"Hey." Bianca rhythmically knocked on his door with a smile. He put his drinks in his bed box as he looked up to see her.

A grin appeared on his face, "Hey."

She walked in as he covered the box, his room now empty. Kent left earlier so his parents wouldn't deal with traffic. Now it was just him in his dorm. With Bianca.

"How are you?" She asked as she sat on Kent's empty mattress. He walked over and sat next to her.

"I think I'm gonna be okay." He replied. "So, about the bet... I'm guessing I lost?"

Bianca scoffed, "Actually, you didn't. I did. And I hope to be your... friend. And don't worry, I'll do all your homework and you can brag some more about never losing a bet."

Jackson laughed slightly, "I can keep this bet quiet if you want. And besides, I want something else."

Bianca turned to him, "Oh God. What?"

"I just want you to know that..." He looked at the open door. He stood up and closed it before going back to her, "I'm not going to say anything about you sirening your way in here. You deserve to be here... I'm glad you go here."

She smiled, "Well, I'm glad you go here too. And I won't say anything about that night. I promise."

He smiled as he lay on the bed, she followed in pursuit as their faces stared at the ceiling.

"I'm really glad you did a bet with me." He turned his head towards her. She turned her head to face him with a small smile.

"Oh yeah? Me too." She replied.

"Jackson, I— oh." Wednesday opened the door and looked at the two of them. Her eyebrow rose, "Am I interrupting you two?"

The duo sat straight up, shaking their heads. Jackson walked over to her to be gifted with an envelope.

"Is this from you?" He asked.

"Never. I don't give out gifts, just curses. That was in Weem's office. It had your name on it." Wednesday explained. He nodded, opening it up when he saw the letter.

Dear Jackson.

You are so incredibly special to me. You have no idea. I've always wanted a son, but I was never able to have one. You were the son I would have wanted in my life. But life wanted different things for me. But I am glad life had given me the chance to be your principal. The first time we met, I knew this school would work for you.

And I know you have a mother and a father of your own, but when you let out that he wasn't around, I was heartbroken. You deserve to have someone who looks out for you. So that's why I did. And we got attached to each other.

You'll probably be receiving this when you graduate. If your parents say they can't make it, let them talk to me. I'll make sure they're there. I want you to take bigger risks. I am so proud of who you are and who you're becoming. And keep cooking. Everyone knows how amazing you are at it!

Larissa Weems.

Jackson took a shaky breath, he wasn't graduating this year. He put the note back in the envelope and walked back in.

"For someone who says they're okay, there seem to be a lot of tears." Bianca joked slightly. Jackson shrugged with a laugh as he grabbed a sharpie from a closed box and wrote, 'read before graduation.'

He closed the box with the envelopes inside of it. Jackson took his bell cart that was outside and pulled it in, starting to place his things onto it.

"You ready to go?" Bianca asked as Jackson turned to her.

"You act as if we're not going back here in a next year." Jackson rose his eyebrow at her. She shrugged as they walked out of the room.

"What are you going to do though? If you don't get this room again?" She glanced at him as they walked down the hall.

"I'll break a new piece of plywood and stash it." He answered, "I'm very good with the plier."

"Oh, I bet." Bianca agreed as they walked past Enid and Wednesday.

"Bianca!" Wednesday called, and the two turned to see her, "I owe you a thank you."

Bianca smirked at her, "We're getting that fencing title next year. So don't let killing one supernatural pilgrim get to your head."

"Farewell, Wednesday Addams." Jackson curtsied to her. He pulled his stuff to his taxi his parents ordered for him. As he put his stuff in the car, Bianca walked up to him.

"I have a favor to ask." She raised her eyebrow at him, "If you can handle it."

He turned back to her, "Of course, I can handle it, who do you think I am? What do you need?"

"A place to stay for a week." She answered back. "I can make my food if needed and I can sleep in your attic if needed."

Jackson scoffed, "No need. My parents for some stupid reason own a mansion that they're never home at, so you can pick what room you want. You can pick his close or how far away you want to be away from me. And I'm literally a chef, I can make you food, and I like cooking."

"Good. I'll be there tomorrow?" She asked. He nodded as he got into the car.

Bianca rang the doorbell for what had felt like the fiftieth time. She closed her jacket as she felt the chill. Finally, she saw some movement heading toward the door. Jackson opened the door and saw a nervous look on her face. It was the same look she had in his vision.

"Are you okay?" she asked at the red-stained clothes.

"It's food coloring. I was trying to make a red velvet cake. Turns out I'm better at cooking meals than I am at baking sweets."

She wiped off the brown smudge on his face. Jackson removed his oven mitts with an embarrassed look.

"Did I also mention I tried to make brownies?" He asked, scratching the back of his head.

Bianca laughed slightly, "Jackson, Jackson, Jackson. What are we going to do with you?"

Jackson shrugged as she walked in. He closed the door as the gap between them suddenly closed. Bianca pulled him close and kissed him. He kissed back as he caressed his hand on her cheek. She copied him, putting her hand on his opposite cheek, his other hand moving onto hers.

When they broke they stared at each other for a moment, "Woah."

AN: Woah. I finished. Anyways, I'm going to miss my boy! I hope Wednesday S2 will get confirmed so they can get going, which they should since it broke records. But farewell for now.