Where are you, R? Enjolras thinks to himself as he waits by his locker for Grantaire.
~ Flashback ~
"Hehe hi Enjolras!" Grantaire cheerfully says, hugging the blonde boy.
"Hi Grantaire," Enjolras grumbles.
"C'mon Enj! Don't be so grumpy! You're like an old man," Grantaire teases.
"Grantaire, you're so annoying."
Hurt crosses Grantaire's face. "I-I know."
"Really? If you know that, why do you keep bothering me?"
"I-" is all Grantaire says. He takes his arms off Enjolras and walks away.
~ Back to reality ~
"Hey Enjolras," Grantaire says.
Enjolras smiles. "Oh hey. What was it you wanted to ask me earlier?"
"Oh that? It was nothing," Grantaire fibs. He sips at his water.
"Oh okay." Enjolras bites his lip. "Hey um... Would you wanna maybe... Go out with me? Like today after school?"
Grantaire chokes on his water. "I'm sorry what?"
"N-nothing just- nevermind."
"I thought..."
"You thought what?"
"That you hate me."
"Hate you? Oh. Well that was in middle school. I was an ignorant ass back then."
"Oh. Well. Yeah you kinda were. And yes. I will go out with you."
"What are they saying over there?" Feuilly whispers, hiding behind the trash can.
"I don't know I can't hear," Bossuet answers.
"Shush!" Joly whisper-shouts. "I'm trying to hear them!"
Grantaire notices his friends hiding behind the trash can. "Erm... Enjolras?"
"Yeah?" Enjolras replies.
"We're being spied on." R nods towards his friends.
"Sheesh." Enjolras grabs Grantaire's hand. "Let's go."
The two walk out of the school, still holding hands. Some people in the hallways say mean things about it, but the boys ignore it. They get in Enjolras' car.
"So what do you want to do?" Enjolras asks. Grantaire shrugs. Enjolras smiles. "My grandfather won't be home until around eleven so we'll have the whole place to ourselves. We can pretty much do anything you want."
"Okay."
I never realised it before, but he's so much more withdrawn than in middle school. I wonder why that is, Enjolras thinks as he and Grantaire walk along the sidewalk. "Grantaire?
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?"
"Yeah."
"Why are you so much different than before?"
"What do you mean?"
"Just that... You used to be so cheerful and loud and happy. Now you're depressed and quiet and... drunk all the time," Enjolras explains.
Grantaire hesitates, unsure how to say this without making Enjolras upset. "Well... To be honest... It was because of you."
"M-me?"
"Yeah. You treated me like trash. And every time you would tell me to shut up or that I was annoying, it just made me feel worse. It eventually all added up together and this is what became of me. A fat, ugly, stupid, annoying blob."
Enjolras stopped walking and turned to face the brown-haired boy. "Listen to me, R. You're not fat, you're not ugly, you're not stupid, and you're not annoying. I'm should have never said any of those things to you in the first place. If anything, I'm the stupid one."
"I love you, Enjolras, I just wish I could agree with you."
Note: AHHH NO GRANTAIRE YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL *cries*.
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