AN: Hello there! This is my first Fanfiction for the Enjonine fandom. I really hope that you guys like it! It is modern a/u.

Enjolras was typically a very focused young man. He was passionate about everything he did, even the most miniscule tasks. This particular task at hand was very tedious.

"Hey, 'Jolras, ya know what we should do?" His heavily drunken friend slurred.

Enjolras just shook his head and sighed. This was becoming a regular occurrence. Every day he would drag Grantaire up to their shared flat, and Grantaire wasn't exactly a small man. When Enjolras reached the elevator he cursed; the elevator was out of order.

"Grantaire," He snapped. "You are going to have to walk up the stairs. I am not going to drag you!"

Grantaire simply groaned and looked at the ground. So, Enjolras thought, this is going down the hard way.

"Grantaire, I swear to you that if you don't stand up I will leave you by the elevator!"

So Grantaire spent the night by the elevator. Enjolras felt a twinge of guilt as he watched the poor drunk slide down the wall. He shrugged and walked towards the stairs. Enjolras was very much into books, it was pretty obvious. He always carried one in his hands and three or four more in his laptop bag. While walking up the stairs he read his book, too engrossed in his story to notice a tall brunette girl walking down the stairs. She too was engrossed in a book. They bumped into each other, causing the girl to drop her book, and therefore lose her page.

"Hey, watch it!" They both growled at the same time.

Enjolras looked down to see the girl picking up a worn copy of "The Catcher in the Rye". She was so… different looking, so tall, so awkward, she was perfect.

"Excuse me, mademoiselle! I did not mean to hurt you or your book." Enjolras said sincerely.

"Well, yeah, thanks, but you made me lose my page!" She fretted over the book.

Enjolras looked at the girl intently. She couldn't be more than 20 years old. He saw the worn shoes and clothes she wore, but they only added to her character. She looked up at the man. He looked to be about 22 give or take a year. He wore a simple red t-shirt and simple blue jeans. He had the most beautiful blue eyes. It felt like they pierced through her very soul. For a few moments they stared into each other's eyes. Then they were sucked back into reality by a man trying to get by them on the stairs. Enjolras apologized to the man then looked back to the girl. Unfortunately she had vanished, almost into thin air. He shook his head and carried on up the stairs. He put his key into the lock and entered his small 3 room flat. He put the key on the kitchen counter and looked into the refrigerator. He grabbed a bottle of water and went to the living room. He sat on the sofa and turned the television to his favorite channel, the history channel of course! They were explaining the French Revolution In detail. Enjolras couldn't have been happier. That is how he fell asleep, on the couch thinking of nothing but the Revolution, and the girl.

Enjolras awoke in a panic. He had classes at 11 o' clock and it was 10:50! He rushed to pull on his clothes and grab his laptop bag before running out of his flat in a flurry of panic and frustration. When he got into his car he turned on his radio to hear the calming classical CD that he had purchased earlier in the week. Instead of the soothing notes of a piano, he heard the loud, annoying music that Grantaire loved. He thought that Grantaire had once called it death metal. Groaning in frustration Enjolras turned the radio off and drove in silence. Only the nice purr of his Mercedes engine sounded throughout the car. A disturbing image flashed across his eyes. Well, it wasn't exactly disturbing per se but more… confusing? It was the image of the perfect girl.

AN: Ok so it may seem that the romance is developing too fast, but don't worry, Enjolras is simply intrigued by the girl. It will get better soon! Please R and R!