You Brought the Light Back || Enoch x Jacob

~ Prologue ~

"Jacob, c'mon! Do you wanna go or not?"

Jacob groaned as he listened to the pounding on his bedroom door. It was Ricky, yet again, coming to wake him up for a Saturday full of scoping out chicks and figuring out just who to fuck with. It had become something to do every weekend whenever neither of them had anything to do and honestly, they never did have anything to do with their lives.

"JAKE! Come on man, are you still hung up about Jessica What's-er-face?"

"No!" Jacob shouted back defensively, lifting his head up from his pillow.

He could hear Ricky snickering from the other side of the door and he grumbled to himself before grabbing his covers and throwing them to the side. Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he stood up and stretched, grunting when his back loudly cracked.

"Jake, I don't care if you're going commando or if you're just in tighty-whities , I'm coming in!" Ricky shouted.

Jacob reacted as quick as he could and grabbed his blanket, wrapping it around himself as Ricky burst in. They stood at opposite sides of the rooms, glaring at each other and daring the other to make a move.

"You gonna get your jeans or am I going to have to reenact what happened last Saturday?"

Jacob thought back to last weekend, when he refused to get dressed and long story short, the rest of the day was extremely awkward for him, but Ricky never stopped snickering.

"Throw 'em here," he finally sighed and Ricky triumphantly grinned, picking Jacob's jeans up off of the floor and tossing them to the other boy on the other side of the room.

Jacob quickly slipped them on and deciding that Ricky would just become more annoyed if he said he wanted to change his shirt, he left the white t-shirt on his torso and dropped the matter. Reaching into his dresser drawer, he pulled out a pair of socks and quickly slipped them on before stuffing his feet into his black high-top Converse that seemed to be hanging on by the seams, even though they were in perfect condition.

"Jake, I swear to god, if I have to wait any longer-"

"Calm down, dammit!" Jacob snapped, looking back over his shoulder to glare at his friend. "I'm almost done."

Ricky cocked an eyebrow and raised his hands as he slowly walked back out of the room. Jacob huffed and looked back at his window, frowning at how everything was tinted blue. He hated it. He hated not being able to see the true color of anything. He wished that he could find his soulmate, the one who would take way his blue-tinted world and replace it with the true colors of the world. With a sigh, he finished tying his laces and stood up, grabbing his jacket off of the foot of his bed and pulling it on before walking out into the living room where Ricky was eyeing the pictures on the walls.

"What's so interesting about seven year old me?" Jacob asked and Ricky jumped in surprise.

"Dude, you've gotta stop doing that."

"Doing what?"

"What you just did! Anyway, I'm not even looking at you, I'm looking at them," Rick said and pointed to a black and white photo that Jacob had convinced his parents to hang up on the wall. "Who are they?"

"They were the kids that my grandpa lived with at the orphanage as a kid. You wanna know their names?"

Ricky pulled out his phone and looked at the time before shrugging. "Sure. We've got some time before the football team finishes practice and we can go fuck with 'em."

Jacob began pointing out each child, and as he did, he told Ricky about their supposed powers that his grandpa claimed they had.

"Well, you see that lady right there? That's Miss. Peregrine. She was the headmistress of the orphanage and she took care of all of the children there by herself. My grandpa told me that she could manipulate time and transform into a bird whenever she pleased."

Ricky nodded along, like he knew and understood what Jacob was talking about.

"That girl right there is Emma. She was one of the older ones and I guess was lighter than air." Jacob remembered how his grandpa looked off into the distance whenever he would talk about Emma. He guessed it was because he and Emma had something greater than an ordinary friendship.

Jacob continued rambling on and on about the children and he barely stopped to breathe, until he got to the very last one. Enoch O'Connor.

"Well? C'mon, I actually wanna hear this dude's story," Ricky growled, impatient.

"My grandpa never really got into very much detail when he talked about Enoch. Usually, he just kinda muttered a few things about him when I'd ask and it was like he was almost always trying to avoid telling me about him."

Ricky snorted and moved to pull a cigarette out of the breast pocket of his jacket. "Oh, I wonder why."

Jacob looked over. "W-What's that supposed to mean?"

"Why would your grandpa not tell you about one particular kid if he didn't have anything to hide? It's just not logical."

"...Do you even know what you're talking about?"

Ricky shrugged. "Eh, I've got a pretty good guess."

"Besides," Jacob muttered, narrowing his eyes at the picture, "my grandpa had plenty of things to hide."

"Was being blatantly gay one of those things?"

Jacob roughly elbowed Ricky in his ribs and the taller boy snickered and rubbed his now sore side.

"Come on, let's just go," he sighed and Ricky quickly followed him to the door and out onto the sidewalk, where they discussed where they were going and who they were going to be fucking with.

"So let me get this straight. We're going to the 7/11."

"Uh-huh."

"Finding one of the biggest football players there."

"Yup."

"And fucking with him."

"You've got it."

Jacob felt like crying right there. Ricky was trying to get him killed, he just knew it! But he pushed back the scream trying to rip its way out of his throat and followed Ricky to his car, where they climbed in and took off down the road towards the 7/11, Jacob silently hoping that he didn't get the shit beat out of him and looking out of the window at the tinted world while Ricky blasted a random song on the radio.