Enjolras woke up the next morning to a very loud and repetitive electronic rhythm that sounded like it belonged in an outdated discotheque, coming from across the hall. He attempted to drown it out by covering his head with a pillow, holding it so tight he almost suffocated. When the didn't work he hopped out of bed and stomped angrily across the hall, stopping to pound with all his might on Jehan's bedroom door yelling. "What the hell?! it's 6:30 in the morning for God's sake!". When no answer came, Enjolras pounded on the door even harder in an attempt to get their attention. At one point he thought he heard giggling from the other side of the door. A few seconds later, the door opened just enough for a curly-haired head to pop out.
Grantaire had a wide grin on his face. "Whats up, Apollo?", he asked innocently.
"You know exactly 'what's up'!", Enjolras yelled in reply.
"I do?", Grantaire asked in a mock confused voice, furrowing his eyebrows as if thinking deeply about what could be wrong.
"Gah!", Enjolras exclaimed, flailing his arms in exasperation, "Just turn down that damn music! it sounds like a robot's dying in there!". At this, a loud snort came from behind the door. Enjolras rolled his eyes, Jehan was obviously quite amused by the whole scenario.
Grantaire's head disappeared in a flash and the door slammed in Enjolras' face. Thankfully, a second later, the music was turned down so all Enjolras could hear was the light thump of the base in the background. Thank God, he thought.
Although he finally had some quiet, Enjolras was still quite annoyed so he headed towards the kitchen to make himself some coffee. Oh, how he loved coffee! Plain, dark black, bitter coffee . . . like liquid heaven. Enjolras' mouth started watering at the thought, he could practically taste it. When he got to the kitchen he went to the cupboard and retrieved his favorite mug: bright red with scripty black writing that read "'Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.' - John F. Kennedy". Then he got out his coffee grinder and went to go get his special beans, because everyone knows freshly ground coffee is always better. However, when he got to the drawer that was supposed to contain his expensive, delicious, Ethiopian coffee beans, they were gone! He looked all over, finally checking the trash can and finding the empty bag right there on top. Enjolras stood there for a minute, stunned. That bag had been worth fifty dollars . . . fifty! it had been a Christmas present from his father and he had only used it twice, saving it for special occasions. And it was all gone! But he knew exactly who'd done it.
His hands started to shake as he picked up the bag. He was pissed! Purposefully, he walked down the hall. Not bothering to knock, Enjolras burst into Jehan's room, demanding to know who drank his coffee! Completely straight faced, Grantaire replied, "I think it was the bean fairies. I heard some tinkling sounds and tiny, high-pitched giggles from the kitchen earlier and found some sparkles in my hair when I woke up this morning.". Not even slightly amused Enjolras crossed his arms and glared at Grantaire.
Jehan, sitting cross-legged and wide-eyed on the bed leaned over and whispered to Grantaire, "I think he's going to kill you . . . with his mind". Grantaire just Isat there and smIrked at Enjolras. HIs unblInkIng eyes looked as If they were trying to burn holes right through Grantaire's heart. "I told him it was your special coffee Enjolras, I really did! He just doesn't listen!", Jehan blurted out and then quickly covered his own mouth when Enjolras turns to look at him. Suddenly, Enjolras turned on his heels and quickly exited the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Yup!", Jehan said, "He's gonna murder you in your sleep". Grantaire went over to his dresser, pulled open the top drawer and retrieved a ziplock bag full of something brown. Jehan squints at the bag, "is that? . . . no . . . You didn't!".
"I most certainly did", Grantaire replied with an evil grin.
Carrying the bag, Grantaire walked across the hall, to Enjolras' door. After setting the bag on the floor in front of it, he knocked on the door and then left to disappear back into Jehan's room.
Inside, Enjolras heard the knock. Rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh, he pushed himself out of his desk chair where he had started working on a report for his history class. He walked over to the door and opened it. No one was there so he moved to step out into the hall and look fro the culprit when something hit his foot. When he picked up the ziplock bag at his feet he let out a small shout of annoyance. it was his coffee!
From behind the door across the hall, Enjolras heard loud, peeling laughter. Upon hearing Enjolras' yell, both Grantaire and Jehan had collapsed in a heap of laughter on the bed. This was too easy, Grantaire thought as he laughed.
