The Heat

Enoch

A/N: Hello! So I just watched Ms. Peregrines' and I must say, I am quite smitten with it. I haven't read the book yet but I am planning to. Anyway this has been in my head since I first sketched out this rough draft of Olive fixing her hair into a bun and Enoch staring (and drooling) while the others looked on, snickering. One thing led to another viola! This piece was written.

But as I stated before, I had just only recently watched the movie with some of my friends so I admit I don't know much. As a result, I must apologize if the characters are way out of character.

(I'm sorry for the hastily made cover)

So I DON'T OWN ANYTHING :) Everything belongs to their respective owners, etc.

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"Stop staring, Enoch," Emma mumbles to him, a sly smile fighting to win over her delicate features. Hugh and Fiona snickered, turning away to hide their wide grins. Claire and the rest of the children, fortunately enough, managed to elude detection by putting their heads together to hide their giggles.

Not that Enoch would know that.

He was too busy staring at Olive as she cleaned, humming a merry tune under her breath as she did so. Some of her fiery red hair had managed to elude her nimble fingers when she tied her hair into a bun earlier. As a result, some strands were now lying against her exposed neck.

Due to the unnatural heat (they had long since left loops), everybody had opted for more exposed clothes-sundresses, shorts-and Olive was no exception. She was wearing a white, sleeveless sundress that stopped a little before her knees. She was currently walking around barefoot and the dress dipped so low that it exposed her collarbone. Enoch would be damned before he would admit to anyone that he had been staring at her exposed skin for a while now.

His fingers twitched and he had to fight the urge to run them across the skin of her collarbone to her shoulders and down her arms. He also tried to resist the urge to run his fingers through her fiery red hair. But worst of all, he was fighting against everything he had just to stop himself from sweeping Olive off her feet and kissing the living daylights out of her.

Enoch gulped, still oblivious to his snickering friends. Suddenly, his body felt rather hot (he blamed it on the fact that he was still wearing his sweater). "I swear Enoch, you best close your mouth lest flies get in!" Milliard snickered, finally making Enoch jump out of his daze and glare at him (or at least his general direction-Milliard had long since shed his clothes because of the heat).

"Why I ought to-"he started but was suddenly interrupted by Olive's voice from the adjoining room.

"Enoch," Olive called, "would you help me with this? It seems as if there's something in need of fixing here."

Startled, Enoch broke out of his daze and stuttered a lousy 'coming'. Hearing quiet laughter, he threw a dirty look behind him towards the rest of his friends. They immediately softened up and looked away but the sly smiles on their faces proved that they were anything but finished with him.

Jake and Emma sent him pitying glances but Enoch just scowled at them when he caught sight of the way their lips twitched upwards involuntarily.

He left the room still scowling, trying to take deep breaths. He berated himself for acting so...uncharacteristically foolish. Honestly, this was just Olive. She has been in his life for such a long time now. There is no reason to act as he did previously. Honestly, what was he even thinking!? Olive's-

Damn.

Enoch stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide as saucers.

Olive was holding up her hair using her right hand while she used the left to fan herself. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was gaping slightly. Her chin was tilted up slightly and her chest rose with every breath she took.

Enoch stood there, frozen.

Alright so maybe this wasn't just Olive.

Clearing his throat and ignoring the heat that was spreading across his face and body, Enoch stood straighter-all the while hoping that Olive didn't notice him gaping at her like some star-struck fool.

Thankfully, that didn't seem to be the case. She opened her eyes and turned to him slightly, sending him a smile that made him feel like someone just punched him in the stomach.

"Enoch!"

And that was the moment Enoch O'Connor knew he was screwed.