Sorry for my drunkness. If it amuses you, then yes I got very very drunk, which resluted in being (apparently) carried to my friends house, where about fourteen of us stayed the night. Although, I don't remember much past updating and wanting to go surfing at three in the morning. I know someone stopped me, but I was told it was Tom (like best friend ever!), but he said I was quite strong and I quote 'a determined little buggar'. He was the most sober out of our group and said I passed out whilst being taken back to my friends house. I got such a huge hangover, I still had it when I was in london, somedays, paracetamol is your worst enemy when it refuses to work. All in all. A great eveing.
Ok, so if you haven't ever had the privilege to try it, a few chapters ago I mentioned plain pasta with lemon juice on. It is lovely, but the pasta has to be nice and hot, and you have to be able to taste the lemon, only recommended if you like lemon like I do! And,
EVERYONE MUST TRY PEANUT BUTTER AND JAFFA CAKES!
It is heaven in your mouth. It is the best thing since sliced bread (my friend taught me that phrase and I think its a funny english thing to say!), please try my weird food trends and leave in a review what you think, or PM me, so without further ado, let the chaos continue!
Gracee Xxx
PS: check out Panemaniac's fic A Broken Heart Full Of Love. Its new and I predict great things for it. Please go check it out, its lovely to read and needs more admirers. Its subtle genius.
AN UNEXPECTED TURN OF EVENTS.
They all had slept on the floor and sofas of the living room.
Marius had woken up at the sound of the kettle boiling.
"Eh?" He looked up from his spot on the floor by the counter to see Eponine up and changed, her wet hair dripping slightly, making a cup of tea.
"Sorry." She whispered.
"Its fine." He said, standing up as his phone went off he quickly silenced it, looking around and seeing no one else had woken up.
Eponine pushed a cup of tea to him as he opened the text from his cousin, Theodule, saying he was arriving today. Just what Marius needed!
He sighed and then looked up to see Eponine looking over his shoulder. He followed her glance to see Gavroche curled up with Pongo the dog, but then he looked to what she was really looking at.
On the floor, Enjolras was lying on his back, his head propped up by a cushion. One arm lay around Anja, pulling her towards him as she rested her head on his chest, with her knees almost pulled up to stomach. Her arm lay across his torso.
Eponine quickly snapped a photo of them.
"They're so cute sometimes!" She whispered and Marius had to admit it was. Both siblings had a connection, even though one had almost abandoned the other years ago.
"Love never dies." He said.
"True." Eponine agreed.
X
When everyone was awake, and changed they all sat around talking and sharing breakfast.
"How many of you can drive?" Gavroche asked, gnawing on a crumpet.
"Nearly all of us." Enjolras mucked up Anja's hair. "When are you going to pay for the damage you did to my car?"
"I start my job today so... Never?" She said, earning a slight punch on her upper arm.
A few days ago, Enjolras had tried to teach his sister how to drive, which resulted in it having to go back into repairs after a ten car pile up was narrowly avoided.
"I'll take you on my motorbike." Bahorel smirked, knowing Enjolras' reaction.
Anja got that all too familiar cheeky look in her eyes. Today was a good day.
X
Most of the amis had left and Bahorel was at the gate to the house.
"Are you going to take up my offer, mademoiselle?" He called.
"You are not getting on THAT!" Enjolras protested as she pulled on her shoes.
"Oh hell yeah!" Anja gave him a quick hug before hopping down the porch steps and straddling the seat of Bahorel's motorbike.
He saluted to Enjolras who was stood in the doorway before Anja wrapped her arms around his waist and he kicked the engine into submission and they rode down out of sight.
Bahorel smiled as he navigated the streets when Anja rested her head on his shoulder.
BANG!
They were both thrown from the bike as the front tire burst and so did the back. They both rolled across the street into the middle of the road.
X
Her head was spinning but she'd finally stopped rolling across the concrete. She opened her eyes and lifted her head and then curled up into a ball and covered her head and neck protectively, expecting the car to hit her any second...
It never did.
She felt someone help her up and looked to see the driver of the car was asking her lots of questions. None of which she heard.
She brushed herself off and her clothes were torn and dirty. She saw that she'd landed in the middle of the other lane, with oncoming traffic building up. The driver was still asking her questions.
