~•Horace X Reader•~ Euphoric Feelings

Chapter 8

•~Time Skip :Day Jacob Arrives // (Y/N) POV~•

     Apparently, Horace had a dream where we got a new peculiar. Thank god, being in a house with the same people for.. I don't even know how many years, gets tiring at times. Even though I enjoy everyone's company, even Enoch's, it can get old. Especially when the same exact thing happens every day of the week, month, year, decade, whatever! It get can get old.

     I was assigned the job of making the food for everyone. We're having turkey, carrots, peas, and mashed potatoes. Not to mention my apple pie.

     Once everyone was awake, we went off to do our regular jobs. Millard and Hugh, had nothing to do, other than play ball. Bronwyn, Claire, and Olive were having a tea party, In their usual spot, of course. Fiona, she went to tend to her plants, her sunflowers are the brightest yellow, they could compete with the sun! Horace, he was being referee to Millard and Hugh, although, they never do what she tells them to do. Emma was watching the tea party, since we don't trust the girls by them selves. Who knows, they could end up killing someone. Enoch was making his dolls, he was also making sure to keep his toys quiet, or else I'll scream in his ear.

     I, of course, was picking apples for the pie, when Claire came running up to me, her blonde curls bouncing with each step.        "(Y/N), Horace wants to talk to you after you're done picking the fruit!" She said cheerfully. "He must want me to add extra vanilla to the pie.. but why not just come talk to me in person about that?" Whenever I make apple pie, Horace always wants me to add extra vanilla. Apparently, vanilla helps to soothe his nightmares, but I'm not very sure of that. "Of course, Claire. Here, take these and go back to the tea party. Don't eat them all on the way there, and share them with Bronwyn and Olive." I say while handing her three green apples, after that she quickly runs off.

     After I got enough apples, I quickly walked into the kitchen to get everything ready for dinner. I grab a stool and open the tall cabinets, the ones with all the other ingredients. I grab vanilla, gram crackers, cinnamon, and some other things, I set them all down and close the cabinet. Once I get down and put the stool up, I start walking to the door. As my hand reaches the handle, it opens on it's own. Miss Peregine walks in and smiles at me, "Hello Miss Peregine, the apple pie isn't made yet, but I need to go see Horace." I inform her while trying to walk past her. "Don't you want to meet our guest, (Y/N)?" She asks me. "GUEST?" I tilt my head to the side a little, not totally understanding what she meant. Surely the new peculiar wasn't here yet..

     Right then, a tall, skinny, boy with dark hair and bright blue eyes walks up to me. "H-Hi, I'm Jacob. What's your name?" He asks with a lot of hesitation in his voice. "(Y/N) (L/N), the girl who can read minds and manipulate sound. Her screams can make a man's head explode, try not to make her mad." Jacob thinks. I guess he can't tell I just read his mind. "It seems you already know who I am. You also know my peculiar, and I do not suggest making me mad." I said while smiling, his face turning red while he shrugged. "It was nice to meet you, I'm sure we'll have time later to get to know each other more, but I really must go. Goodbye!" I said while patting his shoulder and walking outside.

     After searching for a bit, I find Horace walking around the statue of the zebra. He looks up at me and smiles sweetly, something I automatically return. "Don't worry, I'm putting extra vanilla in the pie. You don't need to ask me to do that." I smirk and put my hand on my hip. He laughs a little and says "Good, but that's not why I wanted to talk with you. I wanted to ask you if you'll sit by me when I show my dreams?" He asks me while a hopeful look on his face. "Of course, I'll always sit with you, as long as you want me to, that is." I say while nudging him with my shoulder. "Well, it just seems like recently you've been spending so much time with Millard. He helps you to cook, pick fruits, clean, and a lot of other things." He says with a hint of sadness. "Okay, he doesn't help me cook, he taste tests it. He doesn't help me pick fruits, he eats the fruit out of my bag. He helps me clean because then I let him 'help' me with the food. He does nothing that helps me." I said while smiling. "Oh.." he says while starting to smile. "Yeah, well, I have to get back to making dinner! See you in a bit!" I say while giving him a quick hug and running into the house.

"His jacket is so soft..."

Word Count : 880

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