"When did this happen?" Grantaire was the first to ask an actual question.
Jehan smiled.
"We met a little over a month ago, we've officially been together for a month" he quickly forgot about Courfeyrac's unusual reaction. "He's been begging me to tell you guys because he really wants to meet you all."
"Of course we would like to meet him too" Combeferre offered, and soon everyone was plaguing him with questions about the mysterious man that kidnapped his heart.
When the petty talk had finally fnished, or at least paused, Enjolras offered his first words about the boyfriend.
"Bring him on Friday" Then he left, as the others resumed fawning over Jehan.
Grantaire watched the leader leave painfully. As much as he would like to hear about Jehan's relationship, he silently excused himself and chased after the leader.
"Enjolras!" he yelped, running to catch up. The man froze, not bothering to turn around.
"Yes?"
"I'm sorry! Can't we just talk?!" Grantaire had finally reached him and was gripping his arms.
"I'm done with him! Okay? No more weed I promise! No more drunk sex! Please, forgive me!"
Enjolras narrowed his eyes. "I gave you a chance. You screwed it up. And Montparnasse, of all the fucking people! Why him?!"
"He's the only person I had left of my old life. I gave up that life when I came here, came to you. I made a mistake. But its been a week and-"
"YOU SAW HIM LAST WEEK!" Enjolras roared.
"Not anymore! I promise! I needed to buy, and he said that he wouldn't give it to me unles I-I" he paused, giving Enjolras that look that Enjolras knew too well. "B-but he says he has a new girl and he didn't want to go all the way, we didn't! I-it was only a job, I swear!"
Enjolras shook his head and stalked away.
"Please, Enjolras!" Grantaire called after him. Enjolras was gone.
Grantaire sulked and, rather than let himself feel the pain Enjolras always bestowed upon him, called Courfeyrac quickly and agreed to meet him at their favorite bar. At least they could share in their pain of broken hearts.
"Mmm" he moaned softly as he woke. It was the middle of the night and he was cold. His heater was currently standing, slipping into a pair of jeans. "What are you doing?" he asked softly, still caught in the web of sleep.
"My friend called and he needs some help. I'll be back shortly" he kissed his forehead, right where his blond hair met his soft skin. "Go back to sleep."
He did.
Sorry its kinda slow in the beginning! Give me like two more chapters and it'll pick up! Please review, critique, criticize, leave some sort of something I can read to improve!Thanks for reading!