"I'm fine, thanks." She said, her eyes falling on the bike, lying in a heap. "Bahorel..."
Then she shouted.
"BAHOREL!"
She stumbled around the cars and found another biker was by his side as she fell to her knees beside her friend.
He had a nasty lump on his head and his shoulder looked dislocated. She checked his breathing and his pulse and both were normal. Why wasn't he awake?
"Wake up, you twat, wake up!" She said, poking him. The other biker who was by her looked at her as if she was crazy.
"Please, Bahorel. Don't be dead, or die, or be dying. Just be slightly hurt, ok?" She begged.
The other biker raised and eyebrow at her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry girl." He said with a voice that sounded as if he was on 60 cigarettes a day.
"Come on dickhead!" She slapped Bahorel hard across the face. "WAKE UP DAMN IT!"
She sat back on her heels and just looked at him. Then he opened his eyes.
"Oh my god! You're alright!" She sent a quick thanks to God.
"Did you call me a dickhead?" He asked her accusingly.
"Yes." She said quickly, helping him up. She guessed he wasn't feeling too good as he almost fell over again. She just managed to hold him upright.
"Did you hit me?" He asked her again, stumbling.
"Maybe..."
"Has anyone called an ambulance?" She shouted to bystanders. No one answered. "Are you all actual idiots or is it only on weekdays?"
She took Bahorel's hand and placed it around her shoulders as he leant on her. Ok, so she could tell that it hurt him, because his shoulder was all floppy and out of place, but he clearly couldn't walk by himself.
Then she noticed the two bullets lying on the ground. Setting Bahorel leaning against a car, she took a plastic bag from the shop they had crashed by and wrapped the bullets in them, and put them in her pocket. She couldn't have her own fingerprints on the evidence. She noted the size of the hole that had caused them to crash and it was definitely a bullet hole. One in the front tire, the other in the back. This was no accident.
She went back over the Bahorel, who looked as if he was going to pass out any moment. From where they were, she saw the other biker's motorcycle. Dragging Bahorel with her, him leaning on her for support, they went to the bike and she helped him sit on the back whilst she hopped on the front. When she turned to look at him over her shoulder, he was leaning almost off the side of the bike.
"No, no nope. Come on." She said, as she used all her strength to pull him upright again and pulled his arms around her tiny waist, as he lent forwards on her back.
She pulled out her phone and dialled Grantaire. Unfortunately, it went straight to voicemail.
"Get up you drunk shit I need you!" She yelled. He picked up.
"What have I done to deserve that An?" His voice harsh on the end of the phone. She knew he was home alone. Everyone was out about Paris and Enjolras had taken the Thenardiers out.
She started talking quickly. Too quick for him to hear. He heard her voice becoming raspy.
"Slow down Anja!" He heard her breathe quickly. "Breathe. Calm down."
She started talking again but stopped.
"An, you're hyperventilating. Take deep breaths." He instructed her on the phone. "Are you ok? What's happened?"
"Bahorel's bike wheels got shot out. I think the gun had a silencer on it-"
"How do you even know what that is?" He interrupted.
"Just, please listen." She sounded broken. "I don't know what to do!"
"About what?" He asked, he had no idea how to comfort someone on the end of a phone.
"Bahorel's hurt. I don't know how long he's gonna be able to stay awake. I don't know what to do, tell me what to do!" Her voice became that of a child. "Help me."
"Right, go to the city hospital. I'll be there. Get Bahorel admitted, he may have to stay in a while. Get yourself checked out too, how are you both looking at the moment?" He asked.
"He's in a bad way. Dislocated shoulder. Nice lump on his head. Not much blood- hang on." Anja noticed some blood on her fingers and checked Bahorel.
"Anja..." Bahorel pointed to her back. She looked over her right shoulder. She had a nasty gash from her right shoulder to her mid back.
"Hey? You still conscious?" Grantaire brought her back to reality.
"Yeah, he is too, just. Um... I'm a bit bruised and battered but fine." She said.
"You will get yourself checked out?" He said. He knew she wouldn't.
"Yeah sure, whatever. I'll meet you there Grantaire. Ciao." She hung up.
She kick started the bike.
