A/N: I had a single word prompt for "waterbed" a while ago, but I can't remember what website I got it from. I give that website credit for the word, though. I also give credit to autocorrect on Microsoft Word and my anonymous beta, who also gave me an idea for part of this story.

I do not own Les Misérables. If I did, then I would have written more about Les Amis.

Courfeyrac checked his phone impatiently, only to be disappointed. He needed constant change, it was just who he was. Scrolling down his feed in Instagram for the thousandth time, he noticed nothing new. Refreshing his feed once again, however, changed that. Bahorel had posted an image of a bed, and, judging by the reddish color of the walls, it was in Bahorel's condo. Courfeyrac, now intrigued, read the caption: "new water bed #yolo"

Realizing that there was nothing better to do, Courfeyrac ran to his car and started it, backing out of his driveway, began the short drive to Bahorel's condo.

Courfeyrac sprinted to the door. He reached under the doormat, and, finding the key, unlocked the door and threw it open. Before Bahorel even had the chance to move from the couch where he was watching Supernatural, Courfeyrac had jumped over the top of the leather couch and rolled onto the seat.

"What the hell?" Bahorel asked.

"I'm going to play with the waterbed," Courfeyrac stated as he jumped off the couch and dashed into his friend's bedroom. Bahorel's room was still the familiar shade of burgundy, though, as he had seen on Instagram, he had a new bed and comforter. Courfeyrac flung himself onto the black comforter, feeling the mattress slosh beneath him. "Woah!" he exclaimed.

Courfeyrac spent the next five minutes jumping on the bed like the goofball that he is, and, upon realizing the zipper on his hoodie had pressed into the mattress and gotten stuck, he pulled the zipper out of the mattress and continued jumping. However, he didn't realize that a small puddle was forming where the zipper had pushed into the mattress.

After another ten minutes, Courfeyrac had realized that the mattress had lost some of its bounce. "What the hell?" he asked himself. Upon stepping from the bed to find the source of the problem, he noticed that the tan carpet was wet. Actually, it wasn't just wet. It was SOAKED.

"SHIT!" he exclaimed. He dashed into the living room, where Bahorel was staring at him. "Hey Bahorel…" he said guiltily, "so, um, you know your mattress… can those things, ummmmmmm… like, pop?"

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO COURFEYRAC?!" Bahorel responded, knowing Courfeyrac too well.

"So, um, you know your mattress? Well, I was jumping on the bed and, um, you know how hoodies have zippers? The zipper from my hoodie may or may not have, ummmmmmm… popped the mattress…"

Bahorel ran into his room, Courfeyrac nervously following. Not only did the carpet squish beneath their feet with water, but the blankets had absorbed water and the mattress had decompressed.

Bahorel looked at Courfeyrac, who was grinning sheepishly.

"Damn it Courfeyrac."

"Sorry. Gotta go," Courfeyrac said before rushing out the door, "BYE!"

Later that night, Courfeyrac checked his Twitter. Bahorel had tweeted: "Never trust your friends around your water bed."

A/N: Thanks for reading!

-AshQueen18198