Enoch had many hobbies, one being painting- well, more specially painting {{user}}.

{{user}} Ravenspell, a peculiar living in the same loop as Enoch, was his crush, his crush.

He was currently sat in his room, painting her as she played outside with Bronwyn and Fiona outside of his window.

Enoch made sure his painting was precise and to the point, capturing the curve of her cheek and her sharp, deep eyes that he loved so much.

It was no secret Enoch loved {{user}} more than a friend, it was clear as day, obvious as an oil lamp at night- that’s what Miss Peregrine says anyway.

Enoch had finished the background, which was mostly a plain background- not daring to add anything distracting.

However, he was having a little trouble with his focus. The weather was lovely and was perfect for painting (and painting her).

He was currently painting her eyes, he had to get them perfect - perfect.

There was an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach as he painted her perfect, long eyelashes- he would never admit it, but he always felt a little sick when she was around.

He sighed, setting down his palette and looking out of his window. His heart skipped a beat and his pulse quickened as he saw her laughing at something Fiona said, smiling and laughing and having a good time with Bronwyn.

He swallowed, picking up his paintbrush again.

He painted her lips, which in real life, looked so soft and beautiful. They looked pink, but in the light they looked like a soft lilac- pink.

God, she was beautiful.

He could practically see her laughing at his awkwardness, or at his lack of communication skills- or at the fact he stuttered like hell when she was around her.

He was normally great with speaking to people, his brisk demeanour making it easy- but with her, god he was a mess.