"HEY!" The biker called.
"He needs to go to hospital, please, I don't have a licence to drive a car." She pleaded as he stood in their way.
"Back in one piece?" He asked. He was willingly going to let someone who almost caused a ten car pile up in her brothers car to have possession of his motorbike? Well, he'll never know!
"I'll try." Was all she said but he nodded anyway and she sped to the hospital.
X
Anja broke several highway codes and abandoned the motorcycle quickly pulling on Bahorel's hoodie to cover her gash on her back, that she had taken from his bike. He lent his full weight nearly on top of her as she helped him climb the steps. She bit her lip to stop herself crying out in pain as he was resting over her injured shoulder.
As soon as they entered, nurses and doctors swamped them, in seeing a 5 foot 5 girl, trying to carry a six foot boy through the doors. Both looked as if they'd seen better days. Especially the boy.
"What happened Mademoiselle?" A doctor asked her.
"Engine blew on his motorbike." Anja lied quickly.
The doctor nodded.
"And you?" He looked her over.
"A few bruises and scrapes but I need to know he's going to be fine." She tried to get a glimpse of Bahorel as they trailed behind the bed down the corridor.
"He's passed out but I think he'll be ok." The doctor reassured her, patting her back.
Anja turned away sharply, masking the pain his touch had left. Concrete was so not her best friend.
"I'm going to go wait for a friend." She announced as they took Bahorel into a private sector. The doctor nodded as she walked away.
X
Grantaire flawed it to the hospital and noticed a motorbike parked on double yellows. He pulled into the nearest space and moved the bike so it couldn't get taken away. He all but ran into the hospital.
Relieved, he let a smile in seeing a familiar blonde figure sat on the edge of her seat in the waiting room. He called her name and she sprung up and he brought her into her hug.
He noticed her tense.
"Ow!" She said sharply as his arm found its was across her back.
He pulled away sharply.
"What have you done?" He asked her seriously. Would she really be that stupid as to not let anyone check her over? "Have you been seen to?"
She didn't answer. He grabbed her hand and led her (pulled her) around the hospital.
They rounded a corner and Anja caught the eye of the doctor.
"We're keeping Monsieur in for a few days. You can go."
And that's what they did.
Grantaire was silently furious as he drove them back to the empty house. He didn't utter a word and didn't let Anja walk by herself at all.
The short walk from the hospital to his car, he had hold of her elbow, and grasped her wrist tightly as they walked from the street up to the house. She felt as if she was a prisoner, and this was his attempt to keep her from running away.
She felt guilty, but didn't know why. He didn't even speak as he led her upstairs and grabbed Feuilly's medical supplies and pulled her into her bedroom.
"Take the hoodie off." He ordered her.
Carefully, she removed it and with her back to Grantaire, she couldn't see him wince as the back of her top was torn and the wound she had looked partially nasty. Without a word she pulled her hair into a quick side plait over her other shoulder and still her back faced him. She turned when she was done, hoping to inspect the damage in the mirror on her wall, but Grantaire had covered it up, not wanting her to see.
He still looked angry. She didn't like this side. She could tell she'd worried him and hurt him deeply.
"Take your top off." He commanded.
Anja stared at him with wide eyes.
"What?!"
"I can't help you with it on." His tone was icy. "Take it off."
"Promise not to look?" Her eyes begged him to. He gave in and nodded.
Anja carefully removed her ruined top, leaving her in her bra and shorts. He would never stop going on about it if he saw the state her abs were in. She was no doubt fitter than anyone he'd probably seen in real life.
She took the bag with the bullets in and put them on her table.
"What now?" She said, turning her back to him but he didn't turn around.
"Lay on your stomach on your bed."
She obeyed. With his back still turned, Grantaire heard her clear her throat and he turned around. God she had a nice back! He only wondered what the front was like. He stood there, totally lost in thought at what Enjolras would think if he saw Anja laying on her front, almost half naked, and him. She reached up and pulled her plait back over her shoulder before resting her head on her arms as she stared at the left wall.
Grantaire took a cloth and doused it in water from her bathroom before kneeling on the bed by her shoulder and pressing it to her wound, cleaning it carefully. Then he came to a slight predicament. Her bra strap was in the way and slightly digging into her wound. In seeing that the dark blue straps could be removed, he unhooked it from the back and she jolted her head to almost face him, parts of her hair crossing her back.
