A/N: I updated again! Even there were school works for me and a watercolor painting to finish. However, enjoy the next chapter!

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Grantaire POV

"R, are you insane? How do you even manage to get here when you always do is to get drunk! Do you even care about our cause?"

It hurts my dear Apollo, the way you always treat me like that. You can't even see why I am like this. You're damn oblivious than Marius. It's a long story where the two of us met.

Summer, 2010

Dear Diary,

It just started with the both of us.

It's a bright sunny day. I was fourteen when I met you. We were in middle school and ever since we're inseparable. You weren't like that attractive man that I have loved, When we are young, you were a big nerd that day. You even wore that big ass glasses! Your smile shows your teeth and heck, I also remember that you have braces that time. I always teased you about that.

However, your head was big and sometimes our classmates called you Gabe the Airhead.

You fight them back for calling you that but I stopped you. I remembered you look into my eyes; your eyes were like the ocean. I can't help gazing at those blue orbs hoping to indulge myself with those captivating eyes.

And that's also the time that first, I knew I wasn't straight and second, I'll protect and love you, Gabe.

Winter 2010

I was fifteen and I recently had my birthday. You even gave me a present that I've always been looking for! There were art materials and you even bought new watercolors for me! I don't know what the brands but, when I saw the receipt, it was all expensive! Especially the watercolors, they were artist-grade set, though.

After that day, we met and talked in my bedroom. We sat on my mat and you were busy reading your book, War Horse. Your parents never bothered asking why you were always in our house; however, all I knew was that you have been my best friend since summer.

"Hey, Gabe. Can I call you Apollo?" I asked you and you grinned but shook your head but those blond curls were disheveled hoping that I would ruffle those.

"'Taire, I am just a fifteen-year-old dreaming to be a lawyer and I'm not like Apollo, but… why do you even come up with that?" he was curious. He also knew that Grantaire may come up with an explanation that may satisfy his curiosity.

"Well, ever since I stumbled in our public library. There little Grantaire was curious, then once, he browsed a book where there are Greek Gods and Goddesses! There were pretty pictures included in that book. Especially when I saw the sculpture of the Greek God Apollo! You looked like him, Gabe, minus the nerdy glasses and braces. I would love to draw you dressed as Apollo!" Grantaire told Enjolras and he showed his sketchbook on his lap where he tried drawing the face of Enjolras.

"Wow, 'Taire, why you're so damn good at those!" Enjolras examined the sketchbook and he traced his face in the sketchbook. His eyes were dazzled by Grantaire's work of art. He can't imagine that his friend managed to draw him.

"But, 'Taire, I do not look like Apollo," he confessed, however, in the back of his mind, he agrees. He didn't want to admit to Grantaire that he resembles the ever attractive Apollo.

Grantaire grabbed the sketchbook and he placed it once again on his lap. Afterwards, he faced Enjolras and grabbed his shoulders.

"But still you are! You are a pretty boy like Apollo!" Grantaire grinned at Enjolras.

He smiled when Grantaire told him that he was pretty instead of handsome. Grantaire noticed that he has a dimple when he smiled that time. It was not the last time that he smiled because of him not until that day.

March 2011-Saturday

"Dear Alexandré Gabriel Enjolras, you have been qualified-"

"'Taire! Wake up! Hey, it's me, Gabe! Ugggh... Hey Raoul Grantaire! Let me into your bedroom!" Enjolras banged Grantaire's window as he climbed his way up to R's tree.

As startled he was, Grantaire opened his window and let Enjolras in. He didn't know how and why did he climb just to get to his room. Grantaire looked at his clock and it says it was already 9:37 am.

"What do you want, Gabe?" Grantaire folded his hands across his chest. Enjolras laughed nervously and placed his hand on his pocket to get something.

"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Don't tell me it was a spider!" Grantaire screamed at Enjolras. He jumped and nearly slapped Enjolras' hands but his reflexes were fast and held Grantaire's hands.

Grantaire nearly lost his breath. Enjolras' hands were the best thing he held. He felt that this is it. However, doubt forms in his mind.

What is this feeling? Is this love?

