Here is the next chappie! I'm having a bit of writer's bloc, so updates may slow down after this.
Harvard University, March 15th, Present Day.
The Friday before Spring Break. A dangerous time. Not because of wind and weather, but because of students. Students who can't pay attention. And teachers, who try and cram in so much before the break. Marius Pontmercy struggled to pay attention as his professor talked about "imperatives" and "partnerships". But he was a bit busy doing more important things. A chat window popped up on his computer. It was from Courfeyrac, Marius's roommate, who was sitting two rows behind him.
FrenchKissesandRoses: Dude, wat r u doing? It's your day to take notes! I was out last night and I need sleep :(
Marius winced. Whoops. Speaking of partnerships...
Dontlistentowilliam: Sorry Courf, I forgot
FrenchKissesandRoses: What r u doing?
Dontlistentowilliam: Looking on whitepages
FrenchKissesandRoses: Y? Wait, wait, don't tell me...
Dontlistentowilliam: I'm looking for Cosette
FrenchKissesandRoses: Dude? Again? You saw her, like, once!
Dontlistentowilliam: It was love at first sight
Serendipitydrunk has joined the chat
Serendipitydrunk: gag
Dontlistentowilliam: R, shouldn't you be in class?
Serendipitydrunk: just got out
FrenchKissesandRoses: Good, could you come give stupid cupid here a slap over the head?
Dontlistentowilliam: Says the guy who has a different girlfriend about every other week
FrenchKissesandRoses: Meaning I don't stalk one chick in the middle of class when it's my turn to take notes! R u even any closer to knowing who she is?
Dontlistentowilliam: Her name is Cosette. She's a design major.
Serendipitydrunk: bravo sherlock. i could have told you that. she's in my class
Dontlistentowilliam: What! Why didn't you tell me, R?
Serendipitydrunk: i will say this only one more time. you. are. a. creepy. stalker.
Marius groaned and put his head in his hands as the bell finally rang. He met Courfeyrac outside the door.
"Stupid cupid," muttered Courfeyrac as they walked back to the dorms.
"Womanizer," replied Marius, as they passed Enjolras giving a speech about student government.
"Ditz," Courfeyrac snorted as he waved to Jehan, who was under a tree.
"Loon," said Marius, shoving Courfeyrac a bit with his shoulder as they walked up to the second floor in the dorms.
"Sissy."
"Dandy."
"Pizza boy."
Marius started as he was about to open the door. "Where did that come from?"
Courfeyrac grinned. "I can always tell when you're thinking of that girl 'cause your face turns bright red. Like pizza sauce!"
Marius frowned. "It does not! And 'that girl' has a name!"
Courfeyrac laughed. "You're redder than a Valentine's day heart!"
"I am not!"
"Are so!"
"Am not!"
"Are so!"
"Are so, what?" asked a young voice from inside the room.
Marius, who had just walked into the room, looked at his bed and saw a young child laying down on it, his head on the edge of the bed and his feet propped up against the wall.
Marius smiled. "Good to see you too, Gavroche."
The boy sat up, his blond hair partly covering his eyes. "Are we going yet?"
Courfeyrac laughed as he shut the door behind him. "Patience, child. We just got back."
Gavroche frowned. "Oh."
He turned to Marius. "Are you okay?"
Marius blinked. "I'm fine, why?"
Gavroche shrugged. "Your face is really red, that's all."
Marius groaned as Courfeyrac burst out in a laughing fit.
Meanwhile...
If you looked at the meeting spot, you would think it was just another sleazy motel. But you would be wrong. This sleazy motel was special. Two men sat in a dimly lit room, facing each other. They were complete opposites, one short and fat, the other tall and thin.
"Have they found it yet?" asked the thin one.
The short one shook his head. "They say they are closing in, but honestly, with those grunts, who can tell?"
The thin one snorted. "If they found it, they would be too dumb to recognize it anyway."
Shorty smirked and flipped open his phone. "We, on the other hand, have a lead."
Thin raised an eyebrow. "What's that?"
Shorty pulled up a screenshot of three very confused looking scientists looking at some numbers on a screen. "Apparently, these guys were scanning some cave in West Virginia and got loads of interference. The problem is, no one's been down there in years, so it couldn't be electrical. There's no radiation either."
Thin took the phone and grinned. "So it has to be..."
Shorty returned the grin. "This is it, Blaine. This is our ticket to the big leagues. Once we get our hands on that piece of metal..."
He balled his fists and laughed evilly. "Mwahahahaha!"
A little while later, Blaine followed suit. "Muahahaha!"
"Mwahahahahahahahahaha!"
"Muahahahaha!
"Mwah."
"Muaha..."
"..."
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Guys, I can't really update if I feel like no one is reading this. If something is wrong with the story, please leave a review so i can make it better.
Thank you.
Maveriqua