Note: For you, my sweetheart.

Marius enters the café Musain with an excellent mood. But as he closes the door and turns his head, taking off his sun glasses he nearly receives a heart attack because of Gavroche. The teen appears from nowhere with a gun in his hand and a serious face.

"Wha-where did you get that?" Marius's face is pale, even his freckles become paler than usual.

Gavroche watches him for some long moments and then bursts in giggles. "Jesus, Marius, your face is priceless!"

The Law student rolls his eyes and together with the blond walks to the table. "Anyway, what is that?"

Gavroche collapses on the chair and put a gun on a café's table. "It's uncharged, don't worry." As his answer doesn't satisfy Marius he adds. "I took it from my Dad. God knows what that bloody man can do."

The last sentence sounds so bitter and it is strange to hear such words from a rather young person. But a moment later Gavroche grins again and pats Marius. "Relax, mate. By the way, why have you arranged the meeting? Something's happened? Cosette has become even more wonderful? Or Enjolras is drunk? Or is it about Joly? He ate something without washing it?"

"Haha, you're the top of the class." Marius sighs as Gavroche proudly bows. "I am going to invite all of you to my country house for this weekend."

The teenager, who has been in a process of poking his finger into Marius's cheek freezes. "Oooh." The devilish smile appears on his lips. "That, my friend, is an amazing idea!"

"What idea?" they hear the voice of Courfeyrac and Jehan, who have just entered the café. "Hello, everyone."

Jehan's hair is tied into an elegant ponytail; a wide white t-shirt with "We are young" written on it and tight dark blue jeans looks lovely on the Poet's slim figure. Courfeyrac hugs him and puts his head on Jehan's shoulder. "So? Tell us."

"I've been saying that_"

The door opens again and Gavroche, Marius, Courfeyrac and Jehan watch the dark-haired young man, who on a speed of light runs inside with yells "Hide me!" and jumps under the table, where Marius and Gavroche are sitting. Second later another man runs inside, breathing heavily. His usually golden curls now are painted in green.

Enjolras's eyes sparkle dangerously. "Grantaire." He says calmly, but his voice makes everybody shiver. "Say goodbye to your friends."

Black, curly bush of hair slowly appears between Marius and Gavroche. Then two blue eyes carefully look at Enjolras. "Mercy?"

"What did you say?"

"Mercy?"

Four other people turn their heads to Enjolras as he speaks and then back to Grantaire as he answers.

"One more time."

"Mercy on my soul or rather on my ass, which will regret after your negotiation between my brushes and paints and palettes and my_. Please, Enjolras, you are a good person, with a big, loving heart_." Grantaire, Gavroche and Marius duck down as the leader through his bag in Grantaire's head.

Courfeyrac really tries not to laugh that vividly and remain serious, but he gives up.

"May I speak?" Jehan asks, hiding the laughing face of his friend in his shoulder. Enjolras's gaze slowly travels to him. "With all respect, the green color actually matches you…"

"I'll stir up Joly against you, telling him that you have smallpox and parturient infection at the same time, Jehan."

"Who has parturient infection?" the enthusiastic voice of the Medical student reaches their ears.

Enjolras silently points on Jehan, still looking at the place, where Grantaire is hiding, burning him with his eyes. Joly stares at Jehan then at Courfeyrac. "Hey, it's not my fault!" protests Courfeyrac as Joly shakes his head thoughtfully.

"That paint can be easily removed by washing your hair, so don't worry." Grantaire's attempt to justify himself fails.

"I will remove you right now."

Marius sighs, pressing his index finger and thumb to the bridge nose. "You know, I'd ask you two, what the hell has happened, but I've decided that I don't want to know. Can you all calm down and listen to me for a second?"

Enjolras sits on the nearest chair, looking like a Gorgon; Joly, still watching Courfeyrac suspiciously sits near the leader, but then carefully shift the chair away from him. Gavroche puts his legs on the chair next to him and rest his head on Marius's laps, winking at Grantaire, who's been sitting on the floor between them. R silently plays his own execution, by hanging.

"So I want to tell that you all are invited to spend this weekend in my grandfather's country house. I-if you want, of course." His cheeks suddenly become pink.

"Oh, no. There, on the open-air, in a dark forest, Enjolras will definitely kill me…" sighs Grantaire as Enjolras narrows his eyes.

Courfeyrac's eyes open widely. "With barbecue and cola?"

"And dancing in the moonlight!" Jehan adds, smiling dreamily, caressing Courfeyrac's neck.

Marius nods. "Of course. The weather is good and my Grandfather won't be there, so we have plenty of free space."

"Woohoo!" Gavroche waves his hand as he takes a sitting position again. "Enjolras, promise me not to kill Grantaire." The leader raises his brow. "You see, he has borrowed money, so he must pay me. If you kill him, you will pay. Deal?" he seriously crosses hands on his chest. "Besides I have a gun. Just to let you know."

Everyone sighs and chuckles. "Deal." Enjolras eventually answers.

Grantaire happily stands up and kisses Gavroche's temple. "Remind me, Gavroche, when did I borrow money from you?"

The teen looks up. "For saving your life." He nods on Enjolras. "Everything has its own price, mon ami."

"Little bastard." Grantaire laughs, tickling him.

"So tomorrow at 7 a.m. I will meet all of you on the railway station, okay?" Marius says, typing something down in his phone.

"How about food?" Enjolras asks.

"Nono, you are my guests, so don't worry about that." Marius replies quickly.

"Oh my, imagine monsieur Marius cooking for us and serving us drinks!" Courfeyrac giggles, playing with Jehan's hair.

"And what about Combeferre and Feully? Cosette and others? Will they come?" Joly asks, cheeking his pulse on his neck.

"Joly, of course Cosette will come. He asked her first." Grantaire carefully walks to Enjolras. The second one watches him without blinking. "Marius will ask her to marry him, believe me." He grins, turning to Marius. "Am I right?"

Les Amis smiles and laughs as they watch Marius's blushing face. "No, not yet, I_don't want to rush the events."

Jehan sighs, still hugging Courfeyrac. "Okay, then tomorrow at 7." Everyone nods and starts walking out, chatting with each other, Gavroche singing something cheerful.

"Enjolras, I am sorry, that was a joke." Grantaire with a troubled face walks near his friend.

"You said you want to make a portrait, I trusted you." Enjolras answers coldly, approaching the front door.

The cynic grabs his hand and tugs him closer. "Please, don't look at me like that. Your eyes are broking my heart."

Enjolras deliberately glances at him so nonchalant, that R feels his heart falling down. But then, using Grantaire's confusion, he leans and kisses the Artist so passionately, that Grantaire hasn't realized what has happened at first. Then with happy noises he answers the kiss, hugging Enjolras tightly. The young leader smiles, letting Grantaire to taste that smile. The thin fingers of R run up and down Enjolras neck as he slightly bites his lower lip.

"Am I forgiven?" he whispers, millimeters away from the other lips.

"Nope."