Authors Note: This one's quite short, but the next one is going to be substantially longer! Yay!
P.S. The lines in italic are the thoughts of whoever's Point of view I'm in.
R&R please!
Enjolras opened his eyes.
Was it just him, or did the ceiling look a little fuzzier then usual?
He rolled out of bed and looked at the clock.
Shit! I'm late already!
He got up, stumbled, feeling slightly woozy, and started getting dressed.
There was a noise from the kitchen, which made him jump.
Grantaire can't be up yet?
Enjolras shuffled into the kitchen ten minutes later, carrying a pile of textbooks.
"What happened? Who died?"
Grantaire turned around "Honestly Enjolras, can't a guy make coffee?"
Enjolras laughed "Sure, but before midday?" he stopped, feeling a twinge of pain in his head.
Damn, I need a paracetamol
Grantaire stuck a mug in front of him "Here, you don't look too awake"
Enjolras took the cup apprehensively "Thanks? Anyway, why are you up so early?"
He shrugged "No reason. Are you sure you're ok to go in today?"
Why the hell is he so worried about me all of a sudden?
"Of course! I have 3 lectures on classical history that I really can't miss"
He shoved his books into his shoulder bag, downed his coffee and made for the door.
"Hey, wait up!" Grantaire shouted, running into the living room.
"What? Don't tell me I need a jacket?"
Grantaire grabbed his bag from where it'd been unceremoniously dumped many days previously.
"I'm coming too"
Now Enjolras was completely nonplussed.
Ok, something is going on, or I'm going insane.
"You're actually going to go to class?"
Grantaire smiled "You look tired, I'll drive!"
Am I dreaming?