Enolive: YOU and ME

Beauty and the Bees

Enoch's POV

It was 6:30 in the morning when I decided to get dress and head downstairs. In daily routine I quite know that Olive was up by now. Like she always do.

I found her sitting under the tree busy reading a book. Another book she borrow from Don Stromae. I thought. I sat next to her. "Good Morning Olive" I greeted happily. "Morning" she greeted back not meeting my eyes. Still stuck in reading. "How's you're sleep?" I asked. "Okay" she said still busy. I really don't like it when she's busy with something. I quite like having her attention.

I grab her book on purpose. "Hey!" She said shockingly, and finally meeting me in the eye. "Hey!" I mimic. She look at me, then try to reach the book that I raise. One advantage that I have, is that I'm taller than her. "Give me back my book!" She said grumpily. "Give me back my book!" I mock, trying to copy the way she talk.

She narrowed her brows and pout a little. "Fine" she finally give up.
She sat down back under the tree. And cross her arms in frustration. I giggle to her childish attitude. "What do you want?" She asked annoyed. I lowered my hand and handed her back her book. She immediately gets it and put it down next to her. "Nothing in particular" I answered. I slowly sat down next to her and rested my head on her shoulder.

"So, you basically interrupted my perused reading of a beautiful book... For nothing in PARTICULAR!" she said brusquely. "Yes" I said blankly. I look at her face and found her very ticked. "Why were you so mad?" I asked holding her face with both of my hands. "Don't you like me to interrupt you?" I asked sweetly. She smiled and said. "Depends" " 'vat you mean?" I asked. "It depends to who interrupt me" she stated.

I smiled. "So I guess its OK wi'v you to be interrupted by me" I smirk. "A little" she answer deadpan. "You know what, I'm hungry. So you better cook me somefing" I commanded changing the topic. I stand up and handed her my hand she gets it and we head inside. We head to the kitchen. "Now cook me somefing" I commanded crossing my arms to my chest while leaning on the door.

"So what does my coldblooded boy wants to eat?" She asked. Checking in the fridge. I don't like the sound coldblooded, although it fits me. "Anything my hot girl cook" I said emphasizing the word hot. She look at me and went red. "I mean hot in the inside" I said. I can see the frustration behind that smile. "Maybe I'll cook the classic" she stated. "Waffles" as she stated that word my mouth starts to water up. She really knew my favorite.

She started making the waffles as I waited for her to finish I grab the book she was reading and red it. Well this book contain of shitty things. Romance. Eww. Why do girls like to read this? Romance thing is so predictable. Like the girl meets the guy, and they slowly falls in love with each other until something bad happens and at the end they fix it and live happily ever after. So predictable. I sigh in frustration.

"Waffles is serve" Olive put down the waffles of mine. With my favorite syrup. I grab the knife and fork and slowly slice it down and eats it. The taste was so jaw dropping. It taste like heavens. It makes my knees numb. It taste so good. "How's it taste?" She asked excitedly. "Its good" I said deadpan. She just gave me a smile and sat beside me.

Not long after the others went down. As soon as they came down noises filled the house. "Meet me at the garden later Fi" Hugh whispered to Fiona. I don't know what there up to but I had a feeling I should see that. I grab Olive's hands and pull her towards my room. "Are we making another doll? For the afternoon fight?" She asked.  "Yes" I answered. I open the cabinet beside my bed and grab the things we need to use.

I put it down my table as I waited for Olive. "Here's your hearts Enoch" she gently put the jar of hearts down my table. "Take care of my heart,doll" I said making her red as a tomato.