"You're going to that waffle place again? What the hell man? I thought we'd been over this yesterday." Courfeyrac said with slight annoyance. Grantaire, for once, wasn't drinking anything. He was constantly tapping on the bar top with the tip of his finger and wiping his sweaty hand on his jeans, "Dude, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." Grantaire said. Courfeyrac raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Look, I met this guy yesterday. He's the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. He's practically an angel. He has this thing called goldfield syndrome which means he relives the same day over and over again."

Courfeyrac scratched his chin, "So when you went over there yesterday, he didn't remember you?"

"Yeah" Grantaire said sadly.

"Well, then just leave the guy alone. There's no way you'll be able to have a relationship with this guy."

"Oh, but you underestimate me my friend." Grantaire said with a smirk, "From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew that that guy has to be mine."

Courfeyrac sighed and shook his head, "You're crazy Grantaire."

Grantaire shrugged, "It runs in the family." Grantaire glanced up at the clock, and before Courfeyrac had even realised, he'd darted out the door to his rusty old red van, rummaging around in his jean pocket to retrieve his keys.

"Hey dude!" Courfeyrac shouted. Grantaire ignored Courfeyrac and jumped into the van and started the engine. He started driving over to the waffle place.

Xxx

About an hour later, Grantaire pulled over to the side of the road and jumped out of the van. He walked up to the door. As expected, Enjolras sat at the same table as yesterday reading the same book. Grantaire couldn't help but smile. He walked over to the counter and sat down. Cosette walked over and her jaw dropped. She grabbed her table rag and hit Grantaire on the arm with it. "What are you doing here?!" Grantaire shrugged innocently. Cosette hit him on the arm with the rag again. "Look, if you're here to talk to Enjolras again, you're going to be getting yourself in a whole lot of trouble. Seriously-"

"I promise I won't do anything, I just need to talk to him."

Cosette sighed, "If you dare hurt him in any way, I will skin you alive and make furniture out of your bones."

Grantaire smiled and turned to the blonde boy at the table. He took a deep breath and walked over. Cosette watched as Grantaire walked over to him. "Hey."

Enjolras glanced up, "Hey."

"I'm just going to go out on a limb here. I can't help but notice how much you look like Apollo."

Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "You mean the Greek god of music?" Grantaire nodded. Enjolras made a smirk, which then turned into a little chuckle, "Thanks. That's the first time anyone's compared me to a god before."

"I'm surprised. Hey, am I bothering you? I have the tendency to overstay my welcome."

Enjolras shook his head, "No. Have a seat." Grantaire sat opposite Enjolras.

"What're you reading?" Grantaire asked, even though he already knew.

"Just a book my friend recommended me." Enjolras said.

"Any good?"

Enjolras laughed, "No. It sucks. It's the most boring book I've ever read to be honest."

"Perhaps you should try something like the three musketeers by Alexandre dumas, or Animal Farm by George Orwell."

Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "Huh. No offence but you don't seem like one of those guys who actually reads for fun."

Grantaire laughed, "Well, I drink more than I read if that's what you mean."

Enjolras tilted his head and smiled, "You know, you seem somewhat familiar. Have we ever met before?"

Grantaire shrugged, "Not that I know of."

Enjolras sighed, "Must be in my head then. I get déjà vu quite a lot." Grantaire smirked. If only he knew.

Xxx

Marius walked into the bar and spotted Courfeyrac, sitting by himself sipping a beer. He walked over, "Hey Courf'. What was it you wanted to talk about?"

Courfeyrac motioned for him to take a seat next to him at the bar. Marius did so, "So, I was looking up goldfield syndrome-"

"What's goldfield syndrome?" Marius asked, stealing a sip of beer from Courfeyrac's glass.

"It's this thing where it makes you think you're living the same day over and over again. Anyway, Grantaire met this guy who has goldfield syndrome. I think he really likes this guy."

Marius frowned, "That's a little tragic."

"Well, Grantaire's trying to get this guy to fall in love with him."

"But what's the point in that if he's not going to remember him the next day?" Marius asked curiously.

"That's what I said. Grantaire's just going to end up with a broken heart at the end of this. We need to set Grantaire straight before he hurts himself." Marius nodded.

"Shame really…"

"What?"

"Well, it's just, Grantaire's never fallen in love with someone before. What if this guy truly is the one for him?" Courfeyrac shook his head and took a gulp oh his beer.

Xxx

Enjolras and Grantaire talked and talked. They probably could continue talking for the rest of their lives without having any awkward silences. They enjoyed each other's company. Enjolras glanced at his watch. It read eight PM. Had they really been talking for the whole day, "Hey, look at the time." Enjolras said, "I'd best be on my way."

"You driving?" Grantaire asked.

"No, I walked out here. I usually drive but my car's out of gas."

"You want a lift?" Grantaire asked with a cheeky smile.

Enjolras shrugged, "Ok, sure, why not." The two of them stood up. Enjolras walked outside. Cosette rushed over to Grantaire.

"Hey, um, can I have a word with you for a second?" She asked.

Grantaire shrugged, "Um, sure."

Cosette smiled, "I just wanted to say thank you."

