*Notes: I'm giving my hand at a Les Mis fanfic.*
As I'm jogging thru our sea-side city a sharp pain kicks my stomach. I double over and grab at my center hoping to rub the pain away. Deep Breaths, deep breaths. The pain goes away and I realize I'm sitting on the ground. It's not like anyone is up this early to wonder what I'm doing on the sidewalk. Standing myself up I look around and start walking back to my apartment.
I walk passed a handful of little shops and dinners, not stopping at any except for a donut shop. A shorter Asian greets me when I walk up to the counter.
"Hello what can I get for you?" Her accent is weak and I'm somewhat disappointed.
"Hey, I need one bear claw, three pigs in a blanket and three glazed." She nods and slips on plastic gloves putting the three items into separate bags. Once she was done I paid three dollars and sixth-four cents, begin my trip to my best friend Grantaire's house.
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It only took three blocks and five flights of stairs to reach my destination. I run my hand over the top of the door frame and find a key, sighing I unlock the door and make my way inside the flat. Flipping the switch on I see a poorly decorated living room with a couch and coffee table. It doesn't smell like straight up vomit or alcohol so I allow myself to smile.
The kitchen has hardly any food in it, besides a couple bags of Ramen, Cocoa Pebbles, milk and something that looks like mayo and relish in a jar I check the cabinet for coffee (which will always be in here.) Setting some to brew in a coffee maker, I took my hoodie on the counter and walk down the hall where a certain someone was sound asleep.
His light snores let me know he was in the darkened room, guiding myself to the other side of the room by memory I flipped on a lamp. Dark curls were peaking out of his covers, sitting on the corner of his bed I kick off my shoes and pull the covers up to make sure he had clothes on. (Boxers and a paint stained shirt.) He mumbled in his sleep 'Too cold.'
"I know it's too cold that's why I'm cuddling with you silly," I snuggle in closer to his body, letting my cold feet find his legs for warmth.
"Eponine?" he opens his eyes more, squinting at the light from the lamp. "Your feet are too damn cold!"
"You have to get up anyway," I giggle.
"Its six o'clock in the morning, crazy." He rolled away from me and I inched closer in response.
"Would a crazy person bring you a bear claw and coffee?" I tease wrapping my arms around him.
"You only brought me the bear claw!" He exclaimed when I started tickling him. "Used-stop that- my coffee!" He leaped out of the queen sized bed and stumbled to his closet. "I swear you're going to be the death of me."
"Then don't eat your bear claw," I mutter.
"I love you," he calls over his shoulder as he walks out of the room.
"I know," following him into the kitchen he pulls two mugs out of the cabinet, a black mug with I Heart Art and another one with my on the side of it giving two thumbs up and a smile. "I was starting to wonder what you did with that cup,"
"I eat my ramen out of it," he poured a cup with the finished coffee. "So I can say 'I ate you out'," He winked.
"And how many people believe you?"
"Enh, I had Marius and Joly going for a while,"
"This is why people don't invite you everywhere they go," I tease.
"I know," he takes a sip. "I accept it."
"Alright, well I need to get back to Gavroche, you coming with?"
"Yes, because you'll tickle me if I don't,"
*I'm not giving up on my other thingy I need inspiration and I've been listen to Les Mis for four days straight now and I need to do this. Go look at my Tumblr when you're done with this. I have nothing better to do sorry (SavvyFine)*