A loud and sudden clang outside his window woke Enjolras with a start. As he peeled the piece of paper of his cheek, he realized that, once again, he had fallen asleep while working at his desk. He rubbed his aching neck and back; twisting and bending in an attempt to stretch out his cramped muscles. He was going to develop a serious spinal problem if he kept doing this. But he had to much work to do to worry about a simple posture problem. He glanced at his clock, 6am . . . great.
Another bang echoed up from the alley below. Enjolras stumbled out of his desk chair and yawned as he walked to his second story window. He looked down to see a pair of legs and shoeless feet sticking out of a metal garbage can with about four others tipped over on the ground around it.
"Are you okay?", Enjolras yelled. The only reply was a long moan that reverberated around the metal can before floating up to enjolras' window. Enjolras waved a hand absentmindedly toward the window and turned away, Who cares; The guy's a drunk. Let him sleep off his hangover in the gutter. Enjolras' mind drifted back to more pressing matters as he wandered toward the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. Damn, we're almost out. They ran out of coffee a lot since Enjolras practically absorbed the stuff. He'd have to mention it to Jehan (his roommate) since he insisted on doing all the shopping. "If I left it up to you, all you would buy is coffee and protein bars!", he had once said; and Enjolras had to agree. As a very opinionated law student he was too busy for making complex meals. Anything quick and easy that would keep his energy up was good.
He was about to go back and continue his work from the night before when the sounds of singing came to him from out in the main corridor. "51 I love you! I would drink barrels of it! Till I fall on the ground! Under coconut trees!". Enjolras grinned as he recognized the classic french drinking song, then let out a small chuckle as the next verse was preceded by a loud belch. Sounds like someone has some fun last night!
To his surprise, the singing stopped and was replaced by a knock at the door. Confused, Enjolras walked to the door and opened it to the sight of a very disheveled looking, smelly, and shoeless man. The man in front of him blinked a couple of times, pointed a shaky finger at Enjolras as though he were about to make an important point, and then proceeded to pass out at Enjolras' feet.
The strange man woke up to the sunlight streaming in a window across the room. When his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up and jumped a little. There was a man standing over him, arms crossed with a look on his face that looked like a mixture of confusion, anger, and amusement. To the man laying on the couch, the other looked like an ancient god. The light from the window shown through his blonde curls and made them glow like liquid gold. His red, half buttoned shirt did nothing to hide the beauty of the figure's physique; the lean, tall body was perfectly muscular in just the right places. And his face, he got a little light headed just looking at it, The beautiful blue eyes so deep you could lose yourself in them. They were like an ocean that was stormy and strong, yet soft and majestic at the same time. Then there were the perfect cheek bones that must have been sculpted by an angel, that let down to the most beautiful lips had ever seen. So soft and pink, Just yearning for someone's touch.
He collected himself and managed to greet the beautiful man. "Hey Apollo", he said with a sideways grin.
