17/4/13
Hello guys! This is the fanfiction for the 100th Reviewer of my other fanfiction Without My Apollo's Love – Almost an Actress! Sorry for the long wait but I have had some much on the go at the moment, hope you enjoy! This is a short little prologue chapter! The rest will be proper length I assure you!
The Times Jehan Said I Love You
Chapter 1 – "Courf … you're pissed mate!"
The Café Musain was always a hive of activity late on a Saturday night, but usually the back room was calm and quieter. That Saturday in January was not one of those days. The back room as almost as loud as the main; that day was one of the days snow was falling outside so Grantaire had decided to camp out in the Musain instead. And he brought wine … lots of wine. Grantaire's apartment was in the dark parts of Paris and was a humiliation to house-kind. Holes littered the ceiling and so Grantaire often camped in the Musain overnight. The owners did not mind as long as he brought them something for their kindness. This was often wine. That was why the amis found themselves crowded round a table; Courfeyrac was challenging Grantaire and Bahorel to a drinking contest. Of course the two men could not turn down a challenge from a medium weight drinker like Courfeyrac.
Outside, snow fell from the sky in blustering torrents and the flakes ran circles round a small figure darting down the street. Jehan had got absorbed in a poem he was writing and had completely forgotten about the meeting. The wind increased in intensity as if it was trying to stop him from getting to the meeting. They had never had this much snow since he had moved to paris and it was already piled at least two feet high on either side of the road. "Blasted weather," Jehan moaned but finally the Musian was in sight. It felt like the lights from the windows where the gateways to heaven. The golden shimmer stood out against the monotone of the winter wonderland that was Paris. He ran even quicker now the end was in sight and practically feel in the front door. "Evening Jehan, atrocious out there ain't it?" the landlady sighed while smiling at him. Jehan smiled back as he shook off the snow and brushed the snow off his hair.
"Certainly is madame, but couldn't miss the meeting though," he chuckled and she laughed.
"They haven't started yet … Courfeyrac started a drinking contest," she explained and Jehan rolled his eyes with a smile before walking into the back room.
The landlady was right: Courfeyrac, Grantaire and Bahorel were all drunk out of their minds and continued to drink; Feuilly, Bosseut and Joly were all cheering them on, Enjolras was sat glaring at the proceedings and Combeferre was trying to confiscate the alcohol. Needless to say he was not succeeding in that aspect; taking Grantaire's alcohol was like trying to take someone's first born. Also when Courfeyrac got drunk then he was prone to cuddling whatever was closest, whether it was a wine bottle or an exceedingly grumpy Combeferre. Jehan sighed and sat next to Enjolras. "Sorry I'm late Enj," he smiled and Enjolras sighed.
"We haven't got anything done anyway," he groaned with a little pout.
"You know nothing is going to get done on days Grantaire brings copious levels alcohol. Don't get down about it!" Jehan smiled hugging Enjolras. He stiffened at the contact but softened slightly as it was Jehan.
"Thanks Jehan," he smiled slightly and Jehan let go.
"Anytime! A hug always makes it better," he giggled jumping up and bouncing over to the table where Courfeyrac drinking and trying to get Combeferre to hug him and take him home.
Courfeyrac was such a big baby when drunk. All he wanted was hugs and someone to take him home and tuck him into bed. Jehan often volunteered to take Courfeyrac home when he was like this. It was no secret that Jehan had a crush on Courfeyrac that rivalled Grantaire's obsession with Enjolras; but Courfeyrac was completely oblivious. He loved the hugs and kisses Courfeyrac gave when he was drunk and savoured every moment he could get with his crush. "Come on Robin, home time," Jehan stated, prising the almost empty bottle out of Courfeyrac's iron grasp. As soon as the bottle was out of his trembling hands his arms were wrapped round Jehan's neck. Jehan sunk into his embrace while searching for the keys to Courfeyrac's car. There was no way on this earth he was carrying Courfeyrac home; it nearly broke his back last time. Eventually, Jehan found them and managed to pick Courfeyrac up as he nestled himself into Jehan's oversized jumper. Courfeyrac buried himself into the woollen fabric and strangely started purring like a happy kitten. Jehan just chuckled unfazed by his friend's strange behaviour. "Courf … you're pissed mate!" Grantaire shouted and the room erupted in laughter. Jehan chuckled rolling his eyes and carried him out into the storm.