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Enjolras attempted to justify his reasons for ditching class in order to make sure the biggest slacker at the school was okay, as he walked around campus for the third time. What was he actually doing? Why did he care like this?
He felt his heart leap as he finally spotted the young boy, lying on a bench, possibly sleeping, and cursed himself for feeling so happy at it. They had only spoken a few words to each other, not even pleasant ones at that, and yet, he had begun to cloud Enjolras' perfectly clear thoughts since the moment he first saw him on campus, and increasingly so now that they had a class together. He felt even more resentful towards how accurate Courfeyrac's assumptions were.
He ran his hands through his blonde curls, trying to decide whether to run back to class now, alone, abandon this crazy impulse that he had. He looked down at Grantaire; he was definitely less than average looking, but the way his dark hair sprawled onto his unevenly tan face looked beautiful to Enjolras, especially the way that the sunlight seemed to be dripping onto his nose and eyelids. He sat down cautiously on the only part of the bench Grantaire wasn't covering, looking down at his peaceful, sleeping face next to Enjolras' thigh. He never seemed so peaceful when awake; he always seemed troubled.
"I'm not going back to class," he murmured, rubbing his eyes. Enjolras jumped, horrified that he had been awake.
"W-well, I guess I'll go then," Enjolras stammered, hesitant to look away from the boy's grey eyes as they opened. He didn't want to leave, though.
"Will you stay if I pretend to be asleep again?" he slurred, opening his eyes fully and smiling up at Enjolras.
"That's ridiculous. I was sent to come get you," he lied, slowly standing up off the bench as Grantaire sat up and smiled at him.
"Oh, you know that is just so plausible, especially considering how often I attend class, and even more so considering how we're so close that even the teacher would assume you would know exactly where to find me, uh-huh, sure," he laughed, retrieving his vodka-filled water bottle from his small purse.
"You are infuriating," Enjolras snapped, glaring at him, and then suddenly turned soft, "but are you okay?"
"Am I okay…" he wondered, "I don't think I'm okay by your standards. But the hottest guy at the school just ditched class to come find me, so in my opinion I'm great."
Enjolras sighed, at a complete loss for a response, "You can't just sit on this bench for the rest of the day, especially in this state," he argued.
"And you care because…" Grantaire slurred, closing his eyes again and reaching out to put his hand on Enjolras' hand, who felt petrified and therefore unable to move away.
"You'll thank me later when you're not drunk," he shrugged.
"I'm not drunk. You're just beautiful," he smiled; Enjolras slapped his hand on his forehead, frustrated. Why had he even considered coming out to find him? And why the hell go through with it?
"Do you need a ride home?" Enjolras asked, his voice sounding extremely infuriated.
"Apollo is going to drive me home," he sang.
"Is that a yes?" Enjolras demanded, losing patience.
"I don't want to bother you…" Grantaire whispered, squeezing Enjolras' hand before letting it fall.
"It's too late for that," Enjolras groaned.
Grantaire closed his eyes again, smiled and nodded. Enjolras did his best to hold back a smile. He pulled out his phone.
Courf, I'm borrowing your car, he texted.
The reply came in less than thirty seconds; Ooooh u hav to tell me EVERYTHING that happens later
Enjolras tugged Grantaire's arm and pulled him into a standing position, but he seemed almost ready to fall over. The boy was surprisingly light, possibly light enough to carry all the way out to the parking lot. His skinny arm was slung around Enjolras' shoulder; he clearly felt bad and was trying his best to support his own weight, but couldn't.
"Who normally takes care of you when you get yourself into states like this?" Enjolras asked, as he opened the passenger door of the car and Grantaire slumped into it.
"When you get yourself into states like this," he laughed, "babe, it happens every day, and there's this girl Eponine that I live with."
Enjolras almost felt a sting of jealousy as he fastened Grantaire's seatbelt around him, and then hated himself for feeling that, "does she go here? Do you want me to call her so she can come get you?" he asked, bitterly.
He smiled, amused at Enjolras' obvious jealousy, "no, she's twenty-three. She works in this bar. We should go there together sometime," he murmured, as he fell into a light sleep again.
"Okay. Where is your house?" he asked, and looked over when Grantaire didn't answer. He smiled as he looked at his sleeping, peaceful face. Enjolras didn't want to wake him, so he drove them both over to his dorm room. Grantaire woke up slightly as they pulled into the parking lot.
"You're missing class…" he muttered, closing his eyes again but forcing himself to open the car door and stand up, almost toppling over as he did so. Enjolras sighed, not sure exactly how to deal with this, and still wondering how the hell he had gotten himself into this situation. He put his arm underneath Grantaire's shoulder again and walked them both up to his dorm room. Grantaire fell onto the couch the second they opened the door and passed out immediately. He did look beautiful when he was sleeping, Enjolras couldn't help but smile.
He examined the sleeping boy on his couch, and asked himself again why the hell he had done this. Grantaire didn't look ready to wake up for an hour or so, and was most likely planning on blowing off the rest of his classes for the day anyways. Enjolras couldn't just leave him here, could he?
He went to go take a shower, deciding he could figure it out later.