Enolive- A peculiar fanfiction

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Olive:
"Children!" Miss Bentham Shouted, "Children get to the kitchen! Now!"

She speaks with urgency, something I have never heard from her.

Once I reach the kitchen I see her face, awe struck, and blood drained. She looked like a dead body.

"Miss Bentham- Alma, what is wrong?" I question.

"I will explain shortly." She whispers.

Enoch grasps my hand, making me jump. I turn to see him also drained.

Before I can say anything Alma starts,

"Children, we have faced a terrible loss."

A single tear falls from her eye.

"A loss not yet in action, however soon to be. I hate to have to say this,"

Her voice cracks.

"Enoch will be leaving us, next week Enoch will be put into another foster home."

I turn to Enoch, I feel my heart collapse.

"No." I am breathing heavy, my heart beating to fast.

"Olive," his eyes are red and puffy, and he looks like he was hit by a bus.

"Olive, We need to talk about this." He musters the sentence.

We leave the room without breaking eye contact, I sit on my bed, as does he.

"Why are you leaving?" I raise by brow trying to break down crying.

"They want to find my permanent home I guess. The psychiatrist says I'm not improving." He looks at his hands,"The decision is finalized next week. I see the psychiatrist tomorrow and I might sway her decision."

I want to speak but no word is the right word.

I lean in and kiss him,

He runs his hand through my hair.

I sit on his lap and put my arms around him.

I feel his heart beat.
I want to always feel his heart beat.

We kiss, for minutes when I pull away.

His eyes look helpless, but god damn, he looks so, hell yes.

I push onto him, I feel a magnificent need to kiss him.

He lays down and I kiss his neck then his mouth again,

"Stop." He whispers.

I pull away.

He is crying.

"God damnit." I whisper shout as the tears stream down my face.

He slowly brings his hand to my face, and he wiped the tears from my eyes, he looks at me and says,

"I love you."

Those words are like music, when he says them I see fireworks and I hear a symphony.

I don't even feel that I can adequately tell him how I feel about him,

Words cannot express how I am feeling.

But I sure as hell know I don't want this feeling to go away.

Its like a drug that I am now addicted to.

He kisses my lips then my neck,

He rips the first button on my shirt.

"Enoch! Olive!" Alma shouts,

Enoch and I jump up faster than a rabbit.
I grab a jacket to put over my shirt and put it on.

"Children, we are going to have dinner out. You are welcome to stay here. But if I learn that anything has happened, I will personally escort you to a three week grounding, with no contact with each other." She glares at the two of us.

"I will go with all of you." I smile and look over at Enoch.

He follows, so I assume that he will go with us.

Enoch and I sit at the back of the renovated school bus.

I hold his hand, his other hand rests on my thigh.

"You can convince her not to make you leave." I whisper talking about the psychiatrist.

"I can try." He looks at me with fear in his eyes.

A/N: this chapter is so short! Im really sorry. I will update ASAP
P.S.
did ya'll get the Hamilton reference?