Anja weaved her way through the busy station in Paris. She'd made it. There was no way she'd be going back to her parents any time soon.
She tucked a stray bit of blonde curly hair behind her right ear and shifted her weekend bag on her left arm and continued to drag her case behind her. She came to the cab bay and flagged one down. She opened the boot of the cab and put her case in. She bent down to put her weekend bag in, but her case was gone from the boot. She put the bag down and looked around. When she went back, it too was gone. She spun as the taxi boot shut and it drove away.
"You must be Anja?" A man with dark curly hair said.
"Depends." She acted casually. "Who wants to know?"
Grantaire watched as her eyes widened when Combeferre's car pulled up behind him.
"Your brother, actually." He answered.
"I don't give a toss about what he thinks." She said, starting to walk away. Not caring for the fact that she didn't have her cases. France was quite hot for now, so her white short shorts with faded red roses and green leafs on them would be fine. So would her grey vest top she wore, with a sleeveless faded orange crop top that hung loose. She had money in her pocket, enough said.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" She asked as Grantaire stopped her with a firm hand on her upper arm.
"If you'll just want to get in the car, Anja." He said, pulling her towards Combeferre's car which he opened the door of.
Her heartbeat slowed back to above normal in seeing Combeferre in the driver seat, before she realised that she really didn't want to see her brother.
"Get off me!" She yelled as Grantaire clamped his hand over her mouth to avoid any unwanted calls to the police.
As he heard muffled cries, he spun so she was facing the open door, and pushed her in through the door.
Grantaire didn't let go as he heard her head make contact with the top of the frame.
"Oh shit." He said.
"What?" Combeferre said, looking to the back seat where he expected to see Anja.
Grantaire manoeuvred the unconscious girl so she lay across the back seats. He placed his fingers on her neck to check her pulse, and moved her to lay on her back.
"Don't say anything, at least she's in the car now." Combeferre said after Grantaire closed the door and got in the passenger seat.
"Let's just hope no one saw that." He said. Enjolras is going to kill me for certain now, Grantaire thought.
"So, what does she look like?" Courfeyrac asked, as he slumped on Enjolras' sofa in the large living room.
Enjolras let him have his phone and showed them all his caller I.D for her. It was a girl with the same piercing blue eyes, but hers were the dark lagoon blue instead of the icy ones Enjolras had. She had dark blonde hair with bleach blonde streaks in it and it fell in gentle curls from her ears down to mid back. She was quite thin and had a nice body. The cheeky look in her eyes linked with the girl who they had heard tease her brother.
"Wow." Lesgles said. "And she's 17?"
"And way off limits." Enjolras retorted, looking at them all accusingly.
"You know, we made that whole sister-pact thingy. Technically, we can all have a go once she's 18." Prouvaire mentioned.
Enjolras rolled his eyes and told them something they had to know.
"Then you'll be waiting until next year then. She was 17 on the fifteenth of April."
Their smiles dropped.
Enjolras saw Combeferre's car pull up the drive of their house. He went to make a move for the front door when Marius and Bahoral stood in his way.
"Dude," Bahoral began. "Give her a chance to walk in the door first."
None of them knew that she couldn't walk through the door.
Enjolras had his back turned when Combeferre entered the house with Anja in his arms. He carried her limp body like she was his bride.
Enjolras saw the look on Marius' face and turned around slowly to see his sister being carried in.
"What the hell did you do to her Grantaire?" Enjolras yelled as he ran to his sister and held her face in his hands.
"I didn't do anything!" He said in his defence. He was a bad liar.
"I said to bring her home, but I didn't mean knock her out!" He felt her pulse and held her considerably smaller hand in his as it hung from her side.
He took his little sisters body and laid it on the now unoccupied, left sofa in the lounge.
Feuilly and Joly helped him lay her in a comfortable position so she lay flat. Joly took away the cushions so she looked as if she was sleeping.
"I didn't mean to!"
Enjolras strode over to him and grabbed him by the front of his t-shirt and pulled him up.
"Didn't mean to do what? Exactly what the hell did you do to her, Grantaire?" He screamed in his face.
"She wasn't going to get into the car... So I stopped her from going... She started to yell... So I stopped her and pushed her into the car but she hit her head and since then she's been out." Grantaire tried to explain as calm as he could.
"Let go of him, Enjolras." Bahoral said, pulling his arm away from Grantaire's shirt slowly. "He clearly didn't mean to."
"I have so many things I need to know, and now I'll have to wait until she comes round." Enjolras ran his fingers through his hair again, stepping away from Grantaire and turning to where Anja lay.
"How hard did she hit her head?" He asked, sighing.
"Pretty hard. She was out instantly." Combeferre answered as Grantaire got his bearings together.
Enjolras' phone beeped. A text from his parents. Great, freaking awesome.
It read:
'Have you heard from Anja? She's been gone for two days. We've checked everywhere and no one's seen her, not even Montparnasse. We hav-'
He didn't read any further as the devils themselves called.
The Amis sat, watching Enjolras try to calm his parents down on the other end of the phone. Then they saw his pause, eyes wide.
"NO I HAVEN'T SEEN ANJA. Sorry, I'm going into a tunnel." He said and put the phone down.
"What's up?" Marius asked him.
Enjolras tore his gaze from his sister to his friends.
"They've called the police and sent a search party to look for her." He said slowly.
"That doesn't sound too good." Joly said gravely.
"You lied for her." Grantaire pointed out.
"Yeah." He said. "I don't know why."
"Who's Montparnasse?" Marius asked, they were all wondering when he said the name on the phone.
Enjolras paused thinking back to that slimy toad he met once.
"The reason why I just lied."
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