"What are you doing?" She said in a slightly alarmed tone.
He sighed and set the cloth down, no where near finished.
"It was in the way." He said, gently taking her head and moving it back to rest to the left again. Delicately, he pushed the wisps of blonde curls back over her left shoulder, to keep them from entering her gash.
He continued to clean it, ignoring the fact that it would be so easy to undo the back of her floral printed dark blue bra with one hand. He pushed the urge to aside and prepped another cloth with antiseptic. This was going to hurt.
He shut his eyes as he lowered it to the top of her right shoulder.
X
Anja had never felt such a sting on her body. This was almost as agonising as the time she stepped on a weever fish when body surfing. She tried to contain her pain, but couldn't as the cloth made contact with her back again.
X
Grantaire saw her tense and then she screamed. He knew it was going to hurt her a lot, but her wound was pretty big, and Joly would cry if he knew it was infected.
Grantaire set the cloth down as there was a rapid knock at the door and he answered it to one of their neighbours.
"Is everything alright Grantaire? We heard screaming." They said.
How loud was Anja? They lived three doors down.
"Yeah, my friend's just got a big cut and I'm cleaning it. I'll try to keep it down, I know you've got a new baby." He told them and they smiled as he shut the door and went back up to Anja.
"You've got to keep it down." He told her, taking the cloth again.
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" She bit back.
"Fine, squeeze my hand when it hurts." She gladly took his hand and he went back to cleaning.
She had an iron grip. Grantaire couldn't take it anymore, he had about an eighth cleaned and he was losing the feeling in the hand she grasped.
"Ok, ok! Ouch!" He stopped again and pulled his hand from her tight grasp. "Geez Anja, I think you broke my hand."
"You try being me, then we'll see how hard you find not screaming." She retorted.
He needed to find a way to dull the pain, or her screams.
"Ok, you can hold my hand again, until I've finished." He said reluctantly. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"It hurts so much." She said quietly.
Grantaire felt his heart lurch. It was now, and when she asked him to help her, she seemed so young and fragile.
"Hey, its ok, I'll be done soon." He said as she gripped his hand softer than before.
As he went back, she buried her head in her arms, and her iron grip returned.
When he reached the deepest part of her wound, she seemed to tense and then limp.
"Anja?" He shook her gently.
She looked as if she was sleeping.
He dialled Feuilly, who picked up immediately. He explained everything.
"Its nothing to worry about. She's fainted from the pain. I'm sorry I didn't stock up on any relief, it would've been easier." He apologised and ended the call.
Grantaire just had to dress the wound. He felt as if he was taking advantage of her as she lay motionless, on her stomach. Grantaire wrapped bandages around her wound, lifting her slightly to go under her arm. He clipped her bra strap back in place and rolled her onto her back so he could finish up. He stood back, eyes fixed on her body.
"Oh sweet holy Jesus!" He muttered. Mother Mary pray for me! It was the most irregular but beautiful sight he had seen. She looked at peace when she was unconscious, and her faintly six packed body made him slightly jealous.
Not wanting to take advantage of her being incapacitated, he quickly pulled a yellow and white checked shirt from her wardrobe and lifted her as he dressed her carefully buttoning it up. He rolled her onto her side so her back was not in contact in anything and left the house, picking up the bullets on the way out.
X
Anja came to ten minutes later. She rolled onto her back and sat up sharply. She looked down, remembering the last thing Grantaire did was let her hold his hand again. Why was she now dressed?
She looked over to her bed side table and it had a note next to a glass of water and some pills.
'Morning Sunshine'
Was all it said. It was in Grantaire's distinctive writing. She smiled and swallowed the pills and she felt a little drowsy, but her back didn't hurt as bad anymore.
She got up and climbed off her bed and out of her room. She met a concerned Grantaire in the hallway.
"Hey." He said.
"I'm sorry." She said, taking the ice pack, he held on his hand, and his hand as well, and pressed it onto where she had squeezed his hand.
They stayed in silence until they both jumped at the sound of scraping at the front door.
