swallowed, hard. "in French."