Je T'aime is French for I Love You
Enjolras trudged through the heavy snow that covered the ground. His footsteps left deep imprints in the cold white powder marking his whereabouts. He was on his way back to his dorm after hours of reading and studying in the library. The library was a good ten minute walk from the dorm that he shared with his friend Courfeyrac. The young man had been his friend since middle school, They have the same ideals and hopes for the world. But living in an ivy league college dorm doesn't give him a lot of chances to go out and speak, seeing as he has classes he needs to attend on a regular basis. Enjolras walked into the building that held a significant amount of the dorms at Harvard. The slick tiled floors almost caused him to slip as his wet shoes slid across the slick surface. He quickly made his way to the stairs. He silently cursed seeing as he had to walk up four flights of stairs after pushing through the deep snow. He glared at the thick '' out of order'' tape that crossed over the elevator. Some days it would be working, but then it's out again. Enjolras suspects it's the freshmen on the second have always been up to no good.
Enjolras slid the key in the lock and pushed open the door to see not one, but two curly heads on the couch.
"Grantaire?"
"Yep. passed out drunk again." Courfeyrac said not even turning to Enjolras
"How's the weather?"
"Not much better." Enjolras said taking off his wet shoes and putting newspaper in them to soak up the water then put them in the corner.
"If you're hungry there is mac and cheese in the fridge."
"Thanks." enjolras made his way to the fridge that sat on the left corner of the room. He took out the tupperware and put it in the microwave for thirty seconds before taking it out.
Enjolras took a seat at the armchair.
"Did you call Combeferre?"
"Yeah, he said he would get him in the morning. He's gonna crash on the sofa."
Enjolras was used to R spending the night here. Courf would often go with him the any college party, regardless if they knew the host or not. Courf could hold his liqure like it was no ones buisness. But R on the other hand, that was a different story. Grantaire would just drink so much. No one knew when he would become drunk, because he was never sober to begin with.
Enjolras finished up his stood to clean the bowl when he got a text.
"Hey Enjolras, can you do me a favor?"
It was from Marius. He is always asking for something.
"What is it?"
He put his bowl in the sink and headed for his room bidding courfeyrac goodnight.
"A friend of mine is falling behind in French and i was wondering if you could tutor them?"
Enjolras had never tortured anyone before. He wasn't sure how to do it.
"I could try."
"Enjolras, you are a life savor! are you free saturday?"
"Yeah."
"Good! Well mark your calendar because that is your first session. Meet them at the library at 3, ok?"
"Ok. Who am I tutoring anyway?"
But enjolras never got a response after that. He just shrugged it off and got changed for bed. He put on a t-shirt and sweatpants before climbing into bed and falling asleep.
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~Alex