Hey guys! Me again, and this is just another chapter. The title is based on a line from 'Hallelujah' by 'Panic! At the Disco'. Also, the dinner scene may be incorrect, sorry! I had to add fluff later on, if you must know. Anyways, review away! (Wee bit of cursing, but not much) Enjoy it!

Honestly, the reason Enoch hated Jake was because of what he did unknowingly. Stole Olive's attention. Those beautiful blue eyes trained on someone besides him. And he hated it.

It was stupid. And he knew it. But let's face it, Enoch O'Connor was a jealous, stupid, possessive ass. And he knew that, too.

What exactly did Enoch know? His mom was dead. He hated Jacob. He hated himself. He was a freak. Olive didn't like him. Victor was dead. Abe was gone. Enoch had no one. He was glad Jake wasn't peculiar. That's what he thought.

. . .

Enoch had to practically fight himself to keep from groaning when Jake entered the dining room. "Hey!" A young boy's voice called from the other end of the table. "Millard, go put on some clothes. Polite persons do not take their supper in the nude." Miss Peregrine told to invisible boy. "Fine!" Millard replied, getting up reluctantly amid gales of laughter.

Enoch nearly lost his mind at Olive's next words. "You can sit...here, Jake." Enoch didn't mean for anyone to see. He only clenched his fist once. Apparently, Horace has very sharp eyesight.

"Look at Enoch! He's jealous." Horace laughed. Enoch slammed a fist on the table and leaned forward. "And why would I be jealous? Olive can go marry Jake for all I care." Wrong choice. Because Enoch really did care.

"Relax, Enoch. She doesn't want to." Fiona said. "Nobody is marrying anybody. Now eat your food before it gets cold." The children sat in silence for a heartbeat. Then Hugh opened his mouth.

"Hugh!"

"Ugh!"

"Where's your net?"

"You've got to stop doing this, Hugh!"

A swarm of bees hung like a black cloud over the table. Hugh reached under the wooden salad and pulled out a beekeepers net.

Ziiip! Whoosh! Idiotic, but you get the point. Hugh seemed to be swallowing the bees.

"Claire, why aren't you eating?" Miss P asked. "She's embarrassed in front of Jake." Hugh replied. Enoch rolled his eyes. Jake was hardly and audience.

"Don't be." Claire smiled the smile that was supposed to be for Enoch. She pulled the chicken leg on her plate to the back of her head and pulled up her hair. A loud, monstrous chomping noise drifted to Enoch's ears.

Miss Peregrine smiled, grabbing a napkin and beginning to wipe the sharp teeth off.

"It must be strange for you, Jake. Meeting your grandfather's friends. Visiting another century." Fiona smirked.

"What's the future like?"

"What sort of flying motorcars do you have?"

"None. Not yet, anyway."

Enoch nearly screamed when Olive began to speak. "Are there spaceships in your time, Jake? Like Flash Gordon books?"

"Children! There's nothing wrong with the good old here and now." Miss Peregrine said, biting a small chicken leg.

"Are you staying with us then, Jake?"

"What, the night?"

Claire opened her mouth. "Forever! You should stay forever!" Enoch felt a pang of jealousy. Typical. "I know you all want a new friend, but I'm sure Jake has plenty of his own back in Florida." Jake nodded gratefully.

Enoch couldn't resist. "And that, my friends, is why Jake will not be staying with us. I mean, why would he when he doesn't have to. He'll leave. Just like his grandfather did."

A beat of silence.

Emma unbuckled herself from the chair. "Emma!" Miss Peregrine screeched. "What's wrong with her?" Millard strode into the room. "That was very rude, Enoch. We all know very well why Abe left us." Hugh raised his arm. "To join the army!"

Bronwyn smiled. "Then he met a lady! And had a nice wedding cake. And a lovely little baby!" Miss Peregrine frowned at Enoch, who was glancing at Olive. Her face was red and she was looking down.

The phone rang in the hallway. "I think...you should all get ready for movie time while I get that." Miss P said. "But you always let us stay for it!" Little Claire argued. Miss Peregrine glared at the children at the table. But Enoch didn't care.

. . .

Olive didn't sit next to him. Maybe the comment he made about her marriage wasn't a great idea. Wasn't like he cared anyways.

. . .

"Will you at least stay for the changeover? It really is quite beautiful." Olive smiled. Enoch groaned. Just what he needed. More Jake.

. . .

"Did you mean it?" Enoch looked up. Olive's blue eyes were glazed over with tears. "Mean what?" Olive sniffed. "About not caring if I married Jake?" Enoch glared at his calloused hands. "Well, if you took it as an insult, I did my job correctly."

Enoch waited a second. A minute. Longer. Olive did say anything. In fact, he looked up in time to see the door swinging shut. He shouldn't have cared. But he did.

. . .

"Olive?" Enoch muttered, knocking softly. "Olive?" Nobody answered. And so Enoch pushed on the door and walked in. Olive's trembling figure was curled up on the bed. "Olive."

Her head shot up. "Huh?" Enoch sat down on the bed. "I'm-uh-I understand that Jake isn't a very appealing guy. What the hell, Enoch. Why can't you just say sorry? Suck up your pride for once. "I'm sorry, Olive." Olive sniffled. He had made her cry? Cry? No wonder nobody loved Enoch.

"S'okay." Olive choked out. "I can't sleep." Enoch sighed. "There once was a little boy, who lived in a kingdom with knights and dragons. His name was Enoch...

. . .

Enoch stood up. Olive had fallen asleep right next to him. Before slipping out the door, he planted a small kiss on the pyromancer's forehead. "Night, Olive." He had to do that. Because nobody loved Enoch O'Connor. Nobody had ever tried.