Dream Come True {MPH Enorace}

Epilogue

~Horace~

It was finally 3:00 am. I stayed up thinking of what Enoch could possibly want. I walked outside and saw the familiar face of Enoch, fast asleep under the tree.

He's adorable when he's sleeping.

I sat down next to him quietly, trying not to wake him. He stirred but didn't wake. He rolled over so his head was on my shoulder. If anyone saw me right now, I would look like a tomato.

He started to wake up and noticed me.

"You're here!" He said happily, sitting up and not paying any attention to me blushing furiously.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered.

"So, I wanted to ask...what are we? I mean we both like each other.." He started off.

"Oh umm, well, would you...want to be my...boyfriend?" I asked very quietly.

Enoch looked up with an actual SMILE on his face! He then leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back, of course, and it wasn't too long but also not too short, but we had to break apart.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said slightly smirking at his cute little face.

~Enoch~

I can't believe it. Horace Somnusson was now my, Enoch O'Connor's boyfriend. I am freaking out. I've wanted this for so long.

"Want to go back to my room and hang out?" I asked.

I want to give him his own doll that's special.

"Sure."

We walked back in the house quietly, and then went to the basement. I walked over to my desk and started working on a doll.

"Is that for me?" He asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Yeah."

"But I already have one from you. Remember the one you sent the note with? I'm keeping it whether you like it or not." He smiled cheekily.

"Oh, well, this one can be the first one you make." I said as an idea formed in my head.

"What?"

"You'll see. Hand me my knife."

He handed me my knife and every other tool I asked for. Eventually, we finished the doll.

"Perfect," I said, "Go get that jar over there." I pointed to a jar on a shelf that held a mouse heart.

He brought the jar over to me and I took the heart out and placed it carefully in the doll. I then took his hand in mine, making us both blush, and placed his palm on the doll. Since my hand was also on the doll, it came to life.

"It's our doll." I said watching it run around on the table.

"Ours." He replied smiling.

~The End~

A/N When I said this would be a short story, I meant it :D

Thank you all for reading! It means so much to me that people actually like my work!

~Qwack