Grantaire raised an eyebrow, "For what?"

"I've never seen Enjolras this happy. I think he really likes you. Thank you for making him smile for once."

Grantaire smiled, "Any time." Grantaire walked out of the waffle place and saw Enjolras standing by his van. It was the only car around so Enjolras just assumed it was Grantaire's. Enjolras chuckled as he examined the thing. "Is this your van?"

Grantaire shrugged, "Yeah."

"Wow, it's um…well it sucks." Enjolras said with a laugh.

Grantaire smirked, "Oh ha ha. Get in the car smart ass." Enjolras chuckled and they both jumped into the van. "So, where to?"

"I live fifteen minutes up the road." Enjolras said. Grantaire started driving the van, "Do you live near here Grantaire?"

"Uh, well not exactly. I live about an hour away."

Enjolras raised his eyebrows, "Really? Why are you out here then?"

Grantaire shrugged, "I'm…on a road trip."

Xxx

"Have you tried his mobile?" Jehan asked pacing up and down the hall.

"Yes, I've called about a million times. No answer. I've texted him but I think his phone is off." Combeferre said, running a hand through his hair.

"Uh, Jesus, what if something's happened to him?"

"Ok, let's just calm down. Enjolras can take care of himself, he's a grown man."

"But he's a grown man with goldfield syndrome. If he doesn't come home tonight, who knows what might happen tomorrow." Jehan said.

Combeferre pinched the bridge of his nose, "Oh god, oh god, oh god."

Xxx

Enjolras and Grantaire pulled over outside Enjolras's house. They both jumped out. "Big place you got here."

Enjolras shrugged, "I do share it with two other guys." Grantaire smirked, "Thanks for driving me home."

"Any time." Grantaire said with a smile. He looked into Enjolras's blue eyes. He'd probably never get tired of those gorgeous eyes. Enjolras smiled and Grantaire almost fainted. He moved in close to Enjolras and without hesitation, he kissed him. Enjolras placed his hand on Grantaire's chest and for a moment, Grantaire's life felt complete. He didn't care if Enjolras remembered him or not. He just knew he needed this man in his life.

Xxx

"Ok, it's like eight thirty dude!" Jehan said, freaking out, "Maybe we should call the police or something."

"Where the hell could he be? He's always back by four." Suddenly, they heard the front door unlock and then they heard the sound of keys hitting the table. They rushed out into the corridor where Enjolras was taking off his jacket.

"Hey guys."

"Enjolras, dude where've you been?!" Jehan said.

"I lost track of time. I was with a guy I met at the waffle house. He gave me a ride home."

Combeferre's eyes widened, "What?"

Enjolras shrugged, "Yeah, his name's Grantaire. He's real sweet. I think you guys will like him." Combeferre pushed passed Enjolras and rushed out the door. Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "Where's he going?"

Jehan bit his nail, "Uh…"

Combeferre ran down the road where he saw Grantaire, starting up his van, "Hey!" Grantaire looked at his side view mirror and saw Combeferre. Grantaire jumped out of the van. Combeferre walked up to him, "Are you Grantaire?"

Grantaire furrowed his eyebrows, "Yeah. Why?"

"I need to talk to you."

Grantaire smirked, "Dude, do I know you?"

"I'm Enjolras's best friend, and as his best friend I forbid you to ever see him again."

Grantaire's eyes widened, "What the hell?!"

"Enjolras isn't like other guys. He's different."

"Yeah I get it, he's got memory loss. I've been told like a million times."

"Then why do you keep coming back?! Just give up now, or you're going to hurt him and yourself!"

Grantaire crossed his arms, "You don't understand-"

"No, you don't understand. If you ever go near Enjolras ever again, you'll have me to deal with. Jehan and I have worked hard to protect Enjolras. We're not going to let some low life come and ruin it all." Grantaire sighed.

"Can I just say one thing?"

"What."

"Get Enjolras a new book to read. Like seriously, he hates that Shakespeare shit." Combeferre shook his head and walked away.

Combeferre walked back through the front door passed Jehan. Jehan tapped him on the shoulder, "'Ferre, what'd you say?" he whispered.

"I told him to stay away from E. Simple as." Combeferre whispered back so that Enjolras couldn't hear them.

Jehan sighed, "It's kind of a shame really. Enjolras seems a whole lot happier with that Grantaire guy in his life."

Combeferre pinched the bridge of his nose, "Well, tomorrow's just a brand new day right?" Combeferre started walking up the stairs.

Jehan sighed, "Not exactly brand new."

Xxx

The next day

Grantaire sat in his apartment curled up in a ball on the sofa. So far he'd eaten two tubs of ice-cream and had three beers. His best friend Eponine sat on the other end of the sofa, "So, you're in love with a guy who can only remember one day of his life?"

"Basically." Grantaire said, "And now I'll probably never see him again."

Eponine crossed her arms, "Well, technically Grantaire, you could still see him, just make sure his best friend doesn't find out."

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Grantaire asked, sitting up a little.

"Eh, you're a genius when it comes to this stuff. You'll figure something out Mon ami."

Grantaire sighed, "Alright…time to go into stalker mode."

Xxx

To be continued

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