"Enjolras."

"Hm?" Enjolras hums as he shifts so Grantaire can press closer to him. The cap of the cheap pen lays between Enjolras' chapped lips, the pen which it belongs to gripped loosely in his hand. His tremendous amount of homework and textbooks piled on the coffee table. Dark circles had formed under his eyes and his golden hair is messy and untied, falling tangled around his shoulders.

"You still doing schoolwork?" Grantaire pulls the blankets around him and Enjolras. Grantaire rests his head against Enjolras' shoulder and somehow manages to take a sip of his green tea from his favorite mug that Jehan had painted for him years ago. He brings his boxer clad legs up onto the sofa and tucks the soft blanket around his knees, covering his sun tattoo.

"Of course. I guess my double major and minor are finally catching up to me." Enjolras says, dropping the pen cap into his lap and sighs.

"Seriously? It's a day before Winter Break."

"Schoolwork never sleeps," Enjolras replies and runs his fingers through his bangs. "I haven't been this stressed out since finals last semester. Finals last week weren't that bad, but I can't believe my professors are giving us this much work after testing."

"If you're as stressed out as you are during finals week on a regular day, than this is going to be a problem," Grantaire says, nuzzling against Enjolras' neck.

"It's gonna be a problem, especially if you keep doing stuff like this," Enjolras mutters as Grantaire moves over to straddle Enjolras' knee and suck his neck more thoroughly. "I'm not going to be able to focus, let alone actually accomplish anything," he complains, but tilts his head to catch Grantaire's lips and runs his fingers down the arrow inked onto Grantaire's spine. Grantaire hums in approval and presses Enjolras against the back of the sofa. Enjolras laughs lightly until his mouth is filled with Grantaire's tongue and all he tastes is green tea and the slightest hint of alcohol.

"You were drinking," Enjolras states and pulls away but he and Grantaire are still close enough to touch noses.

Grantaire sighs guiltily. "Yeah, sorry. I've gotten a lot better, it's just... I don't know, it was stupid. I just had a lot of shit to deal with for school and I shouldn't have resorted to alcohol. I'm sorry."

"As long as you don't go back to how bad you were before, it's okay, I guess," Enjolras says, pressing his face into Grantaire's shoulder and breathing in the scent of paint and his deodorant.

"I won't, I promise," Grantaire confirms.

"Great. Now, wanna let me get back to work?"

Grantaire laughs. "Not particularly," he says, resting his face in between Enjolras' neck and shoulder.

"But I have to-"

"Let's go on a vacation," Grantaire decidedly announces.

There is a pause.

"A what?" Enjolras asks, gaping at Grantaire.

"A vacation. Never heard of it?"

"But R! Look at all this stuff I have to do! I can't just jet off to some magical location when I-"

"Shush," Grantaire says holding a finger to his boyfriend's lips and grabbing his phone off of the end table. "Important planning going on here. I'm calling Courf."

"Courfeyrac is coming with us?"

"Yes," Grantaire says with a nod. "And Jehan, and 'Ferre, Eponine, Bahorel, and the whole group basically."

"But I'm sure they all have things to do and places to go for the holidays."

"Enjolras, it's Winter Break and it's vacation with the entire gang. We're not gonna stay until holidays. Who's going to say no?"

Enjolras sighs, giving in and slumping into the sofa. "Fine. But who's gonna take care of everyone?"

"What do you mean?"

"Our friends are pretty much five year old kids trapped in college age bodies."

"True, true," Grantaire says, contemplating. "Well, we got Combeferre. He's our dad. He's everyone's dad on Facebook too."

"We can't just dump all the responsibility on him all the time. He has a life too, especially with Eponine and Gavroche to take care of."

"Enjolras," Grantaire says firmly.

"Yes?"

"I love your mind. Hell, I love every single atom of you, but right now, just stop all the gears in your head and let's go spend some days in sunny Hawaii."

Enjolras raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. "Already decided on Hawaii?"
Grantaire shrugs. "Where else? Now shush, I'm actually calling Courf now."

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I like it like that!

Hey, windows down,

Chillin' with the radio on.

I like it like that!

Damn sun so hot,

Make the girls take it all off.

"Mm, Courf, are you gonna pick that up?" Jehan groans, moving around on top of his boyfriend's bare chest.

I like it like that!
Yeah, one more time, I can never get enough,
Oh, everybody
Sing it right back, I like it like that!

"Ugh, I don't wanna," Courfeyrac mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and holding Jehan's naked body closer. Jehan sighs happily but finally opens his eyes to reach for Courfeyrac's phone and checking the screen.

"It's R."

Courfeyrac moans and takes the phone from the poet, somehow managing to answer the call without being completely awake. "Goddammit R. It's nap-after-amazing-sex time. Why are you fucking calling?" he growls to the phone which he has put on speaker and thrown onto the bed.

"Well, sorry I interrupted your nappy cuddle time. Is baby Courf okay? Or does he need a new diaper?"

"It's okay, R. Courfeyrac is just pissy when he's tired," Jehan tells Grantaire pleasantly while absently tracing the rocket tattooed on the right side of Courfeyrac's tan stomach.

