Combeferre sat quietly thinking after Courfeyrac had left. He had remembered Courfeyrac having a girlfriend named Nancy before she ran away with another man she'd been having an affair with, his name was Bill. Courfeyrac hadn't heard from Nancy since and it broke his heart. At first, he wouldn't eat or sleep, putting on a happy facade for his friends when he was out at the Musain, but Enjolras and Combeferre lived with him and could almost see him falling into a pit of depression. Since then, Courfeyrac had started going out to clubs and bars, bring women and sometimes men home, but Enjolras and Combeferre never questioned him. Grantaire would occasionally make a comment about Courfeyrac's habits, but it was rare anyone else said anything about it.

That is, until Courfeyrac found Eponine. Immediately the group had taken a liking to the street-wise girl. She had wit and charisma, the perfect match for Courfeyrac. Combeferre would even catch Enjolras smiling at the couple who were always arguing. He had to admit, he hadn't had a clue that Courfeyrac was seeing other women while he was with Eponine. The thought made his blood boil, but he knew getting angry would solve nothing.

Sighing, Combeferre stood up, grabbing his bag as he noticed Jehan walk into the room.

"Going so soon?" Enjolras said, running up to Combeferre.

"Afraid so, I'll see you back at the apartment, I need to go shopping."

"Hey Ferre!" Combeferre turned to Grantaire. "While you're out, buy some new clothes. Those dorky long sleeved sweaters look stupid, it's the middle of summer, why are you even wearing them?" Grantaire asked, with genuine curiosity lacing his slurred voice.

Combeferre decided to ignore the question and walked out.

'If only you knew.' He sighed and left.

...

When Combeferre left, Grantaire walked to the table the rest of his friends were sat at and grabbed his water bottle, chugging down it's contents as he savored the burning sensation along his throat.

"Are you drinking vodka?!" Enjolras stormed over.

"So what if I am? It's a free country." Grantaire smirked and took another swig.

"You could get suspended!" Enjolras replied.

Grantaire shrugged his shoulders in return and went back to his drinking.

"Unbelievable." Enjolras muttered to himself as he started putting his papers into his own bag.

Bossuet sat opposite Grantaire, making wild gestures with his hands as he played charades with Joly, Bahorel and Feuilly. When they finally guessed 50 years a slave right, Bossuet smiled and stood up.

"Gotta get going guys."

"Where ya jumping off to now?" Grantaire asked, leaning on his elbows.

"I- er- that is to say, I'm seeing a- a friend later on." For some reason Bossuet looked hesitant and slightly worried that he might slip up and say something wrong.

"Okay relax, I wasn't questioning you." Grantaire laughed, but the rest of the boys looked slightly concerned.

"It's okay then guys, I'll- er- see you all tomorrow then."

"Bye." They chorused.

Moments later, Eponine strode in, wrapping her coat tightly around her shivering body.

"Babe, I know you love the coat I bought you for my birthday, but seriously? It's the middle of summer."

Eponine hit Grantaire playfully with her sleeve, despite the tear stains on her cheeks.

Enjolras walked over to Eponine.

"Hey Ep." He embraced her casually. The two had become close and formed a bond, although Grantaire would not admit it, he was jealous.

It also annoyed the boys how Enjolras would be the marble statue in front of them, but he was affectionate towards Eponine, Combeferre and Courfeyrac.

Eponine rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes. "I can't believe he did it. Why did he do that, I thought we were fine." Eponine sighed before kissing his cheek softly. The boys said goodbye and soon, Eponine was out of the door as quickly as she came in.


A/N: Hope you start to like this one, sorry I haven't updated in forever, been a bit sick, but I should be updating sooner now that my exams are done.

Let me know what you think?

-R