Enoch hated it when the power went out. It hadn't happened in a few months, so it sort of surprised him when his small reading light cut off. He glanced over at his phone, and sure enough, it wasn't charging anymore. So he snapped his notebook closed and got out of bed, going over to the closet.
He grabbed the scented candles he had stolen from Horace months ago and went down to the kitchen, but not before grabbing his lighter on the way out of the room he shared with Claire, Olive and Horace (when he got sick of the closet, of course).
Soon he sat at the kitchen counter, all five of the candles lit and burning, filling the room with mixed scents. He stared at his notebook, which he had steadily filled with writing and sketches, and then scowled when he turned to the last page.
He sharpened his pencil for the twelfth time and continued to write, while wondering if it was too late to go to the store and get another notebook, before realizing that the power would be out there, too. Halfway down the page, however, he heard a noise. His eyes widened and he froze, waiting to hear it again.
It was footsteps. Someone was walking through the house, towards the kitchen. Then it occurred to him that maybe it was Hugh, or even Jacob, because he knew that whoever it was certainly wasn't a girl, and besides, Emma, Bronwyn, and even Miss Peregrine didn't stay up this late.
It certainly wasn't Olive or Claire, because Claire usually skipped everywhere, and Olive's shoes were way too heavy so she wouldn't bother wearing them and would crawl along the ceiling like a spider.
But he shooed those thoughts away. Every impulse of his body told him it was a burglar. He turned around and watched the doorway, waiting for someone to come through. And someone did.
It was Horace. Enoch scowled at his boyfriend, blushing. "I thought you were a damn robber!!" He hissed, gripping the edge of the counter. Horace laughed. "Of course you did. You're too paranoid!! Calm down for once!" He said, coming to sit on a stool beside Enoch.
"You do realize who you're talking to, right?" Enoch turned back to his notebook. "Ah, yes... my chemically imbalanced romance is— are those my candles??" Horace spoke in a grand voice, until he noticed the candles on the counter.
Yes. imma leave it here. But you guys will probably get another update later, from my friend. She'll either continue this or do it from Horace's POV, idk.
