Summary: Based on the movie 50 first dates. Grantaire is a care free worthless man who's doing nothing with his life. One day, Grantaire meets a fascinating man named Enjolras. He soon learns that Enjolras has a type of memory loss which makes him relive the same day over and over again. Despite his memory loss, Grantaire still makes it his goal to win Enjolras's heart, even if he won't remember it the next morning.
Ok, I haven't finished my other two stories yet, but I will I promise. I PROMISE!
"Let me guess, another one night stand?" Courfeyrac asked with a raised eyebrow. Courfeyrac and Grantaire sat in the usual bar drinking a beer each.
"Do you really need to ask?" Grantaire smirked and took a gulp of his beer.
Courfeyrac shook his head, "You need to get yourself a life mate. I mean that in the nicest way possible."
Grantaire chuckled, "Thanks."
"I'm serious bro. You're just doing the same thing over and over again. You go out, get someone drunk, have sex with them and then run away. It's pretty sad."
Grantaire shrugged, "Then I guess I'm just a low life, and I'm proud to be one."
Courfeyrac rolled his eyes, "You're sick man."
"Oh, like you've never had a one night stand."
"Once is fine, but every night you get someone new. Don't you think it's time for a change Grantaire? Don't you want to fall in love for real?"
Grantaire smirked, "Love is pointless my friend. Love is an unnecessary emotion." Grantaire glanced at the old wooden clock that hung on the bar wall and smiled, "Hey dude I gotta go."
Courfeyrac crossed his arms, "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
Grantaire jumped up and started walking out the door. Courfeyrac followed him, "I'm taking a road trip my friend. Like you said, it's time for a change."
Grantaire walked over to his scratched up red truck and unlocked it, "So, by that you mean you're going to go find cheap sex in a motel or something."
Grantaire put his hand to his chest in mock-offence, "Wow, hurtful. Actually I was going to go down there to buy waffles, but no, you just had to assume the worst didn't you." Grantaire jumped into his truck and started it up. Five seconds later Courfeyrac jumped in through the other door. Grantaire raised an eyebrow, "Um…"
"If you're really going to get waffles, then you won't mind me tagging along."
Grantaire shook his head and laughed, "Fine…fine."
Xxx
(One hour later)
"Dude, we're out of gas." Grantaire said. They'd skid off to the side of the road. Courfeyrac rolled his eyes, "Hey look." Grantaire pointed over to the tiny little waffle house that sat by the side of the road. Courfeyrac laughed, "See, I told you I was going to get waffles."
"Dude, you go ask the owner if they know any nearby gas stations." Courfeyrac said. Grantaire saluted and jumped out of the car. He sighed and walked up to the waffle place.
He walked through the front door. It was pretty busy for a tiny shop. The servers rushed around serving fresh waffles and coffee to all the starving customers. Grantaire walked up to the counter and caught the attention of the woman serving, "Oh, hey there. May I help you?"
Grantaire smiled, "Do you know where the nearest gas station is?"
The woman furrowed her eyebrows, "Uh, I think there's one just down the road actually. I can show you on the map, let me just get it from the back." The woman disappeared into the back room. Grantaire took a moment to look around the place. The waffles must be pretty good considering people came all the way out here to get them. Most of the people sitting around the place were happy and had smiley faces, eating away at their waffles. But there was one person that wasn't smiling. In fact, he wasn't even eating. He was reading an old book about the works of Shakespeare. He twiddled around with a toothpick with the hand that wasn't holding the book. He had ice cold blue eyes that almost caught Grantaire breathless. The setting sun from the window made the man's blonde hair look as though it was glowing. Grantaire couldn't help but stare. The woman came back with a map, "Alright, here you go. I've marked down the nearest gas station already." She said with a kind smile.
Grantaire turned back to the woman and smiled, "Thanks," He read her name badge, "Cosette."
Cosette smiled, "Any time."
Grantaire folded up the map and put it in his pocket. He quickly glanced out the window and saw Courfeyrac waiting in the truck. Grantaire sighed and decided to go over to the blond. He walked over to the table by the window that he was sitting at. He smiled at him, "Hey."
The blonde glanced up, "Hey."
"What you reading?"
The blonde smirked, "Just a book my friend recommended me. To be honest, it sucks like hell."
Grantaire smirked, "Guessing you're not a fan of Shakespeare."
The boy chuckled, "No, not exactly."
Grantaire smiled, "Mind if I join you?"
"Be my guest." The boy said. Grantaire sat down opposite the blonde, "So, you're one of those people who talks to random strangers."
"Well, not exactly random." Grantaire said, "I talk to people I'm attracted to."
The blonde raised an eyebrow, "Are you trying to flirt with me?"
Grantaire blushed a little, "Yeah, and apparently I'm not doing a very good job."
The boy laughed, "You're funny. I'm Enjolras by the way."
"I'm Grantaire." Grantaire tilted his head to the side and smirked.
Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"You look like Apollo."
Enjolras crossed his arms, "You mean as in the Greek god?"
"Yep, and I mean that as a compliment."
Enjolras smiled, revealing a row of white teeth, "Well, that's the first time I've ever been compared to a god."
"Really? I'm surprised."
Suddenly a loud honking noise was heard from Grantaire's van. Courfeyrac was banging on the horn. Grantaire rolled his eyes, "I gotta go."
