Chapter 8- Cancelled.
A/N: I don't own Les Miserables. Congratulations to Danica Enjolras who guessed right. Paul is based on Paul Truckey. I do really have a shrine to him... it just isn't so big...and he shares it with Matthew Teague Miller (Joly). This has onsided Epster/Paul and Paul showering if that kinda thing makes you queasy. I don't own Mountain Dew either.
Paul watched Epster sleep. He realized that he, once again, had forgotten to drink Mountain Dew that day. Suddenly, a dog howled. Grantaire took over and ripped off Paul's clothes. Paul heard the sound of Epster's head hitting the ground as he ran off.
Paul watched as Grantaire ran through the small, northern Michigan town. He saw one of his colleagues staring at him wide-eyed. Paul just sighed while waiting for Grantaire to get tired. He winced in pain as Grantaire made him wrestle a dog in is body.
Finally, Grantaire got tired. Paul took over and went home. He went to the fridge which was filled with two liter bottles of Mountain Dew. He proceeded to drink as many as possible. It was about 12:00 Midnight when he realized he should not have had so many. He was shaking and talking at about 200 Miles per minute.
"Come on Paul... I need another liter!"
"Please or he'll rip off our clothes and become Capital R again." Eponine pleaded.
"IhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIHATEHIM!" Paul growled.
Paul drank the final liter and passed out from the incredible pain of the carbonation and the crash from the sugar high.
Paul woke up the next morning on the floor. He got up cradling his head. He went into the bathroom and undressed. He walked into the shower, his eyes still closed, and turned it on. He heard a scream behind him. He turned to see Epster, in the outfit from the night before, drenched.
"Augh! What are you doing here?"
"I saw that the door was open so I came in. I saw you passed out. I tried to wake you up but it didn't work. We need to make the switch."
"I know but did you have to come into the shower with me to do it?"
"Do what?"
"The switch."
"Oh, the switch."
"Get your mind out of the gutter, girl."
"Huh? Oh. Uh..." Epster said. She tried to shield her eyes.
"Get out of the shower." Paul said.
She looked back. He was red from his head to his toes. She chuckled.
"Okay."
She stepped out of the shower and waited until he finished. He got out and dried off. He saw that she was staring at him.
"Why don't you, uh, wait in my living room?"
"Oh, fine," Epster sighed.
She left the bathroom. Paul shuddered. He finished drying off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked to his bedroom and got dressed. He went into the living room to see Epster, looking in the mirror.
"How ugly Paris is in a white shirt."
"Hey! I said that!" Eponine said with Paul's voice.
Epster spun around and saw Paul, cupping his hand over his mouth as Eponine mumbled with his voice.
"Well, Paul. Umm... I... uh... When should we make the switch?"
"How about tomorrow night?"
"It's a date." Epster said, winking before turning to go out the door. Paul shuddered.
"Why'd she have to say that?" He asked mentally.
"Because she wants to get in your pants," Grantaire commented.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Paul shuddered.
A/N: I think the rating on this went up with this little chapter but I don't know... after all, they didn't DO anything, otherwise it would be... I can't remember what it's called. But anyway. Please review but no flames.
La Epster
A/N: I don't own Les Miserables. Congratulations to Danica Enjolras who guessed right. Paul is based on Paul Truckey. I do really have a shrine to him... it just isn't so big...and he shares it with Matthew Teague Miller (Joly). This has onsided Epster/Paul and Paul showering if that kinda thing makes you queasy. I don't own Mountain Dew either.
Paul watched Epster sleep. He realized that he, once again, had forgotten to drink Mountain Dew that day. Suddenly, a dog howled. Grantaire took over and ripped off Paul's clothes. Paul heard the sound of Epster's head hitting the ground as he ran off.
Paul watched as Grantaire ran through the small, northern Michigan town. He saw one of his colleagues staring at him wide-eyed. Paul just sighed while waiting for Grantaire to get tired. He winced in pain as Grantaire made him wrestle a dog in is body.
Finally, Grantaire got tired. Paul took over and went home. He went to the fridge which was filled with two liter bottles of Mountain Dew. He proceeded to drink as many as possible. It was about 12:00 Midnight when he realized he should not have had so many. He was shaking and talking at about 200 Miles per minute.
"Come on Paul... I need another liter!"
"Please or he'll rip off our clothes and become Capital R again." Eponine pleaded.
"IhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIhatehimIHATEHIM!" Paul growled.
Paul drank the final liter and passed out from the incredible pain of the carbonation and the crash from the sugar high.
Paul woke up the next morning on the floor. He got up cradling his head. He went into the bathroom and undressed. He walked into the shower, his eyes still closed, and turned it on. He heard a scream behind him. He turned to see Epster, in the outfit from the night before, drenched.
"Augh! What are you doing here?"
"I saw that the door was open so I came in. I saw you passed out. I tried to wake you up but it didn't work. We need to make the switch."
"I know but did you have to come into the shower with me to do it?"
"Do what?"
"The switch."
"Oh, the switch."
"Get your mind out of the gutter, girl."
"Huh? Oh. Uh..." Epster said. She tried to shield her eyes.
"Get out of the shower." Paul said.
She looked back. He was red from his head to his toes. She chuckled.
"Okay."
She stepped out of the shower and waited until he finished. He got out and dried off. He saw that she was staring at him.
"Why don't you, uh, wait in my living room?"
"Oh, fine," Epster sighed.
She left the bathroom. Paul shuddered. He finished drying off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked to his bedroom and got dressed. He went into the living room to see Epster, looking in the mirror.
"How ugly Paris is in a white shirt."
"Hey! I said that!" Eponine said with Paul's voice.
Epster spun around and saw Paul, cupping his hand over his mouth as Eponine mumbled with his voice.
"Well, Paul. Umm... I... uh... When should we make the switch?"
"How about tomorrow night?"
"It's a date." Epster said, winking before turning to go out the door. Paul shuddered.
"Why'd she have to say that?" He asked mentally.
"Because she wants to get in your pants," Grantaire commented.
"I'm going to pretend you didn't say that," Paul shuddered.
A/N: I think the rating on this went up with this little chapter but I don't know... after all, they didn't DO anything, otherwise it would be... I can't remember what it's called. But anyway. Please review but no flames.
La Epster