They both stood back against the wall and out of sight from the front door, as the house was built so everyone upstairs could be seen as the bedrooms and bathrooms were situated around a balcony, overlooking the kitchen and lounge area.
The door swung on its hinges and four large men entered and one tall skinny man last.
Grantaire lifted his finger to his lips and they creeped along the wall, as the intruders spoke quickly.
Strangely, Anja recognised them. Their familiar features were blurry in her mind but she felt as if she knew them and it sent shivers down her spine.
Grantaire noticed she'd stopped on the way across the balcony to her room. He went and took her hand. She stopped him.
"Wait a bit. I know that face." She whispered.
"Isn't the world a remarkable place?" Grantaire said sarcastically, they did not need this right now.
"Trust me, I don't forget." She assured him. "I know them I tell you."
We need to go, Grantaire thought and luckily, she went and he softly shut her door behind her.
"What are they doing so far out of their patch?" She lent against the door as Grantaire tried to think of a plan.
X
Thenardier looked around the house where the students and two Enjolras' lived.
This was it. No one was home. He warned Eponine that she would pay, but not directly. She would watch those she loved pay instead. He was starting little, by burglary. Bigger things would come later.
"This house, we're going to do it. Rich students, plenty of scratch. You remembers she's the one who got away the other day. Got a ladyship to her name, perhaps a fortune put away!"
"What do I care who you should rob? Give me my share, finish the job!" Brujon shouted loudly.
X
They heard it all. Grantaire eyes widened in shock. Anja remained emotionless. Her secret was coming out.
She walked over and pulled out a strong box from under her bed.
Grantaire felt his eyes as they popped out like saucers and she keyed in the code on the box and then held a pistol in her left hand, as she loaded it, sliding the top back in place.
"Now isn't the time for questions." She said, standing up. "Whilst I distract them, climb out of the window, the drain pipe will take your weight, slide down and surprise them by coming in the door. Oh, and take this."
"A frying pan?" He took it and thought that she wasn't one to mess with, as she weilded the weapon comfortably.
"What did you do with the bullets?" She asked as he popped her window open.
"Dropped them into the station to be analysed when I went out ealier."
Anja nodded. Once more into the lions den.
X
Anja took a deep breath, shoved the gun into the back pocket of her shorts. She opened the door and shut it loudly behind her.
"What have we here?" Brujon smirked at the defenceless girl stood on the balcony that overlooked the hallway and living room.
"Who is this hussy?" Thenardier squinted at her face. Pretty.
"It's the youngest bitch Enjolras. Don't you know your own target? Why's she hanging about here?" Babet made Thenardier turn to follow their gaze.
She pulled her gun out as Gueulemer went to climb the steps.
Thenardier looked torn. He knew who she was and everything was her fault. The look of her standing above them with her gun trained on them was all too familar. She had done this before. She was older now.
"Mademoiselle, get on home you're not needed in this. We're enough here without you." He saw her bring the gun from behind and train it now on him. "Don't interfere. You've got some gall."
He was angry.
"I know this house I tell you." She had to try before shot. He seemed familiar and almost kind when he first spoke to her. As if they'd worked together before. Then it hit her. Italy. The memories she tried to erase where hazy, but he had to know her from there. "There's nothing here for you. Just the students. They live ordinary lives."
"Take care, young miss, you've got a lot to say!" Claquesous sneered.
"I'm warning you girl, shut up and set the gun down. You're in the way." Gueulemer yelled.
"I'll shoot, I'm going to warn the police here." Anja said, looking straight in Thenardier's eyes.
"One shot and you'll regret it for a year." Babet told her.
"Well I told you I'd do it, told you I'd do it..." Anja said.
Brujon fell down, and Claquesous turned to face Grantaire holding a frying pan aloft.
Babet advanced to Anja and she shot, sending a tranquilliser dart into his neck, as he too fell.
Thenardier looked between fighting and running before he addressed Claquesous and Gueulemer.
"Don't wait around make for the sewers, go underground! You wait my girl, you'll rue this night. I'll make you pay, you'll pay all right!" They picked up their gang members and quickly exited the house.
Anja dropped the gun into one hand and lent against the wall upstairs.
"You took your time!" She said.
Grantaire dropped the frying pan onto the floor.
