Warning: Contains pretty boys, texts, some rudeness, fluff and cuteness!
Chapter One: Accidentally
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.
Enjolras reaches out blindly and grabs his phone off the desk, knocking other things off too and cursing as a glass shatters.
He unlocks it and winces as it's bright light illuminates the room and, more precisely, his face.
From: Unknown Number
'Morning.'
He stares at it for a few seconds before replying.
'Who is this?'
He stretches and climbs out of bed, not expecting a response. He reaches into his cupboard, grabbing a few clothes, before he heads to the bathroom to shower.
When he returns, rubbing furiously at his curls in an attempt to dry them, he opens the reply.
'Oops. Soz Enjy. This is R. I meant to text Courf. His name is just below yours.'
Enjolras frowns. He's not sure how Grantaire got his number and isn't sure he likes that idea.
'Courf begins with C...'
'I know but he's called something else on here.'
'What?'
'Fucktard'
Enjolras snorts and nearly drops his phone. He stops smirking abruptly when he remembers this is Grantaire he's texting. The cynical drunkard who he can't be in the same room with without arguing at least once… or twice.
'Anyway, sorry if I woke you, Almighty Apollo. I'll see you around.'
Enjolras stares at his phone screen but can't think of a reply. He's stumped, not that he'd admit it. He wants to text back saying he's not called Apollo but his fingers can't seem to fine the right keys.
Instead, he's saved Grantaire's number and, not that he'll tell anyone, there's an 'x' at the end.
Chapter Two: On Purpose
'Morning'
'Texting Fucktard again?'
'Nope. Texting you unless you're secretly a crazy glitter obsessed idiot... Something you're not telling me?'
'Why are you texting me?'
Enjolras waits for the reply, sipping his coffee as adverts play before the news. It's Saturday and he always watches the news on Saturday. Why? Because the paper comes on Thursdays.
'Because then you can't physically yell at me.'
'And I'd like to talk to you for once.'
He's not sure why but that makes Enjolras smile. Maybe it's because it's true or because he feels the same way but he puts his coffee down, swings his feet onto the sofa too and replies.
'I'd like to talk to you too.'
He doesn't know why. If anyone asks, he'd say he hated Grantaire; despised his nasty drinking habits, scorned his cynicism and bitten back every time he could. Yet, here he is and there on his screen is the reply. He'll regret it, he thinks.
There you go. Chapters one and two! Three and four tomorrow if you're lucky!
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Libs ~MusicLoveAndMagic~