GRANTAIRE SLASH JELLO: A Tragic Love Story
Grantaire sat at the back table of the Café Musain, staring longingly at the table in front of him. After much thought, he stood up and stumbled over to that table so that he could provide some company to the occupant of it.
"Hello there," He set down a half-empty bottle, then pulled up an extra chair so he could sit down. "How are you on this fine evening?"
The other member of the table didn't even budge. Grantaire poked them, but they didn't turn around, and they didn't say a thing.
"How can you ignore me like this? How can you pretend that nothing ever happened between us? I can't believe you! I loved you, I loved you so much!"
The rest of Les Amis were starting to file into the café, but they didn't pay Grantaire much attention. Sure, they glanced over and cast a strange look in his direction, but then they figured it was typical Grantaire behavior and took their places next to each other.
While Grantaire kept admiring whoever was at his table, Enjolras strutted in. He grabbed a fork and stuck it in to R's tablemate.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Grantaire," He started when he saw the disappointed look on the cynic's face. "Were you going to eat this Jell-O?"
