"You're not doing this just because of Emma...right? Because if you are- you're wasting your time. She's given up love years ago."
"Maybe so... but have you?"
This doesn't exactly float along with the plot, but I'm putting it in because I'm the author, and who said plots had to be organized?
I feel like sidebar events add meat to the bone... (Meaning to the romance)
Like, is there a manual?
Well I don't care. I wrote the book! *raises pitchfork*
This is also something for you guys since you're reading and commenting and like- interacting with me! ❤
Couldn't have made it without you, but I guess I've finally written something worthy.
😒 Or somethin' like that. Anyways, on to the book.
Enoch's POV
I was nervous.
Enoch?
Nervous?
NEVER!
I know. I KNOW. But Jacob will be arriving here in ten minutes and I still don't have a gift worthy enough to give him.
It's Valentine's day and all I have is a ball of clay and some moldy roses covered in the cooled wax from my once buring poppy candles.
I gritted my teeth as my brain became more and more empty with each tick and tock of the clock.
"Fuckety-fuck." I hummed as I searched the room for something.
If I couldn't get him something new, especially since I wrecked my last project in rage... I could at least give him something sentimental.
"Sentiment. Meaningful." I clicked my tongue as I spotted something grey under my bed.
Charles!
I grinned to myself and yanked the old dusty stuffed animal out from under my bed.
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A fit of coughing shook me as I desperately attempted to wave away the suffocating cloud of mites, cobwebs, and decomposing insects.
"Ugh, how long has it been- eh?" I gasped as I held him up by his ear.
The neglected bear's button eyes stared back at me as if to say- 'Bitch, long enough to give you bronchitis.' But I merely rolled my eyes and snatched up a lint roller to clean him up some.
I spritzed him with some of my cologne and even closed any open holes in him with some thread and a needle.
Just as I finished Jake walked in with a black box in his hand. "Hey!" He smiled at me as he closed the door behind him.
"Uh-Hi." I reddened as I desperately tried to hide the stuffed animal behind me.
"Um. Do you want to open your gift first?"
I eyed the black box in his hands. He was being very careful with it which was leading me to believe it was a collection of fresh organs.
"Sure..." I puckered my lips slightly.
He nodded and carefully placed it into my lap. "Uh, Happy Valentine's Day."
I reddened and opened the box.
I screamed as soon as I opened the box.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Jake had discovered something about me that I hadn't told him about.
"How did you-?" Tears fell down my cheeks as I lifted the grey Scottish fold out of the box and into my arms.
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"Uh, Ms. Peregrine showed me a few pictures of you with your parents and your childhood..."
I didn't know what to say. I was upset that he had discovered something that personal about me without my approval, but I was so happy I had a kitten to myself.
"..."
"Enoch?"
"I'm not in the mood to be pissy so we'll come back to that later..." I sniffed as I stroked the kitten's head. "Do you want your gift?"
"Y-Yes. I guess..."
I grabbed the bear from behind me and tossed it at him.
His eyes widened when he caught it. "You're giving me Charles?"
My eyes were saucers and I practically dropped my kitten on the floor.
No one knew about Charles.
No one except for Ms. Peregrine, and she swore she'd never speak of him.
I guess some swears don't last forever.
"Out." I felt my walls go up from the wave of painful memories.
"Huh?"
"GET OUT!"
"What-?"
"I SAID GET OUT. NOW!"
He got up and fled from the room without another word and I collapsed to the floor with my pulse roaring in my ears.
