A/N I can't even to begin to thank all of my followers enough for the support you all guys have shown! It really means a lot to me. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. You'll finally get to know what happened when Marius and Cosette went out for date night! Yay!
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The front doors of the house shut with a click behind Marius and Cosette.
The amis glanced around anxiously, as if expecting something to explode now that they were gone.
"Are the kids already asleep? And if so, can I join them?" Courfeyrac asked while stifling a yawn.
Combeferre shook his head, "No Courfeyrac. You can't go to sleep. We're watching the kids, and we will behave as mature adults. Do you understand?"
Courfeyrac nodded, fighting to keep his eyelids open.
"And that goes for the rest of you. Do you all understand?" Combeferre eyed the group warily.
Enjolras nodded, looking like he was the only one who was actually listening and actually cared for that matter.
"Good." Combeferre said, looking around the group once more, his eyes widened for a moment then his body tensed, "Where is-"
A loud crashing noise coming from the kitchen.
The group of friends made their way into the room which stood close to the living room, then were all stunned into silence at what they saw.
All but Enjolras who spoke up, "Well, great job Grantaire. We came here to babysit Marius and Cosette's children and you destroy their entire collection of wine."
Combeferre could see the tears welling up in Grantaire's eyes and tried to quiet Enjolras, but couldn't before the frustrated blonde spat out, "You've already gone and ruined everything."
Glancing at the wine-covered floor, Grantaire made his way out of the room, remarkably not stepping on a shard of glass.
Combeferre turned to Enjolras, and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Was that really necessary, Enjolras?"
Enjolras parted his lips to answer, but closed them when he heard screaming coming from the living room.
A scream that was clearly not Grantaire's
"Who are we missing now?" Combeferre demanded, looking around the group, only to find that both jehan and Feuilly were missing.
He quickly ran towards the screaming to find the Pontmercy's oldest son holding a pair of scissors in his right hand, and a fist full of Jehan's hair, mingled with Feuilly's hair in the other.
Jehan was crying softly and clutching onto Feuilly's arm while the fan maker pulled a hat over his remaining hair.
"He came out of no where!" Feuilly exclaimed, and Combeferre's eyes grew wide as he saw the boy begin to charge towards Enjolras, who must have looked like the jackpot of hair to cut of in his mind.
Combeferre stood in front of his young friend and placed both hands on his head to protect his own hair, but nothing happened.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Bahorel holding the boy up with one arm, pressing him against the wall, and duck taping him into place with the other arm.
After the boy had been secured to the wall, Bahorel grinned and shoved the handful of hair he had cute off into the child's mouth.
Combeferre placed a hand to his forehead and shook his head. This could not all be happening.
There was another scream, and then squeals of delight.
Combeferre and Enjolras stepped out into the hallway together, both terribly afraid of what was to come.
What sight lay before their eyes, caused Enjolras to chuckle lightly and Combeferre's jaw to drop.
Grantaire was running down the hall with the rest of the Pontmercy children, littering the hallway with toilet paper, while carrying the youngest child in his arms.
Behind him, ran the Pontmercy's twin daughters, streaking deodorant across the hallway walls, and grinning as if it were christmas.
"What is happening?!" Combeferre exclaimed, while beginning to run after Grantaire.
The run, however was short lived. For he tripped on some of the toilet paper which was laying about and landed on his back, groaning and still reaching for the shrinking Grantaire who had not stopped as Combeferre hit the floor.
Enjolras ran after Grantaire, and nearly slipped but caught himself on the deodorant covered walls before hitting the ground.
Once he reached his dark-haired friend, he snatched the baby away and scowled, "You could have dropped the baby!"
"Sorry Apollo!" Grantaire laughed, and ran into the living room with the twins.
Enjolras groaned and began to make his way back to the living room while holding the baby.
However he did not want to risk tripping and dropping the baby, so he cut through the dinning room where Combeferre was laying on the dinning room table, with his shirt off and Bahorel was acting as a chiropractor.
"I still don't see why my shirt had to come off-" Combeferre began, but stopped when Bahorel cut him off.
"Just trust me Combfairy! Everything is gonna be fine. I've fixed my own back, many a time."
Enjolras was about to call Bahorel out on that lie when an explosion of papers came from the other room and landed all about the dining room.
"What in the world.. What was that?"
Combeferre began to sit up and glance about the room.
"Uh!" Bahorel got a closer look at what was on the papers and found it was the essay Combeferre had been working on for a week now, night and day to make sure it was perfect.
"NOTHING! Especially not any of your school papers!" The largest man lied.
"What?!" Combeferre began to sit up, and Bahorel seemed to panic, which led to his automatic reaction of bringing his fist down upon his friend's skull.
Enjolras watched as Combeferre's body went limp and stared at Bahorel in horror. However he could only give him a disapproving look for a split second, because the Pontmercy twins grabbed Bahorel by the arms and pulled him into the living room, a makeup kit in hand.
All of this that had happened, caused the baby and Enjolras to start crying, both for what they had just witnessed and for the fact that they were both thoroughly confused.
When Enjolras carried the baby into the living room, he saw the walls covered in paintings, one of him standing on a table giving a speech.
He searched for Grantaire momentarily but stopped when he saw him asleep on the floor, paint in his dark curly hair.
He made his way over to where his friend lay, and curled up next to him, while holding the baby. The three all fell asleep despite what was still happening.
Bahorel struggled against the two young girls, but it was no use. His face was already covered in makeup and now they were forcing on one of Cosette's tiny blouses onto his bulky frame.
He cried out for Courfeyrac repeatedly, for he was the only one he had not seen in a while and wondered what had become of his friend. Likely something horrendous just as he was experiencing now..
Courfeyrac could have sworn he heard someone shout for him, but as he pulled the earbud out of his ear he heard nothing, so replaced the music into his ear and sunk deeper into his bubble bath. Yes, it had been hard to find the soap and get the water to the right temperature, but after this he was headed to bed, and that would make up for his struggles.
He was, however going to make sure his friends knew just how upset he was that they had not come when he called for their help in finding the soap.
He always made sure he was there when they needed help.
A/N there you have it. Just what happened to the amis while babysitting. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I know it's not my best writing, so sorry for that. But I still hope you liked it.
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