"It may have escaped your knowledge, but I'm not as small as you are, nor am I as fit or nimble."
"You know!" She yelled. He had just given away that he saw what she preferred to keep hidden.
"Of course I do! I dressed you." He yelled back. Now was not the time to have a domestic.
She massaged her temples and turned back into her room to put the gun back in the strong box and shove it under her bed before going downstairs.
"Isn't it your first day at the pool today?" Grantaire said as he cleaned the kitchen, putting the frying pan away.
"Eugh. I need a drink." She pulled a face causing him to smirk.
"Well, my dear Anja, not if you're working." He patted her on her good shoulder.
"Only if you'll drive me?" She flashed her deep blue eyes and he grabbed his keys.
As he drove, he thought of asking her questions. Why the hell did she have a gun in her room? How did she know to fire it? How did she know who the men were? Why did she look comfortable? He came to the conclusion that someone like Anja had a darkened past, and not really someone he should get too close to. Bit late for that but if he stopped getting too friendly, it would be the wisest decision he would have made... Ever.
X
Anja was sat in the stilted chair on duty as people splashed in the pool. Apparently her cv was good enough to give her an hour briefing and then leaving her for her first shift.
Everything was relatively calm. She played with the whistle that hung around her neck in front of the red vest top that had 'LIFEGUARD' printed in yellow lettering on the front and back. Her yellow bikini straps showed as they were tied around her neck. Anja tapped her foot with her yellow flip flops on and admired the pattern on her cloth shorts that were red with the outlines of white flowers on them.
Luckily, everything was quiet for the first shift. She didn't have to get wet at all. She packed her stuff back into her bag when told she was done for today, and pulled out her phone. She had a text from Grantaire.
'Still need that drink? R'
'R? A Xxx'
'Nickname. R'
'Oh. Yeah why? A Xxx'
'Come to Courfeyrac's halls. PARTY! Everyone's here. Its a short walk, you can get to it through the corridors. The halls are at the other end to the pool. R'
Anja quickly located a map outside the pools doors and found herself on a carpeted hallway. She just had to keep walking straight.
'Coming. A Xxx'
'K. R'
She smirked.
'Potassium. A Xxx'
'What? R'
She let out a laugh to herself. Did he never learn that joke at school? Was it an italian thing? Like the lithium joke about shared electrons?
'Science joke. Didn't expect you to get it. A Xxx'
'Come say that to my face. R'
'Challenge accepted. A Xxx'
X
The party was good. Prouvaire had hooked his laptop up to the speaker system in the foyer which acted as a lounge for the students in the halls.
Grantaire smiled as he set his phone down. He eyed the room. Enjolras was chatting with Eponine, none the wiser of the visit he and Anja had had. Marius was trying to get Gavroche to let go of the cider can whilst Azelma flirted with someone who looked a little like Marius. Same age, height. But his eyes were brown and hair slightly lighter than Marius'. He guessed that was his cousin. The other amis were flirting with the cheer squad whilst Combeferre danced with Beth. He noticed they seemed to have a new uniform, as their names were written on the back of their leggings, or shorts, but no other changes he noticed due to the fact they all wore their hoodies with their last names on show. So did the rugby team, and he was sporting his own burgundy and black hoodie that said 'G. Morrelle' on it.
Then a girl caught his eye.
She twirled her hair in her fingers as she stared at him. He caught on and went over.
"You've been staring at me for a while, Cosette." He said.
"How did you know my name?" She should've been blonde.
"Its um," He realised what he had to say was going to be embarrassing either way he said it. "Um... Written on the back of your leggings."
She spun around to check.
"Oh! Yeah." She stepped closer. "I'm not like this all the time."
She practically breathed in his face. She smelt strongly of alcohol.
"I suppose you're not drunk all the time." He stepped away slightly.
"I think I may be a lightweight." She showed him an empty bottle of WKD.
Grantaire nodded and she laughed. Damn her infectious laugh! He had to laugh too.
"Look, I'm quite into you, Morrelle." She called him by his last name.
"Its Grantaire. I don't go by my last name." He informed her, but he didn't mind her calling him it.
"Sorry!" She put her hand over her mouth and then reached up and hugged him.
