"I have a date."

"What!" Monday shouted. The sudden sound making Wednesday flinch and then mentally berate herself for doing so. "Where?"

"Well, I don't actually know. He won't tell me."

"He knows you hate surprises right?" Her eye brows lifted in vailed curiosity.

"Yes." It came out as a hiss.

"That's why you like him, isn't it? He clearly isn't afraid off you. Boy's got balls."

Wednesday chuckled at her cousin's brashness.

"Something like that. Now I have a favor to ask. There is a talent show being held by the student body at my new school and I have demanded that Joel help me with my act."

"First off, is this the same boy you were talking about after attending that wretched camp?"

"Yes."

"Second, what is your act?"

"I have most of it planned, but I am going to need your help with the finale."

Monday's sly grin matched her cousin's as they discussed the plan. To not just pull one over on Wednesday's new boyfriend, not that she told Monday that fact, but also the entire school. Sometimes having an identical cousin came in handy. Very handy.

The following day passed in a similar manner as many of the Addams' days tend to be. The brothers, both generations, where chasing each other around the mansion pulling pranks and throwing knives, among other sharp projectiles. Many times a shout or scream could be heard from the masochist Addams men. Monday, Aunt Putrescence, and Morticia were out getting things for the garden.

Wednesday on the other hand was looking in the dusty, cracked mirror above her vanity to check her appearance one more time. She had traded the twin braids for a single braid that fell to her waist. Her dress was an identical style as what she normally wore, however the material was a soft velvet.

She gulped before releasing a massive sigh. She was nervous and when the clock struck midnight she found herself staring into the dark eyes of her boyfriend. The smile on his lips so genuine she almost found herself smiling back.

"No poet could ever express how beautiful you look right now, so I, a simple man, could never express my heart."

"That was corny, Mon Cher." She rolled her eyes, but was flattered non-the-less.

"Shall we go then?"

She took his offered arm as he escorted her to his black 1969 Plymouth Road Runner. Bach, Debussy, and Tchaikovsky playing softly from the speakers surrounding the new couple during the relatively short ride to the location Joel had chosen; the museum of Death.

"They are doing a midnight special on H.H Holmes. I figured you would be interested." Joel explained as he opened the door for her upon arrival.

She was interested. Holmes was one of the greatest serial killers on the past two hundred years. The first in America. Joel really knew her, and they only just got reacquainted.

"Shall we?" He smirked as he held out is arm to her, which she accepted without hesitation as they walked into the morbid lobby.

There was only one other couple there and a beefy looking man with tattoos snaked around his arms sitting behind the counter. Candles flickered against the pasty white skulls and microbe art hanging onto the blood red walls.

"The tour will begin shortly, please help yourself to the Witch's Brew and cookies." A younger girl walked out from behind a black curtain. She looked to be around the same age as the young Addams and her date.

"Thank you." Joel smiled at her before grabbing a chocolate cookie that was shaped like a spider and cheekily held it up to Wednesday's face. The girl only rolled her eyes and thumped him on the head before snatching the treat from his long fingers.

"That's not real Witch's Brew." She stated after Joel was done pretending to be wounded.

"Of course not. Your Grandmother knows how to make it right. This is just apple cider."

She didn't respond as she bit into the treat. The chocolate gooey on her tongue.

I realize that this isn't much of a chapter, but consider it a promise that i will keep working on this. Happy belated HALOWEEN and happy holidays to you all.