The Heat

Olive

A/N: Truth be told I had no intention of updating this because I saw this as more of a one-shot type of thing but a lot of people told me I should update it and I couldn't resist :) Anyway, I'm sorry if they're OC again and thank you for all the sweet messages!

I don't own anything!

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It was another hot day and Olive Elephanta was milling around, trying to clean things that were obviously already clean. The children were sending her puzzled looks as she wiped the counter for what seemed like the 5th time today.

Truth be told, her mind had wandered to a place where only a dark haired teen occupied.

Enoch, much to Olive's bemusement, has been acting extremely off lately. He's being grumpier not only around the children but even her! Although, the children didn't seem to mind as much. They seem to know something Olive didn't because every time Enoch snapped at them, they would just send him teasing looks- looks that would send Enoch stomping off, his face red.

Emma wouldn't poke him as much-unlike Jake who sent the brooding teen sly smiles every time Olive was with Enoch (which often lead to Enoch punching Jake in the arm and Emma giving Jake a stern look as the latter grinned widely at the new bruise he liked to call, 'proof of Enoch's affection').

But just because it didn't bother the others, it didn't mean it didn't bother her.

Olive let out a loose huff, her brow knitted together in both confusion and frustration. She's been trying to get Enoch alone all week in order to try to talk to him but he always seemed to find an (admittedly lousy) excuse to avoid any sort of confrontation with Olive.

She bit her bottom lip as she ascended the winding staircase of their home. A hundred different reasons ran through her mind as to what reason Enoch could possibly have to act this way. And yet none of them seemed logical enough.

Surely he must have a good reason, she thinks, her heart pounding as she approached his door. Her feet stopped as she paused, her eyes burning holes through the door. She wondered what he could be doing now. Would he be busy? Surely he would have the time to at least entertain some of her questions.

Before Olive could debate on the matter any further, the mahogany door swung open to reveal a scowling Enoch.

"Alrigh' who took my cloth-"he stopped abruptly, staring wide eyed at Olive.

Oh. My. Goodness.

Now most of the time, Olive could handle Enoch and his theatrics. She could handle his scowls and habit of brooding because it was honestly really cute. She could handle his short temper and grunts because it always made Olive feel thrilled at the challenge of thawing his cold demeanour. And she could handle Enoch's treatment of her-like those of a boss to an assistant-because the simple fact that he wanted her around and not any other sent butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Yes, Olive Elephanta could handle Enoch O'Connor. Most of the time at least.

Right now is certainly not counted though.

Every coherent thought (or any thought for that matter) flew out the window of Olive's head once she saw him. She of all people knew Enoch was attractive. In fact, ever since they left the loop that they were so accustomed to, Enoch seemed to have gained a lot of attention from the female population (not that he didn't gain some back then of course). It honestly made Olive's blood boil. But she couldn't really blame the girls now could she? Enoch is, as stated before, quite attractive. But, as also stated before, she could keep her cool whenever she was with him.

Yet with Enoch standing at the door, his dark curls still wet and only a towel wrapped around his waist, Olive suddenly felt very faint. She tried to rationalize that it was due to the heat but then she would catch sight of his bare chest again and it would send her back to a state wherein she was nothing but bumbling goo.

They were staring wide eyed at each other as the silence between them stretched on and on and on. Eventually though, the sound of sniggering brought them out of their respective reveries.

Olive squeaked like a mouse who was caught stealing cheese and her already red face went a shade deeper. Enoch let out a startled yelp, his face suddenly as red as Olive's hair.

She then continued to make an utter fool of herself by starting to stutter like a school girl confronting her crush for the first time before mumbling a quick 'goodbye' and dashing away as quickly as she could. Muttering obscenities and curses to herself, Olive continued to speed away, leaving a startled and blushing Enoch standing at the doorway of his room.

(Neither of them take notice of Jake and Emma hiding behind the corner, trying to hold their laughter in with great difficulty.)

(They both promise to try their hardest not to tell the children of this encounter.)

(The whole house ends up knowing by lunch time.)