JACOB PORTMAN [ MPHFPC ]
part one
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I had come here, with Miss Peregrine, once I discovered that I was peculiar. I would have never guessed it, I was ordinary like every one else. I was the popular girl in my school, the girl that everyone wanted to be by, and now I'm dead to them. Now I was in 1943, a whole new world for me, and I didn't know what to think.
Everyone was way older than me, 98 years old or more, and I felt completely out of place. Everyone was incredibly nice, but I was new and they weren't quite sure about me. There were wights out there, bad people, and I could've easily been one, but thanks to Miss P I was saved from being murdered, literally.
"Y/N, Y/N, did you know that there's a new person coming ?! Miss P said so today and I'm super duper excited. I really want to go meet him, go to the present and go get him, but Miss P said I couldn't." Claire ranted.
She was a cute little blondie, with a humongous and dangerous mouth on the back of her head, that was her peculiarity. It might not seem useful, but I knew it would come in handy someday.
"Really? What's his name?" I asked smiling.
"I don't know." She shrugged and walked away as if I was the most boring person in the whole world.
I laughed and proceeded to read a book, since that's really all we can do here. No phones, no laptops, no televisions, and simply no technology. I had slowly grown accustomed to it, but it never replaced those nights with my ex watching a movie on our tv screen.
As time went by, I realized that the kids started to run around, more than usual. They seemed very happy and hyperactive. What can be happening?
I got off the red couch and walked to the front door where a tall pale boy stood. He had brilliantly blue eyes and his black hair was sort of ruffled.
He felt the presence of my stare and turned around to see me staring. He immediately smiled and waved slightly at my sight. I had never seen a teenager, a real teenager, here before, especially not a cute one.
I quickly turned on my heels sharply and walked away to the kitchen where Fiona was. She was heating up the coffee and I tapped her on her shoulder repeatedly.
"What?" She asked and looked at me with annoyed eyes.
"A boy, he's here, my age, and cute, and he smiled at me, and he waved at me and-" I cut off and she smiled.
"Uhh, y/n has a crush !" She chanted teasing me.
" I do not." I said and crossed my arms over my chest and walked away grumpily.
Just because he was rather decent looking does not mean I have a 'crush'. He was just- new looking. Everyone always seemed old to me, even if they're appearance faltered that. The way they spoke with such confidence and judgement made them seem so- distant .
I walked back to the living room where everyone was at and smiled at them. It was almost midnight, time for the reset of the loop. We always loved to have Horace project his dreams. It was really impressive how he could have predictable dreams. Although most of them were just about clothes, the ones that weren't were either immensely disturbing or amazingly fun.
As the lights were shut off, we put our full attention to the wall, which his dream was being projected on. At first it was him getting new clothes, like always, but then it changed.
It was rather horrifying to see the ymbrynes in a cage? That would never happen and I was relieved when I remembered that some of his dreams actually don't happen.
I turned around to see Emma and Jacob, I think that was his name, sitting rather closely. They couldn't be together, could they? I felt a pang of jealousy, but turned around once Jacob caught my eye.
Then, it happened. Emma, Jacob, and I, in a boat type thing. Jacob seemed confused and both Emma and I seemed, weirdly enough, angry. What was this about?
"Okay, that's it for tonight." Miss Peregrine announced once she saw the children with their mouths ajar at the sight.
We walked outside to the yard and Jacob ran over to me quickly, "Hi."
I turned to look at him and rolled my eyes, "Just thought I'd let you know, we're all 89 years old or more."
I walked away and put on my mask ready for reset time and Jacob stood next to me, hands touching and although I knew he'd love Emma, like everyone else, I couldn't help, but feel like we were meant to be.
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This might be incorrect in a few spots, sorry, I know I'm a horrible person, so you might need to reload it or something.
Also, this is the first part since it was already immensely long so, yeah.
One more thing, thank youuu bisexualbarry for this idea and also I'd like to thank you guys for reading💗💗
