I.

Courfeyrac marveled at the size of the national library he dare not enter before unless it was of absolute importance. With the amount of people inside, he thought it would be difficult to find Enjolras, but his majesticgold hair with gentle curls, as Courfeyrac often pointed out, practically lit up the Oval. Carefully concealing his presence, Courfeyrac crept from behind him then put his right arm over Enjolras's shoulder and his left hand on the desk to keep his balance. Enjolras jolted a little then dropped his pencil and in an instant buried his face in his palms.

"Courfeyrac, what do you want?" whispered Enjolras through gritted teeth and behind his palms.

"Today is a very special day, young man," announced Courfeyrac, being inconsiderate that he is in a library.

"Tone down your voice, God damn it!" said Enjolras in a loud whisper.

"No, God will damn you if you don't hear me out," Courfeyrac's voice, unchanging.

"Can't this wait until five? This report is due on Friday," said Enjolras, still whispering.

"And today is Wednesday, now come on, hear me out," said Courfeyrac, still not giving a damn about the fact that he is in a library.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"Yes—fuck!" Enjolras was quite taken aback that despite the fact that he was whispering the whole time he was the one who received simultaneous shushing and not Courfeyrac.

"Alright, let's get out of here," Courfeyrac beamed. He retracted his arm from Enjolras's shoulder then picked up his notepad and books for him then proceeded to exit the place. Enjolras followed behind him in defeat.

It was cloudy when they were walking outside; Enjolras walked alongside Courfeyrac and has not uttered a single word to him since standing up from his chair in the Oval. Unable to handle the unmovable smile on Courfeyrac's face, Enjolras broke the silence off.

"What exactly are you horrifically smiling about?" he asked. Courfeyrac did a smooth turn to face him and answered,

"Tonight, Enjolras, tonight!" Courfeyrac slammed Enjolras's things on his chest to return it to him. His things opened like a fan against his chest, luckily nothing fell off. Courfeyrac already walked on ahead while Enjolras was balancing on his left leg, letting his other leg's knee rest against a wall as he fixed his things on his thigh. After fixing everything, he looked back at Courfeyrac and he was still walking ahead. Enjolras rolled his eyes and chased after him.

"What exactly is going on tonight?" Enjolras puffed.

"You've let your books go to your brain, Enjolras!" said Courfeyrac while shaking his head. "It's your birthday!"

"Oh," he murmured. Enjolras deemed himself too old for looking forward to his birthdays; he only ever acknowledges it when he glances on his driver's license. Despite Courfeyrac constantly being a pain in the neck, he was a good friend.

"So we've been planning," Courfeyrac began.

"Oh Jesus, no," the taboo words that are, we and plan, never fails to fill Enjolras with paranoia.

"Come on, we're all far from our families and we've only got each other to celebrate our birthdays!"

"I'd rather celebrate alone than to put up with you guys scheming on my birthday thank you very much,"

"Alright, scheming, synonymous to plan but with a more negative approach," Courfeyrac placed his right hand on his chest and pouted, "You hurt me Enjolras, you really do."

"Courfeyrac,"

"Just trust us on this, everything's going to be awesome, everyone who's anyone's going to be there, everyone's getting wasted—"

"Wasted? How is that different from any other day we spend drinking?"

"Correction, we drink, you brood in your chair and you drive our drunken asses back to our dorms, which we are very grateful of, so it's your turn to actually have some fun!"

"I'm not sure I'd like your meaning of fun,"

"Enjolras, please, let your majestic golden curls down once in a while,"

"Alright fine! Just… don't say that ever again."

"Deal," Courfeyrac held out his hand and Enjolras hesitantly shook it. "We'll pick you up later tonight, so go get ready, wear something nice, and by nice I don't mean prudish, got it?"

"Yes."

"Enjolras, mon ami, we are getting you laid!" Courfeyrac yelled out as he strode away, leaving Enjolras red in the face as he hears men snickering and ladies giggling.