"Can I have your number?" Enjolras asked.
Grantaire thought about it and then said, "Sure." Enjolras handed him a pen and Grantaire scribbled it down on Enjolras's hand."
"I'll call you." He said with a cute smile. Grantaire smirked and walked out of the waffle house. Courfeyrac jumped out of the van.
"What the hell took you so long?"
Grantaire shrugged, "Nothing."
Xxx
Enjolras was on his way back home in his car. He lived with his all-time best friends Combeferre and Jehan. Combeferre and Jehan had both been there when Enjolras had been in the car accident. Ever since the accident Enjolras can only remember the same day over and over again. Every day he'd forget what happened the day before and live the same day over.
To save Enjolras the pain of having to hear about the accident every day, Combeferre and Jehan just go with it. They live the same day over and over again with Enjolras. It gets stressful, but it just has to be done for his sake.
Enjolras walked through the front door and threw his keys onto the table top. Combeferre came down from upstairs, "Hey E."
"Hey 'Ferre." Enjolras said, taking his coat off.
"How was your day?" He asked, walking over to him.
"Alright. I met this really interesting guy at the waffle house." Enjolras said with a half-smile, "He seemed sweet. I'm gonna give him a call tomorrow."
Combeferre raised an eyebrow, "Oh, alright then. Is that his number on your hand?" Combeferre asked, pointing at the ink on Enjolras's hand. Enjolras nodded, "Why don't you write that down and wash that ink off your hand."
Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "Why?"
"It's bad for your skin." Combeferre said simply.
Enjolras shrugged, "Ok then…" Enjolras walked up stairs.
Combeferre sighed. Jehan then walked into the hall, "Enjolras back?" He asked.
"Yeah. He got a guy's number at the waffle house. Don't worry, I already told him to wash it off his hand. I'll throw the number away before he wakes up tomorrow."
"Feel kind of bad for the guy." Jehan said.
Xxx
The next day
Grantaire was having a drink with Courfeyrac and Joly. Grantaire had his phone sitting on the table top. He just sat at the bar and stared at it with his chin resting on the bar top. He was just waiting for it to ring, "Grantaire, what are you doing?" Joly asked.
"I'm expecting a call." Grantaire said, tapping his fingers on the bar top.
"From who?" Courfeyrac asked.
"A guy I met at the waffle house yesterday. He said he'd call but he hasn't yet."
"Dude, why do you care?" Courfeyrac said, "You'll probably just sleep with the guy and ditch anyway."
"This guy's different. He's practically a god." Grantaire said. He sighed. After another few silent moments of staring at his phone, he stood up and said, "I'm going back to that waffle place."
"Um…why?" Courfeyrac asked.
"He might be there, I've got to check." Grantaire jumped up and ran to his truck.
"Wow, this is the first time I've seen Grantaire so desperate." Joly said.
Courfeyrac shrugged, "Maybe this guy really is for Grantaire."
"Well, there's someone for everyone right?"
Xxx
Grantaire arrived at the waffle house around the same time he arrived yesterday. He jumped out of his van and ran up to the door. As soon as he walked through he saw Enjolras sitting at the same table he sat at yesterday, reading the same book and once again fiddling with a toothpick. Grantaire sighed and walked up to him and said, "Hey."
Enjolras looked up, "Hey."
"You didn't call me." Grantaire said. Enjolras seemed confused. Grantaire sighed, "Was it something I said?"
"Do I know you?"
Grantaire froze. "Wait, you don't remember me?"
Enjolras shook his head, "Sorry."
"But we saw each other yesterday."
"No, sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else." Enjolras said awkwardly.
Grantaire sighed, "Great." He started to walk away from Enjolras. Enjolras still had the confused expression on his face.
Cosette seemed to notice Grantaire. She walked over just before he left the waffle house, "Hey." She said grabbing Grantaire's arm, "You talked to Enjolras yesterday didn't you?"
Grantaire rolled his eyes, "Yes, and he completely blanked me just now."
"That's because he genuinely doesn't remember you." Cosette explained. Grantaire furrowed his eyebrows, "Look, about a year ago, Enjolras and his friend Combeferre were in a car accident. Combeferre survived, but sadly, Enjolras suffered serious trauma to the head. He now has Goldfield Syndrome which is a type of anterograde amnesia. He wakes up every morning thinking it is Sunday, October 13, the day of his accident."
Grantaire glanced back over to Enjolras who was flipping through the same book as yesterday, "I…"
"I suggest you leave, before you get too involved in this." Cosette said, "Sorry."
Grantaire sighed.
Xxx
That evening
Enjolras came home and threw his keys on the table top, as usual and took his coat off. Combeferre and Jehan walked over, "Hey E. How was your day."
"Actually, it was kind of weird. I saw this guy at the waffle shop. He said that I met him like yesterday or something, but I was with you and Jehan yesterday." Jehan and Combeferre looked at each other.
"Well… obviously just some lunatic. Probably hasn't got a clue what he's saying." Jehan said.
Enjolras sighed, "Alright. I believe you." Enjolras walked up the stairs to take a shower.
Combeferre sighed, "It must have been that guy that gave Enjolras his number."
Jehan shook his head, "Well, odds are we'll never hear of him again right?"
But they were wrong. They were so wrong…
Xxx
To be continued
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