"It's two weeks, Enjolras," said Marius, practically begging.

"No." Enjolras said, looking him directly in the eye with so much confidence it was amazing Marius hadn't given up thirty minutes ago.

"Please. I need this. They need this, and then after that very short two weeks you can get back to your normal routine of whatever it is you do in your spare time," Marius pleaded, Enjolras just sighed, infuriated that Marius expected him to look after his roommates while he honeymooned.

"Marius, you don't need this. You're still in school, far too young to be married, you still have classes that you're barely scraping by in, and you're still in my debate team. Besides, Eponine and Grantaire are both grown up. They don't need someone looking out for them." He said, and turned to leave, but Marius stood inside the doorway, blocking him. "Marius, get the fuck out of my way."

"Enj, come on, we both know they need someone looking out for them. I'll even fucking pay you if you want!" he said, shifting his weight as if to prepare for when Enjolras would shove him out of the door and into the hallway.

"No."

"Okay, why not?" Marius asked, his voice sounding incredibly immature and whiny. Enjolras had to pause for a minute in order to figure out how to respond to Marius' question. They both knew the obvious answers, of course.

"I have finals, which entail studying, in case you weren't aware of that since you never do it, and debate team and job applications and now I'll have to find your replacement and anyways, you know I'm not very good at interacting with those two." He said, running his hands through his curly golden hair in frustration.

"It's two weeks. Who knows, you might even enjoy it; relaxing wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, you know," Marius said, still maintaining his stiff posture in the doorway.

"Well I certainly will not enjoy it, if you're implying that's a reason I should go. Jeez, Marius, just ask Courf or Jehan or Comebeferre or someone, they'd all be thrilled to live with Eponine and Grantaire for two weeks." Enjolras walked forward as if he was going to push past Marius, but stopped.

"Enjolras," Marius said, "I don't trust anyone else with them the way I trust you. I will do anything in return, please."

Enjolras eyed him suspiciously, even less enthusiastic to take the job now that Marius had fully expressed the necessity that it had to be Enjolras, and not someone else, but decided he should anyways. He sighed, and nodded at Marius.

"Fine, Pontmercy, I'll do it, but you owe me one," he said, regretting his decision as soon as he made it. Marius rushed forward and embraced him, while Enjolras just stood there, rolling his eyes at what an idiot his friend could be.

"Oh, Enjy, Thank you, I simply cannot describe how much this means to me, I promise I'll pay you back. You're such a great friend!" he said, as Enjolras freed himself from the hug and shook his head.

"That is not my name. Now leave before I change my mind," he said, gathering his books and preparing to head to class, as Marius danced around the room, flipped out his cell phone and called Cosette, and then skipped down the hallway.

Now that Marius had left he was regretting he was beginning to regret his decision even more so. He didn't know Eponine or Grantaire personally, all his knowledge of them came from the things that were recited in the hallway or stories that Marius had told him. Eponine was apparently a full scholarship student who somehow got away with ditching 80% of her classes and yet still passing them. Marius said she had a vague interest in social work but with her lack of focus and motivation, he couldn't see it happening. People said she did drugs and partied a lot, but whenever anyone brought this up in front of Marius he denied it.

Grantaire was a seventeen year old freshman art major who seemed to have little interest in anything other than drinking and ditching class with Eponine, although people raved about his talent. Enjolras had been assigned to tutor him last semester, where he showed up once for five minutes just to inform Enjolras that he would not be attending any of the other sessions. They had an argument about it, in which Grantaire had held up impressively, and Enjolras had tried to recruit this lost young boy for debate team. He just sort of laughed and walked out, though.

The two of them were very well known amongst the student body, and looked up to for their nonchalant attitudes and dismal appearances. Well, Enjolras thought, this was going to be interesting if nothing else.