Grantaire felt butterflies in his stomach. His heart was beating fast. "I hope Gabe wouldn't hear my heartbeat," he prayed. He felt the time was slowly moving as he felt their hands intertwined, however, Grantaire was imagining things.

"'Taire, calm down! I want you to be the first, excluding my parents, who will know this news," Enjolras showed what's inside his pocket and there it was, a letter from the university they enrolled. It was the best universities in their country and luckily, Enjolras made it.

He smiled at Grantaire. He hugged him tightly and in that way, Grantaire realized that this was the day that he felt something for his best friend.

"Thanks for being with me, 'Taire," Enjolras told Grantaire.

"It's a pleasure, Apollo."

So it's love.

Present day

Jehan was left alone in the kitchen by Grantaire. He busied himself by his favorite hobby, writing poetry. "How could R never notice me?" Jehan asked himself.

He was a pretty man, actually. He has a sandy hair just like 'Ferre's. He loves decorating his hair with flowers and sometimes he braided it and took selfies and post it on his own Instagram. It took him thousands of followers but still, Grantaire never noticed poor Jehan.

As Jehan busied himself writing poetry, he never noticed someone entered the kitchen. Their feet were light and even Jehan never heard any footsteps but as they opened the fridge, Jehan glanced quickly. He never expected who it was but it's just Enjolras. He rarely went downstairs when it's finals week but this time, it was different.

"I needed a distraction, thank you and you don't have to look at me like that, Jehan," Enjolras answered flatly. He knew what Jehan will ask. He rummaged through the contents of the fridge and took what he will need. It was a bag of chocolate marshmallows.

"Hey, Gabe. I know it's a funny question but, we, specifically the Les Amis knew that… Uhhm… Well…," Jehan hesitated to ask Enjolras, knowing that when Jehan asked something, he would never stop asking.

However, Jehan didn't look Enjolras in the eyes because he knew that he was staring daggers at him. If Enjolras' blue eyes could kill, he was already dead, any moment from now.

But after a few seconds, Jehan looked up. Enjolras wasn't looking at him instead; he was facing the window. The moonlight cascaded his figure. Jehan never knew that Enjolras would be like this. It's just the two of them and he was lucky that he saw this side of Enjolras.

Enjolras turned around as he ate his chocolate marshmallows. "Go on, what's that funny question that I have to answer, Jehan?" he said as he swallows his marshmallow.

"Well, it's just I'm curious, Why are you so afraid of being in love? I know it's a bit awkward for you to answer but-"

"It's not a funny question, Jehan. Well, I am not afraid of loving someone, actually. It's just... it's different I think. I never knew when or how I will love someone. I'm not opposed to the fact that someday, Alexandré Gabriel Enjolras would love someone but this wasn't that time. That time will come if I can change something especially the treatment between the rich and the poor," he told Jehan.

"But what if you found someone right before you change something for them?" he said. He was never satisfied with Enjolras's answer especially when it comes to love. It was Jehan after all, you can't blame him because he believes that true love comes right in our heart before our eyes.

He knew if this was the topic, Enjolras would lecture him. He never expected that it would turn out like this.

"Sometimes we can leave them as it is. You can't change something when you aren't starting it," Enjolras turned around and once again, he stood upon the window as the moonlight shines on the floor.

"I am aghast, Gabe," Jehan said.

He was the only one left calling Enjolras in his childhood nickname, Gabe. After Grantaire and Enjolras graduated, Enjolras insisted that he should be addressed on his last name rather than using his ridiculous nickname, as Enjolras have said when they entered college.

"Well, I think this should be my cue. You know, I should go get some sleep and face the day tomorrow!" he yawned and stretched his arms. Jehan stood and bid his goodbye to Enjolras as he went upstairs to his room next to Grantaire's.

Enjolras looked at the nearest clock and it's already 11:22 PM. He should get some sleep just like the others. "It would be another day for me," Enjolras yawned and placed the bag of marshmallows back to the fridge. He made sure that no one finds his secret food when he needed a distraction so he hid it below the potato chips where the Amis doesn't always mind eating nor bother it because they prefer cold beer than cold chips.