Chapter eight
Grantaire awoke early to hear "Taps" being played on the flute. He ran down his stairs and out to a green where he saw Les Amis standing around something. Grantaire ran to them and saw Combeferre sprinkling ashes. He looked down and saw a marker with Enjolras' name. Grantaire began to sob. There would be no getting into pants ever. Jean Prouvaire touched his arm.
"Don't cry Grantaire. He's in a better place now."
"But I want to be there too."
Grantaire saw Enjolras' vest in Combeferre's arms.
"You deserve it more than I, Grantaire."
Grantaire took Enjolras' vest and cried softly into it. He walked slowly back to his flat. He sat down and held Enjolras' vest. He looked in the mirror. He saw, next to it, his crime solving notebook. He grabbed it and looked at it. He saw his pictures of him and Enjolras. He began to rip out each page. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door.
"Come in," Grantaire groaned.
Grantaire looked down and heard footsteps approaching the bed. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, winecask. Don't cry."
Grantaire looked up and realized he was staring into the striking blue eyes of Enjolras. He touched his hand to see if Enjolras was real.
"Are you? Did I?"
"Yes, Grantaire. You succeeded."
Grantaire and Enjolras stared into each other's eyes. Enjolras leaned down and kissed Grantaire.
Meanwhile, Eponine, Gavroche, and Azelma were watching through the window.
"Isn't that so cute."
"Good job, Gavroche. Your plan really worked to get them together."
"How did you do it?"
"I asked Montparnasse to stab him but not to kill him. I made the owner of the café send Grantaire away. When Grantaire saw Enjolras and backed away. I took Enjolras, bandaged him, and told him of my plan. Enjolras was very much for it for he had always liked Grantaire but hid his affection. I told him that he had to pretend he was a ghost and tell Grantaire to avenge his death and he would let Grantaire sleep with him. Well, Montparnasse was Jean-Marc Enjolras and he played the part very well. The National Guardsman was actually Enjolras. I told the rest of Les Amis what happened after Bahorel beat up Montparnasse and Grantaire left. Then they took ashes out of the fireplace to act like Enjolras was cremated. Then Enjolras was told to wait until the right time."
The threesome watched in the window. Suddenly, Eponine's eyes widened and she covered Azelma's and Gavroche's eyes quickly while closing her own and shuddering.
That night, Grantaire and Enjolras lay side by side.
"How did you know it was my cousin, mon cher?" Enjolras asked while twisting Grantaire's dark hair around his finger.
"T'was simple deduction, my dear Enjolras. It was really quite Elementary, my dear," Grantaire said in his fake British accent.
Enjolras hit Grantaire playfully with his pillow.
Grantaire awoke early to hear "Taps" being played on the flute. He ran down his stairs and out to a green where he saw Les Amis standing around something. Grantaire ran to them and saw Combeferre sprinkling ashes. He looked down and saw a marker with Enjolras' name. Grantaire began to sob. There would be no getting into pants ever. Jean Prouvaire touched his arm.
"Don't cry Grantaire. He's in a better place now."
"But I want to be there too."
Grantaire saw Enjolras' vest in Combeferre's arms.
"You deserve it more than I, Grantaire."
Grantaire took Enjolras' vest and cried softly into it. He walked slowly back to his flat. He sat down and held Enjolras' vest. He looked in the mirror. He saw, next to it, his crime solving notebook. He grabbed it and looked at it. He saw his pictures of him and Enjolras. He began to rip out each page. Suddenly, there was a knock at his door.
"Come in," Grantaire groaned.
Grantaire looked down and heard footsteps approaching the bed. He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, winecask. Don't cry."
Grantaire looked up and realized he was staring into the striking blue eyes of Enjolras. He touched his hand to see if Enjolras was real.
"Are you? Did I?"
"Yes, Grantaire. You succeeded."
Grantaire and Enjolras stared into each other's eyes. Enjolras leaned down and kissed Grantaire.
Meanwhile, Eponine, Gavroche, and Azelma were watching through the window.
"Isn't that so cute."
"Good job, Gavroche. Your plan really worked to get them together."
"How did you do it?"
"I asked Montparnasse to stab him but not to kill him. I made the owner of the café send Grantaire away. When Grantaire saw Enjolras and backed away. I took Enjolras, bandaged him, and told him of my plan. Enjolras was very much for it for he had always liked Grantaire but hid his affection. I told him that he had to pretend he was a ghost and tell Grantaire to avenge his death and he would let Grantaire sleep with him. Well, Montparnasse was Jean-Marc Enjolras and he played the part very well. The National Guardsman was actually Enjolras. I told the rest of Les Amis what happened after Bahorel beat up Montparnasse and Grantaire left. Then they took ashes out of the fireplace to act like Enjolras was cremated. Then Enjolras was told to wait until the right time."
The threesome watched in the window. Suddenly, Eponine's eyes widened and she covered Azelma's and Gavroche's eyes quickly while closing her own and shuddering.
That night, Grantaire and Enjolras lay side by side.
"How did you know it was my cousin, mon cher?" Enjolras asked while twisting Grantaire's dark hair around his finger.
"T'was simple deduction, my dear Enjolras. It was really quite Elementary, my dear," Grantaire said in his fake British accent.
Enjolras hit Grantaire playfully with his pillow.