He was slightly taken aback by her touch, but hugged her back.
"I really like you." She said in his ear.
Grantaire pulled away, and looked at her. She was pretty and seemed so innocent and nice. She was good.
"Why don't we sit and chat?" Grantaire took her smile as a yes and then grabbed her hand and they sat down in the lounge opposite each other.
X
Anja had arrived and greeted her brother and Eponine. She hesitated when they asked about her day and left a few major details out.
"The uniform suits you." Eponine said.
Anja looked down, forgetting she was effectively in her swimwear and a vest top.
"Oh. I couldn't be asked to change. And I don't see anyone complaining about me wearing even shorter shorts than usual."
"I'll start shall I?" Enjolras said, clapping her on the shoulder. "Sorry An!"
She rolled her eyes. Feuilly and Grantaire had told them everything. The crash, Bahorel, her wound (which she was scolded by Joly for removing the bandages too early, but her vest top covered the wound quite well) and that they could come to get their friend in a day, and Javert was trying to trace any, and every gun he could find on the police database.
X
Anja went to find that drink she needed. She found a Kopperburg mixed fruit cider and thought, why not?
"Hi"
"Hey." She looked up. "Um... Hi?"
"Hey, let me help you with that." He took the bottle from her hand and chipped off the cap of the bottle by running it down the edge of the counter and it popped off. "There we go lovely."
He handed it back to her.
"Um... Thanks." She said, trying to hide a slight blush. Control yourself Anja!
He went to walk away but he turned back to face her.
"Look. Here's the thing: I've lost my phone with my number on it so, can I have yours instead?"
Worst chat up line ever, but Anja didn't mind. She just giggled and looked down.
"Cute laugh." He told her. "So? What do you say?"
"You, are too cocky for your own good." She told him.
"But that's why girls like you go for guys like me." He retorted, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Girls like me, don't go for guys like you because guys like you don't ever go for girls like me." She poked the neck of her bottle against his chest.
"The names Theodule." He said.
"ANJA!" She heard Enjolras shout. She turned her head.
"And that's me." She said. "I should probably go see what he wants."
She went to leave when he caught her elbow.
"You're an Enjolras? The girl who went missing from Italy?" He asked, intrigued by her.
"And you, Monsieur, are a Pontmercy." She pulled her arm away and walked to her brother leaving Theodule looking after her.
"How did you know that mademoiselle?" He called.
"Not just a pretty face." She said over her shoulder.
"No, you certainly aren't, are you Mademoiselle Anja Enjolras?" He muttered as she was gone.
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The party lasted for another hour afterwards, and the residence of Rue Plummet decided to get Gavroche home, before he drunk more of Lesgles Magners, and really got drunk.
They were just about to leave when there was a shout.
"Hey Anja! Before you go, would you, um, would you like to meet up again sometime?" Anja was met with Theodule's dark eyes and mischievous smile.
"Just ask her out you idiot!" Marius pushed Theodule towards her.
"What he said." He could look her straight in the eye. No embarrassment, nothing.
She didn't know. A smile tugged at her lips and she looked down to compose herself.
"Why not? Sure, I'd love to." A smile crept onto her face.
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She didn't notice a face whose smile fell at the words spoken. Even if before the evening was up he had asked out a certain light brown haired drunk girl called Cosette.
So, drama and romance as requested by stagepageandscreen.
So I went to see les mis and someone will hate me for what I'm about to say, deep breath, Ididn'tcarethatlesamisdiedbecausetheMariuswashot.
There. I said it. I wanted to hug him when in Eponine's errand he slipped on stage and got to front stage right quicker than he expected. Ah Rob Houchen...
Sorry, where was I?
Had to stop myself from crying when Eponine and Gavroche died, and in the epilogue when they all sing. Love Carrie Hope Fletcher as Eponine as she was amazing and BLONDE! Long live blonde Eponine's (I'm blonde and playing Eponine is my dream so that's why a almost always write her as being blonde)
I have a bad feeling that there are lots of parties coming up, and I'm heading back to ireland to party with them as I was invited by my friend to their prom, and then we love to party in Italy as well. Last chapter may not be the last drunk a/n you get.
Migliori auguri,
Gracee Italia L'amo Xxx