While the other children favoured being outside for majority of their time, Olive spent most of her time inside. It wasn't that she didn't like being outside, because she rather enjoyed it. It was because of Enoch. Enoch, in short, was the most moody, depressed, and jealous boy in Miss Peregrine's loop. And Olive needed to keep him happy.

"Olive, will you play with us?" Claire would ask. "Wanna play soccer with us?" Millard would question. "Could you ref? Horace is bad at it." Hugh would inform her. Every time, Olive would tell them she couldn't, maybe another time. And every time, the three would look at her, as if asking what she could possibly be doing that was more important than playing with them.

Enoch didn't pay her much attention, only handed her tools from time to time. But whatever made Enoch happy made her happy. He would stick out his hand, quietly whispering what tool he needed. And with each passing day, it seemed as if Enoch was warming up. Olive was a person of happiness and warmth, so it was a possibility (a good one!) that Enoch O'Connor learned a thing or two from Olive Abraholos Elephanta.

But even people like Olive had down days. Sometimes Olive wish she was normal, but the gift of peculiarity made it impossible. She wished that she could grow up, get married, have children...but there were a number of reasons that wasn't possible. What chance did she have with a normal? Or even finding another peculiar her age? Miss Peregrine's goal to keep them in the loop forever was another problem. So the only (slim) chance she had at all was a peculiar from her loop that was her age. Abe left ages ago, so Emma and Enoch were the only ones she had even a slight chance with. And as Emma had sworn off romance, Enoch was the only one. And Enoch wasn't exactly the sweetest guy.

It wasn't that Olive didn't like him, though she didn't-not romantically, anyway-it was just that Enoch didn't seem to like her. In any way. He didn't act it, that is. In fact, the only one he acted even close to friends with was little Claire. Her and Victor. And he wasn't far from Bronwyn, either. At least she allowed to be anywhere near his workshop at all (she still didn't know why...).

Olive loved rest of the children, of course. But Enoch was the one that she spent most her time with. She may have been close to him, but he wasn't exactly close to her. If makes any sense at all. Actually, let rephrase that. Olive may have loved Enoch with all her heart, but Enoch would still love her the same as everyone else; little to no affection all. And that mattered to Olive. A lot.

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Hi! It's me, and this is my second fic. This should a multi-chapter fic. Please feel free review, I don't bite! Also, critique away! I'm gonna need it. Thank you so much for reading, and I really hope you liked it :). I would have liked it to be longer...but... The next chapter will be a bit like this, but in Enoch's POV. I ship Enolive with a burning passion, by the way. Again, feel free to review! Bye!