"Hey, Jehan. How are you?"

"Good. So why did you call?"

"We are going on vacation to Hawaii."

"What?!" Courfeyrac exclaims, sitting up while Jehan still clings to his neck. "Awesome! When was this decided?"

"Uh, ten minutes ago when I was sucking on Enjolras' neck." Jehan and Courfeyrac hear the blond revolutionary groan in the background.

"Great. When do we leave?" Courfeyrac asks.

There's a scuffle on the other end and Enjolras' voice replaces Grantaire's. "Hey Courfeyrac, Jehan. I know this sounds wonderful, but don't either of you have work to do?"

Courfeyrac snorts. "Yeah, but it's Winter Break! A tropical vacation with the gang won't hurt."

A triumphant "I told you so" is heard and Courfeyrac and Jehan can practically hear Enjolras roll his eyes.

Grantaire is back on the line. "We leave in three days, on Monday. We already got tickets for the fourteen of us, including the girls and Gav, courtesy of Enjolras' unlimited, parent supplied fund. Which he was scowling about for three minutes."

"Fantastic. We'll get packing. Have you told everyone else yet?"

"Nope. You are the first to know."

"Good to know you have your priorities straight. See ya, R."

"Bye bitch. Bye Jehan."

Courfeyrac's phone beeps in his hand and Grantaire's face disappears from the screen.

"So should we start packing?" Jehan asks, nipping at the side of Courfeyrac's face.

"I think that can wait a little longer," Courfeyrac replies, trailing kisses down the tattooed flowers on Jehan's torso.

Jehan giggles. "I'm sure it can."

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"Hello?" Combeferre answers on the first ring.

"Hi 'Ferre, what's up?"

"Working on some homework at Eponine's since Courf and Jehan were, uh, very energetic," Combeferre tells Grantaire. "I think Eponine's out buying food with Gavroche. Why'd you call?"

"Well, we're going on vacation to Hawaii."

"We? What do you mean by 'we'?"

"I mean, everyone, the whole group."

Combeferre chuckles. "I'd love to, but I have work to do and I really don't have time for a break right now. I'm sure Eponine and Gav would love to though."

"We already bought tickets. No backing out now."

"Huh? Oh, that's kind of you, but I really can't. I-"

"'Ferre. Are you really going to let all of us go across the US alone? On a plane? With no supervision?"

That makes Combeferre pause.

"Exactly. So you're coming. We leave on Monday. Bye, 'Ferre." And Grantaire hangs up before Combeferre can thoroughly process the chaos that is bound to happen on this trip. He sighs and leans back in the swivel chair, letting a smile creep onto his face. Chaos could be fun though, he guesses.

"Are you watching porn? 'Cause I know you won't have that smile on your face when no one's here."

Combeferre turns around to see his girlfriend come in with her little brother, who is holding a giant bag of barbeque chips.

"Should you really be mentioning porn around your twelvea year old brother?"

Eponine shrugs. "I'm sure he already knows what it is, if he doesn't watch it already."

Combeferre groans but stands to peck her on the lips.

"Ugh, this is much worse than porn," Gavroche complains, covering his eyes. "I don't need to see you cramming your tongue down my sis's throat."

"Shut up Gav," Eponine snarls and returns to Combeferre.

"By the way," Combeferre starts, addressing both Thenardiers. "We're going to Hawaii in three days."

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"Cosette, who is it?"

Cosette covers her phone and tells Marius, "It's Grantaire. I'll put him on speaker." Cosette presses a button on her phone and sets it on the table, then returns to baking her cookies. "Grantaire, you're on speaker. Marius is here too."

"Hi," Marius calls from the kitchen table where he's reading a textbook. His head is in his hand as he tries to handle all the work piled in front of him. His dark hair is ruffled from when he ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly.

"Marius! What the hell, dude. I called you, like, ten times before I tried Cosette."

"Oh yeah. I, uh, kinda lost my phone," Marius says sheepishly.

Cosette rolls her eyes and lovingly kisses Marius on his freckly cheek. "He left it in class one day and someone took it," she explains to Grantaire. "Stupid bastards."

"Well, you better find it or get a new one 'cause we're leaving on Monday."

"What?" Marius blurts out. "No! I have so much work. What do you mean, anyway, we're leaving?"

"We, as in the gang, are leaving, as in taking a plane, to Hawaii, as in the state, on Monday."

"Since when?!"

"Since today. We already got tickets and so we are all going to take a relaxing tropical vacation to the Aloha state."

"Sounds great," Cosette says, popping the cookies into the oven and wiping her hands off on her embroidered apron. "We'll get packing. Tell us if you need anything for the trip."

"You're a doll, Cosette. Bye."

"But R, I-" Marius cries but Grantaire had already hung up.

"Cosette!" Marius whines, turning to his girlfriend. "I can't go. I have all this to finish," he says, gesturing to the work on the table. "I don't have time for a tropical vacation!"

"Darling, relax, would you?" Cosette croons, wrapping her arms around Marius' neck and pressing her lips to his nice smelling hair. "It's only going to be a few days. Besides, how chaotic can it be?"

