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Juliet's POV

"M—me?'" I asked.

"Never mind. Forget I said anything." He shook his head.

"Enoch, I—" I got cut off.

"Enoch Ol— Am I interrupting anything?" Jake smirked.

"What? No!" I defended.

"Anyway, Enoch, Olive is looking for you. Something about extra pig hearts?" He chuckled. Enoch only nodded and walked out the door.

"So what were you guys talking about?" Jake asked.

"Um, Dante asked me to move in with him and Miss Avocet." I said.

"He said wha—" I cut him off by outing a hand over his mouth.

"Don't say anything. Please. Only you and Enoch know. I'm planning on telling Emma and Olive, but not the little ones and Miss Peregrine." I said and took a hand off his mouth.

"Okay. Oh, I also came here to ask a favor." He said.

"Shoot." I said.

"Um, how can you tell if someone likes you?" He asked awkwardly.

"Um," I thought about it, then I gasped. "Aw, does wittle Jakey have a crush!?"

"Shh." He hushed me. "And, maybe." He said quietly.

"It's Emma. Isn't it." I smirked.

"How did you— I mean— I don't know what you're talking about." He stuttered.

"You think about her a lot." I snickered.

"Whatever. Can you help me?" He asked.

"Sure. I'll talk to her later." I said.

Later that day, I found Emma talking to Hugh in the garden.

"Hey, Emma. Hey, Hugh." I said as I approached them.

"Hey." They said back.

"Emma, can I talk to you?" I asked. She nodded and Hugh ran off to play with Millard.

"What's up?" She asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thought we should get to know each other more. You know, it's been decades."

"Uh, sure." We walked around the back garden.

"So... there are interesting people in this house..." I said, trying to make conversation.

"I suppose. But it does get boring when you're with the same people for decades." She joked.

"Yeah, there's Fiona, Claire, the Twins, Millard, Horace— which I just found out that he's a *somnambulist." I said, remembering the night I went to use the bathroom and Horace was just standing there.

"Yeah. There's Bronwyn, Enoch, Olive, Jake." She said. Although, her tone changed when she said Jake's name.

"Do you like Jake?" I blurted out.

"What?"

"Do you like Jake?" I repeated.

"Um, as a friend, I guess." She shrugged.

Of course I like Jake! Wait— she could be reading my mind. Never mind. Jake is just a friend.

I looked around, pretending I didn't just read her mind.

"Well, great chat, see you later." I waved and ran into the house. I looked over my shoulder to see if she was following me, but I ended up bumping into something.

"Watch where you're going." I heard a familiar Scottish voice.

"I'm so sorry, Enoch!' I said, getting up. He was about to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Enoch, wait!" I called. He turned around. "I'm going to stay." I said quietly.

Dante's POV

"I'm going to stay." I heard Jule say.

"She can't stay." I muttered. I did the only thing I could do...

Somnambulist: som·nam·bul·ist

an abnormal condition of sleep in which motor acts (as walking) are performed.

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