A/N: Jeez, I'm really sorry for the long wait, I just had a severe case of writers blck and I've been busy with the Collab me and Ignored Genius have been working on (And the sequel is comin' soon :D)
Dear readers, because no one but dear ol' Bramblefox, (Who is getting a fanfic tribute soon, staring Javert. Betcha wish ya sent me Sues, huh? -laughs-) sent me an idea for the Mary-Sues, this chapter will consist of God-Awful Sues in stories I've read, Grantaire's sister for example. Meant to offend? That's for you to decide.
Disclaimer: Plot's mine, but nothing else, characters, names, all those belong to Victor Hugo. Kay?
And it may seem like I'm exaggerating, but Mr. Hugo said Enjy was pretty, so there. : B
Disclaimer: Victor Hugo owns them all.
ONE MORE NOTE, Credit to Ignored Genius for help in writing and hooray for our collaboration! Read misadventures of the musicals . . . or we'll find you.
"No! Don't come in!" Enjolras called, struggling in vain to free himself.
"Yes, come in" Enjolras father said.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"YES!"
"N-!" Enjolras' mother clapped a hand over his mouth.
"Yes, do come in, dear ladies," She said calmly.
"'Oo!" Enjolras cried, muffled by her hand.
Enjolras father, who had enough of this foolishness, stepped forward and opened the door, revealing dozens of young women.
"Ladies! Please, come in and meet our son; Enjolras!" Madame said warmly, gesturing to Enjolras, who had lost every bit of color in his face. She and Monsieur took a step back, allowing the girls to surge at Enjolras, fawning over him and, once again, knocking his chair over backwards.
"Look how pretty he is!" one young lady cried, pinching his cheek and standing his chair up again.
"Isn't he?" Another cried, mussing his hair.
"No I'm not! Get off of me!" Enjolras ordered, jerking his head away from the sues who were patting it..
There was a moment of silence.
"He's so authoritative!" A third Sue swooned
Enjolras groaned unhappily as his parents high-fived in the background.
"Oooh! He groans so sexily!" Another cried. Enjolras opened his mouth to order them, yet again, to get off him and stand his chair upright, but was interrupted. "-Gasp- look at his perfect white teeth!" Enjolras was then over come by the girls swarming to his chair, sitting on him and said chair.
"Look at his hair!"
"His lips are red like a girl's!" rang out around him.
"Get off of me! Get off! Now!" he cried trying (E.G: Failing) to free himself. Another girl gasped, "Omigawd, he has the sexiest cry."
"I know rite?"
"Ladies, remember you're supposed to go on a date?" Monsieur said, gesturing towards the door.
Enjolras rocking violently in his seat " No! NOOOOO!" He bellowed as the girls dragged him and his chair away.
Just them a teenager with long brown hair rode in on a horse, "Um, 'scuse me, but is there an Inspector Javert here?"
"Uh, no, Mademoiselle" Preston said, exchanging a confused glance from his wife.
"Oh, thanks then" She said, turning her horse. "C'mon Colletta, we're gonna find us an Inspector"