The sky, heavy with black clouds, didn't bother Pugsley; in fact, it seemed to match his determination. Every mile traveled brought him closer to the one person at Nevermore who truly mattered. Besides Wednesday and Eugene, no one else occupied so much space in his mind.

Her name echoed like a silent spell in his head. So desired, so unattainable, yet so real.

Pugsley had never considered himself romantic, never dreamed of cinematic loves. Until he saw her. The first time their paths crossed, something inside him changed. Every detail seemed crafted to fascinate: the way she walked, her voice's softness, light in her eyes. Impossible not to get lost.

And the best part? She didn't ignore him. Didn't reject him like in other schools. Here, at Nevermore, Pugsley finally belonged — and the place he most wanted to be was by her side, maybe even too close to the lips he imagined nightly.

"Are you thinking about that girl again?" Wednesday broke the silence, her firm voice echoing through the car. Pugsley rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his spreading smile.

"She has a name, Wednesday," he replied with pride and vulnerability. "And she won't get out of my head."

"That's why you're so pathetic," Wednesday retorted, crossing her arms. "She's too pretty for you."

Gomez Addams's raspy laugh came from the front seat, the teenagers' father observing with usual somber enthusiasm.

"So what if he's ugly?" Gomez began, caressing his wedding ring. "Addamses have always been ugly. But that doesn't stop us from winning beautiful women. Look at Morticia and me... Makes no sense, but works. Morticia is poison in a vial, but refined poison."

Wednesday arched an eyebrow, entertained by her father's twisted elegance. "You'll follow my program to win your mother," Gomez continued, eyes glinting mischievously at Pugsley.

The car moved down the dark road, Lurch muttering in a dead language or singing an old song from when he was fully alive.

"First: make the girl smile. Teeth showing means she wants to devour you... I mean, likes you."

"Second: praise her smile. Shows readiness to be cooked alive... again, Addams for thinking you're cool."

"Finally," Gomez concluded with crooked smile, "invite to candlelight dinner... in a graveyard. Essential it's dark and memorable."

The damp night air enveloped Pugsley clutching a small, dirt-smudged velvet box. Inside, a simple diamond ring — Uncle Fester's likely jewelry store heist souvenir. Now intended for Wednesday... but first, he needed to win her over.

She finally appeared, serene vision looking at her phone with quiet smile that left him breathless. He hoped she laughed at his morning message.

"Hey!" he shouted, emotion overcoming voice control. Emerging from school pillars, eyes fixed on her. "I..." Voice softened approaching, heart racing wildly.

When her eyes met his, time stopped. The world disappeared, reduced to sparkle in her gaze.

"Oh..." he mumbled, hiding the ring. "I stabbed knives into my feet this morning, so I'm... more idiotic than usual." Humor couldn't hide his intensity.

Then came her smile. Damned reaction he couldn't control. Unlike his crooked animalistic grin, hers was sweet, deadly, mesmerizing. Every lip curve an invitation to damnation — and Pugsley was ready.

"She smiled..." he sighed, mirroring her expression. For first time, his smile seemed silly and lovesick, not just morbid.

"Oh... second step," he mumbled, remembering Gomez's instructions.

"Your smile is beautiful," he began breathlessly. "Like it rips out my heart and chews it, still pulsating... And yet, I've never been happier."

Finally, the last step. To win over the black widow of his devotion. To die, devoured by love.

"Do you... want to go with me... to the graveyard?" Pugsley rushed, words tripping. "For dinner... with candles... and... maybe poison instead of wine... since we're underage." Goofy smile returned, balancing anxiety and hope.