AN: So yep, I know my last chapter was kind of crappy. And this one's short. But hey, I'm working on my writing skills. Also, I have absolutely nothing against Fra Fee or his accent. In fact, it was one of my favorite parts of the movie. I might make another chapter where Josette wakes up and they're in jail or something. I'm also thinking about coming back to edit this in a while to see how much I can improve. Anyways, enjoy another badly-written, rather rough chapter of Les Amis at Ikea! Cookies and endless thanks to any reviewers out there! Constructive criticism definitely wanted! (::)
Josette watched with a slightly evil grin on her face as her friends rushed towards a clearing sort of thing between the various furniture displays.
"TO THE BARRICADES!" screamed Enjolras, running towards the nearest couch display and using inhuman strength to turn floral-printed and red corduroy couches on their sides. He proceeded to toss them on their side, and then ran over to a large oaken table. Caught up in the excitement, Bosseut ran to help him throw it on top of the couches.
"VIVE LA FRANCE!" Combeferre shouted, running through the narrow isles waving a torn maroon bed sheet crudely tied to what seemed to be the leg of a chair.
Joly and Bahorel were working together to drag a bunk bed to the new barricade, much to the dismay of Gavroche, who was trying to climb it.
Grantaire had gotten a hold of some Swedish alcoholic drink and was staggering around, occasionally helping throw some of the smaller stuff onto the barricade but mostly yelling 99 Bottles of Beer.
Éponine and Marius started grabbing carts from the bewildered customers and tossed them onto the quickly growing barricade.
Jehan was throwing stuff at the windows, shattering the glass with a loud CRACK, then using the sharp, glittering pieces to cut through rope and toss it to Musichetta, who was quickly tying together pieces of furniture so the barricade would be safer to climb on.
"WEH NEEHD AS MOCH FERNNITURE AS YEW CON THROW DAWHN!" Courfeyrac yelled, a huge grin spreading across his sweaty face as he raced through the store right at Enjolras's heels, helping his blonde friend chuck random furniture onto the now monstrous pile of furniture.
Josette was in the middle of helping Feuilly heave a queen-sized bed onto the barricade when she noticed a security officer hurriedly talking into his walkies-talkie, "Emergency on Floor 2! I repeat, emergency! Barricade building going on! Reinforcements needed immediately! Over!"
As the height of the mighty barricade reached the off-white roof, Enjolras, voice hoarse from yelling out revolutionary things, shouted "French revolution!" More than happy to obey Enjolras's order, Josette was leaping from a ladder to a precariously-placed mahogany shelf, wherever that came from, when everything went black.