AN: This one-shot is for @Gaby_the_Bookworm I hope you enjoy it!

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The day started as it does every other September 3, 1940. Boring.  But later on that day, Miss Peregrine called the older kids to an "emergency meeting". She said that she was sending us out to check on the house outside the loop. Me, Enoch, Millard, Emma, and Bronwyn. We walked outside and through the loop entrance. It was raining. Great. Millard stayed back at the entrance, since rain would make him visible. The rest of us trudged through the cold rain to the old house. Once we got to the house, we looked around inside. Then there was a loud crash. We all backed toward the dining room. A few minutes later, a tall boy who looked a bit like Abe, bounded after whatever fell through the floor.

"Hey!" Enoch whispered "that bastard's headed to the basement.... my basement! With all my hearts picklin' down there!" He got up and ran toward the hole.

"ENOCH!" Emma whisper-yelled after him, then she followed too. Soon everyone was peering through the gaping hole in the floor.

"I can't see a thing!" I said, and in an instant Emma's hands were aflame. The eerie fire light illuminated the room bellow us. The cause of the hole was Abe's trunk of pictures and letters. It's contents now lay on the dirty floor of the basement.

"Ew!" Bronwyn said "don't you ever clean up in there?!?"

"This house has been bombed. That's not my doin'" Enoch replied.

"The bomb didn't even hit over here!"

"Shush you two!" Emma said "someone's coming" and if on cue, the boy appeared and he began going through pictures. He looked up when he noticed the light. And he looked similar to Abe. Sickly similar.

"HEY!" He called, as if we were miles away from him. And we would be soon. Emma put out the flame in her hands and got up we all followed. But the boy came after us.

"Run!" Emma hissed. And run we did. But I was slow. And the boy was gaining. I looked to Bronwyn. She gave me a slight, approving nod and I quickly switched to my wolf form. Much better. I caught up to the group quickly.

"WAIT! I JUST WANT TO TALK TO YOU!" Said the boy.

"You guys head to the loop. I'll lose him the long way." And with that, Emma was sprinting in the opposite direction, the boy following close behind.

Once we arrived at the loop entrance, we dashed through.

"I'm going to make sure Emma comes" Millard called after us. So we ran back to the house. Halfway there, I went back to my human form, and we walked back to the house.

Thirty minutes later, Emma and Millard haven't returned. But Miss P said to leave them, they'd be back. And she was right. Fifteen minutes later Millard and Emma arrived with the boy... wait, I didn't think normals could cross through loops..... unless he was a wight. Millard stood guard by the boy, who I found out his name was Jacob. While Emma and Miss P talked. It was boring, so I went outside to see what everyone else was up to. I ran into Bronwyn and Enoch fighting.

"What's the problem?" I asked

"Nothin' you need to worry about Y/N" Enoch said.

"We're talkin' 'bout who the new kid is. I think he's a new peculiar but this idiot is sayin' he's a wight." Bronwyn says.

"I hope he's a new peculiar, he's kinda cute." I said.

"No he ain't." Enoch snapped.

"Yeah, he is. And the word is no he isn't. Ain't is not a word." I correct him

"Whatever nerd. I'll say what I want. Ain't. Ain't. Ain't." Enoch. So... annoying. But also cute. Cuter than Jacob.... that's his name right? But it doesn't matter. Enoch's too closed up for a girlfriend.

Later that night at dinner, we found out he was NOT a wight. Bronwyn shot a 'haha told you so look and Enoch flipped her off. Then Miss P yelled at both of them. And he's Abe's grandson. That's probably why he looked so much like Abe. That night at dinner while everyone was showering Jacob questions about Abe, Enoch was watching me.

"Boo." I mouth to him. He looks away, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks. Weird.

"Do mind if I ask how old you all are?" Jacob says.

"I'm 83." Said Horace.

"I'll be 75 and a half next week!" replied Olive.

"I'm either 117 or 118, I lived in another loop before this one." Said Enoch.

"I'm nearly 87." Said Millard, with his mouth full of goose drippings, and as he spoke a half-chewed mass quavered in his invisible jaw for all to see. (AN See what I did there???) We all looked away, the younger ones covered their eyes.

Later on that night, we were talking with Jacob. The present is quite interesting, with all the neat gadgets they have. Eventually every one wandered off, but I was still in a deep conversation with Jacob about his life in 2017.
(AN I know that's not the year in the book but, oh well) And even though I didn't mention it, someone was outside the door listening. After another hour it was time for Emma to take Jacob back to the present. I gave him a hug, and said goodbye.

After he left I walked back to my room. And to my surprise, Enoch was sitting on my bed.

"Hey Enoch.... what are you doing in here?" I ask nervously.

"That boys trouble." He says.

"Jacob? He's actually reall-"

"I don't care how nice he is, I don't want you talkin' to him!"

"Why not?" Enoch was acting strange... even for Enoch.

"Cause I said so okay!"

"That's not a reason."

"It is now!" Enoch snapped.

"What is your problem? I was just talking to the kid! Can't I get to know him?" I was mad. Why can't I talk to him?!?!?!

"No."

"WHY?!?!?!?" I shouted.

"Cause I like you damn it! I don't need that kid dating you and shit!" He said.

"You.... like me?" You asked. Who knew Enoch liked anyone!

"Isn't that what I said?!?" He responded.

"Well it's a good thing I like you too." I replied. He just sat there.

"......really?" He said smiling. Also something new.

"Isn't that what I said?!?"

"Hey! Only I quote myself." He said. I laughed and sat next to him. "This whole people thing is gonna take some getting use to though..."

"For you, yes" I said hugging him. He tenses up but hugged back. This was definitely something he needed to get use to.

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I hope it was good. This is the first Enoch one shot I've EVER done. So let me know if it was good!

Very Peculiarly Yours,
Mrs. Nullings