::::

"Babe, are you okay?"

Musichetta runs to the living room where she had heard a loud crash. Living with Bossuet had made her react quickly and immediately to any sort of disturbance.

"Yeah, yeah. Just a flower pot. Uh, sorry about that," Bossuet says, picking up the ceramic pieces off the ground and trying to sweep the soil into a small pile. "I'll buy another one later. Sorry."

Musichetta chuckles and kisses the top of Bossuet's balding head. "It's fine sweetheart. Living with you for a year has gotten me very used to this."

Bossuet laughs and turns to kiss Musichetta. "Is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"Of course. Love you, babe," Musichetta says.

"Yeah, they're here. Just a sec," Joly says turning around the corner. "I'll put you on speaker. Oh my god, Bossuet!"

Joly rushes to his boyfriend's side. "Are you okay? Oh my god, go wash your hands! Do you know how many diseases and germs could be in that soil which is now on your hands?"

"Okay Joly," Bossuet says, pecking him on the cheek.

"Don't forget to sing the ABC's!" Joly calls after him.

"Got it!" Bossuet replies from the bathroom.

"So who's on the phone?" Musichetta asks, pointing to the phone that Joly still held in his hand.

"Oh yeah," Joly says, turning the phone to speaker. "It's Grantaire."

"Oh. Hi Grantaire. How's it going?"

"Hey Musichetta. Joly, did Bossuet break something again?'

"Yup. So what were you going to ask me?" Joly asks.

"Well, it's not really a question. We're going to Hawaii."

"The whole gang?" Musichetta asks.

"Yup. We're leaving on Monday."

"Awesome. I'm excited."

"What?" Joly exclaims. "But it's a tourist trap! DO you know how many pathogens and vectors are going to be there on that tiny, hot, humid island? It's going to be awful."

"Oh, shush darling. It'll be fun!" Musichetta exclaims. "What airline should I get tickets for?"

"Don't worry. Enjolras got it covered."

"And his parents are fine about this?"

"They're fine with him donating to some obscure foundation."

Musichetta grins. "Nice. Well, we'll get packing. See ya."

"See you, Musichetta, Joly," Grantaire says, then hangs up.

"But Musichetta!" Joly cries.

"Sweetie," Musichetta croons. "It's okay. Let's just have a relaxing vacation with our friends, get away from school for a bit."

Joly makes a strangled noise but hums happily when Musichetta kisses him. "Ugh, you know I can't deny you."

Bossuet emerges from the bathroom. "I heard we're going on vacation."

"Yeah. Get packing boys. We're going to Hawaii."

"I'm gonna pack a suitcase of antibacterial products," Joly mutters.

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"R, I'm working three jobs and trying to learn some shit. I can't just leave to go to Hawaii," Feuilly whispers into his phone as he hides in the storage room of the drugstore. "This is kinda a bad time by the way, I'm at work."

"Oh, sorry dude. But, c'mon! It's all paid, courtesy of Enjolras' credit card."

"I'd love to, but I can't exactly leave my jobs for a week."

"Do you not get vacation days?"

"Only at the bookstore. Not at the drugstore or fast food place."

"Seriously? Tell Enjolras and he'll be pissed. He'll get you the days off. He's very persuasive as you know."

Feuilly sighs and checks around the corner for his boss. "Okay, fine. I really, really need a break so get Enjolras down here to get me that fucking vacation."

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"What the hell, I was with a hot girl."

"Sorry. This is important though."

Bahorel groans. "More important than a extremely attractive girl who loves beer as much as I do and can still dance sexily and speak intelligently after consuming a lot of alcohol?"

"... Okay, maybe not. But, still."

"This better be good."

"The whole gang is going on vacation."

"Vacation? Are Enjolras and 'Ferre good with this?"

"Yeah. What? Do you not want to? Enjolras got everything covered so you don't have to spend anything until we get there."

"No, I totally want to go! It's Winter Break, we better do something fun somewhere warm. Where are we going and when do we leave?"

"We're going to the state of half naked single ladies on beaches and fruity alcohol. We're going to Hawaii on Monday, bitch."

"Fuck yes. Tropical vacation sounds fantastic."

"Great. See you later, bastard."

"Bye asshole."

::::

"Is that everyone?" Enjolras asks, chugging his third cup of black coffee and thoroughly reading his textbook.

"Yeah. Courf, Jehan, 'Ponine, 'Ferre, Gav, Bossuet, Joly, 'Chetta, Marius, Cosette, Feuilly and Bahorel," Grantaire lists. "This is gonna be great."

Enjolras snorts. "Yeah, I hope so."

"Are you expecting something to go wrong?"

"Uh, yes. With our group of friends? Gathered together on a small island, in a small hotel for days? Yes, something is going to go wrong."

"That's true. It's okay though. This is going to be a relaxing vacation and we're all gonna have fun," Grantaire tells Enjolras and drapes his arms over Enjolras' shoulders.

Enjolras sighs and turns to kiss Grantaire on the cheek. "I hope so."