A/N Guess what? I'm not dead. I hope you guys know that I still love you guys and feel extremely bad about not posting anything new and stuff, it's just my life has been crazy. Like, dingo ate my baby crazy.
Hope you guys can relate and aren't to mad at me for leaving for a while.
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June, 4-1832
Jehan pranced about his flat, placing pillows and blackest about the couch and picking out a few good poetry books that were soon to be read.
It was friday night and that meant it was book night for him and Bahorel.
Yes, he knew if the others ever found out that Bahorel would freak and probably take away their little special time that they had together, but he risked it every friday night because this was what kept him going through the week. When everything else went wrong as long as he got to sit down with Bahorel and read some poetry, perhaps a fairytale or two, everything was all better.
Just as Jehan found the perfect book to read that night, there was a fist slamming against his door.
Laughing quietly to himself, he figured Bahorel had decided to come early this time, and probably wanted something to eat.
As the smaller man opened the door, he was surprised to see Enjolras standing in front of him, hair wild and curly as always and blue eyes full of excitement, most likely for tomorrow.
"E-enjolras?" Jehan stuttered, "What are you doing here?"
Suddenly the young leader's posture was not perfect, his eyes seemed a bit dimmer and he fiddled with his hands as a young boy would.
"I um, I needed to talk to you… Well, we all did. I mean-we don't need to talk to you, it's just we thought maybe we should all be together today.."
Jehan nodded his head slightly, taking in what the younger but larger man was saying then he paused, "Wait-We?"
And suddenly, Enjolras grinned and stepped inside and was followed by Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Gavroche, Feuilly, Marius, Bossuet, Joly, and Grantaire.
Jehan smiled as his friends entered into his flat, "You're all right. We should be together."
"It's the night before we become historic, is it not?!" Grantaire shouted, grinning wildly and taking a swing of the bottle he held in his hand.
Jehan couldn't help but smile. "True my friend. In the days that follow this one, why we may not even have time for things like this anymore, the people will be asking for our help to push forward the new government."
He looked over to see Enjolras smiling, as a father would when watching his son take his first steps.
As the men began to take their places and talk amongst themselves, Bahorel walked straight into Jehan's flat holding onto a wrapped gift and froze when he saw everyone who sat around the room. "Jehan?"
Jehan bit his lip, "Yes?"
"It's friday, is it not?"
"Indeed, it is, Bahorel. But it is also the night before the great revolution. Perhaps we should spend it with all of our friends?"
Bahorel didn't take much convincing, and handed the gift over to Jehan which he unwrapped eagerly and grinned as he saw the poetry book that was now in his hands.
"Do you mind if I read from it?"
Bahorel shook his head, and took a swig of Grantaire's wine bottle. "Go ahead little man."
Jehan smiled to himself as he glanced around the room at his friends and began to read.
He read from the book for what seemed to be a few hours, but was probably longer.
As he reached the last page, he stifled a yawn and looked up at his friends who all lay about his flat, not one of them awake anymore.
Combeferre was leaned back against the wall, and Enjolras' head was rested in his lap while clutching a blanket around his marble frame.
Grantaire had fallen asleep snuggled up with his wine bottle and was muttering nonsense about greek gods.
Feuilly and Marius were both asleep on a chair meant for one, but with the size of the men's bodies it really didn't matter.
On the floor next to Grantaire was Bossuet, Joly, and Bahorel who had been playing a poker game that had no been long forgotten, and some of the cards lay twisted in Bahorel's hair.
And on the couch lay Courfeyrac, stroking Gavroche's matted blonde locks, as the two both struggled to keep their eyes open, he muttered, "Finish reading, mon ami. We're still listening."
Jehan swallowed the lump in his throat that seemed to grow simply from seeing his friends like this and knowing what tomorrow was, he took a deep breath and read,
"Dear grim reaper I'd like to warn,
That I won't run like most
I will not flee, I will not hide
This is not a proud boast.
It's not a threat or a challenge
Just a promise what's to come
When we are face to face, this warrior
will not succumb
To fear to doubt or regret 'cause
For years I have now walked
The path that so many have only
Dreamed and wished and talked
I know you wait until some are
Breaking down and quite old
Know regardless of my grey
I'll always be this bold
Come for me while I'm strong
In muscle and in mind
Come for me before my ears
Go deaf and eyes go blind
And though the outcome's definite
I only have one goal
When I do battle with you, it's
To exact a great toll
I do not doubt your victory
But I assure you one truth
If you come for me while I am
Still in my years of youth
When you are finished, you will have
To stop and take a breath
You'll know it was a warrior
That has just battled death."
Just as the last words were uttered from Jehan's lips, he raised his eyes from the new pages to see Courfeyrac and Gavroche now fast asleep like all the others.
The clock suddenly seemed louder, and it seemed as though the seconds went by faster than ever.
Jehan didn't sleep that night, he simply soaked in the presence of his friends.
Little did he know that tomorrow he, and all his friends would suffer a warriors death.
A/N
I hope you guys liked it, and once again so sorry for disappearing for so long, I still love all of you and hope you can forgive me! Please review, follow, favorite and also request!