So, yeah. I don't really know what happened. I just got an idea and decided to write it. It's shitty, I know, but I don't really give a fuck. By the way, has anyone heard or seen the video to Story Of My Life? I'm currently obsessed with it, I just love it so much, it's perfect.
So anyway. Here's the story.
Ciara x
Grantaire wandered into his local bar, ready to get drunk and ease the pain of life away. He had a completely shit day, and what he really needed to do was try and forget about life; forget about everything.
He sat down at the bar, ordered a drink and tried to forget about the curly-haired blonde boy who was so often possessing his thoughts. He wished he'd never met him, he wished he'd just turned around the moment he saw him, but there was something about Enjolras that entranced you, pulled you in. Well, it had pulled Grantaire in anyway, that was for sure.
The barman gave him his drink, and he took a long swig from the bottle, not bothering to use the glass the barman had provided. Who needed a glass when your only friend was the bottle?
"Sucks, doesn't it?" A voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw Éponine, or Marius' shadow as most of the boys called her. He had never spoken to her before, and he was surprised she even knew who he was. She never looked at anything other than Pontmercy. Quite frankly, he wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, let alone someone who could easily tell his 'friends' about this. But he pitied the girl, and she was just standing there.
"What?" He replied, trying to not sound too snappy.
"Loving someone who doesn't love you back. Giving them everything and them still being completely oblivious to it."
Grantaire scoffed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yeah, you do. It isn't hard to tell you love him." She said knowingly.
Grantaire suddenly became quite angry. Maybe it was the fact that he was already nearly finished the bottle of Vodka, or maybe he was jut pissed that someone had figured him out. He wasn't that obvious, was he? Surely he wasn't as bad as Éponine, who followed Marius everywhere like a homeless puppy, hoping for someone to give it scraps of food.
"You don't know anything. Go away." He hissed. Even though he was literally admitting to everything she had claimed, he didn't care; she knew anyway, she had said him, she knew he was gay.
Éponine stood up to leave. "Suit yourself." She muttered and walked away, leaving Grantaire feeling slightly guilty.
"Éponine, wait," he said, knowing he would regret it later.
"What?" She snapped, she was nearly out the door.
"Drink with me,"
So, what did you think? I know it's unbelievably short, and kinda shitty (I wrote it at 2 in the morning so what do you expect?) but I don't know, I kinda like it. Oh yeah, this is just a tiny one shot so I won't be carrying it on, unless like you really want me to, which you probably won't. Review, please!
Ciara x
