Authors note: I forgot to say thanks to Kimi who wrote the second chapter for me when I was ill, so thanks Kimi! This has kind of turned into a sister collaboration, so, yeah.

Also, THANK YOU to all who reads this! You're amazing and it's really cool to have people reading my writing. It gives me more confidence and stuff so once again THANK YOU ALL! :)

So, Grantaire stayed away from Enjolras…for about two days. Well, at least he tried. Every day, at exactly ten o'clock, Grantaire would weight for Enjolras to walk into the waffle house. Every day he'd make up a stupid excuse to talk to Enjolras. For example, he'd say things like, 'do you know where the nearest gas station is?' and 'my car needs a jump start, could you help me out?' Grantaire would do whatever it took to just get the guy to talk to him. Sometimes he'd sit and talk with Enjolras like when they first met, but since Combeferre didn't want Grantaire getting too involved, Grantaire wouldn't stay too long.

Now, over the past few days, Jehan had noticed a slight mood change in Enjolras's behaviour. Enjolras had started humming whilst going through his work and he generally had more energy than usual. It was because he was somehow growing an attraction to Grantaire without even realising it himself. His mind told him that he had no idea who this man was, but his heart told him something else.

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Monday morning, or rather Friday morning in Enjolras's mind, Jehan was woken up by the loud banging on his bedroom door. Combeferre shouted, "Dude get up!" Jehan groaned in annoyance and rubbed his eyes. He quickly jumped out of bed and slipped into a white t-shirt and jeans. He glanced at the clock by his bedside table. It read five o'clock. He then walked down stairs and started the daily routine. Every morning Combeferre and Jehan would wake up really early so they could sort out a couple of essential things like putting out old newspapers, setting the date on the calendars to the wrong time and refilling Enjolras's shampoo bottle so he didn't notice a weight difference with the bottle.

After that was all done it was about seven o'clock. Jehan and Combeferre used to get pretty exhausted from all the rushing around, but they'd been doing it for a year now, and they were pretty used to it. These days, they were lucky if they got about five hours of sleep. Combeferre walked into the room and let out a sigh as he sat down at the table. Jehan sat opposite Combeferre with a glass of milk in his hand, "Well, glad that's sorted." Jehan said, trying to be optimistic. Combeferre shook his head and removed his glasses. He cleaned the lenses with the corner of his shirt. Combeferre didn't exactly look his age. He looked way too mature for a twenty-two year old. Perhaps it was the stress of looking after Enjolras that aged him. Jehan sipped some of his milk. "You know, we can't keep doing this you know."

"Doing what?" Combeferre asked.

Jehan rolled his eyes, "THIS. Reliving the same day. You know, one day Enjolras is going to wake up one morning and realise he's aged ten years."

"Don't you think I know that?" Combeferre said in a somewhat pained tone.

"What are we supposed to do when that day does come?"

Combeferre shook his head, "Well to be honest Prouvaire I don't know. I don't know what's going to happen when that day comes, but we can't worry about the future. We have to focus on the present."

Jehan sighed and took a small sip of his milk. He tapped his finger against the side of his cup, making a high pitch pinging noise. Five seconds later, Enjolras came down the stairs, "Morning Enjolras." They both said.

"Hey guys." He said, "How long have you guys been up?"

"Just a couple of minutes." Combeferre lied.

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Courfeyrac sat in the usual bar, texting Grantaire.

Courfeyrac: R, where the hell are you?

Grantaire: I'm busy

Courfeyrac: …

Courfeyrac: You're stalking that guy again! Dude, stalking isn't healthy, it's creepy and weird!

Grantaire: Technically it's not stalking. It's not like I'm following him around and stuff, I just talk to him every day, is that so bad?

Courfeyrac: Why is it you have to see this guy every day? It's not like he remembers you!

Grantaire: Well, to be honest I don't know! Maybe it's because this guy is special.

Courfeyrac: You're going to regret this mate.

Grantaire: To be honest, I don't really care anymore ;)

Courfeyrac: I'm serious Grantaire! You're messing with things you shouldn't be messing with!

Courfeyrac: Grantaire?

Courfeyrac: Hello?

Courfeyrac sighed and put the phone down on the table. Grantaire was his best friend. He would practically die if his friend got hurt and in a situation like this, he was practically setting himself up for heart break, but then again, seeing Grantaire so happy after talking to Enjolras, it made Courfeyrac happy to see him happy. He wasn't really sure what to do. Courfeyrac sighed and took a sip of his beer.

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Grantaire walked through the waffle house and as usual, it was as busy as ever. It'd been raining so his hair and clothes were practically soaking. Cosette smiled as he walked in, "Hey there Grantaire." Over the past month Cosette and Grantaire had become somewhat friends. Cosette liked Grantaire because he made Enjolras happy and hardly anyone made Enjolras happy. Cosette and Enjolras had been friends for years, sadly they hardly ever got to talk to each other because Cosette always had busy shifts.

Grantaire took a seat at the counter, "Hey Cosette. Been busy?"

Cosette shrugged, "As busy as usual. Enjolras isn't in yet by the way." Grantaire smiled at her, "It's really thoughtful of you to come here every day just to talk to the guy. You make Enjolras smile."

Grantaire raised an eyebrow, "He doesn't even know me."

Cosette shrugged, "He does, he just doesn't think he does." Grantaire smirked. To be honest, Grantaire wasn't entirely sure why he comes here. He knew that the only way he'd ever be able to date Enjolras was in his dreams, and yet, he still came here every day. A few minutes later, Enjolras walked through the door. He took his wet raincoat off and walked over to his usual seat. Grantaire smirked when he realised that Combeferre had actually listened to his advice and bought Enjolras a new book to read. "Well, are you going to talk to him or are you just going to sit here?" Cosette said with a cheeky grin. Grantaire sighed and looked over to Enjolras who was now reading his new book which he'll probably never finish.

Grantaire was about to walk over to Enjolras when suddenly, Enjolras's attention was drawn to the man sitting at the table in front of him. The man was reading a newspaper. Enjolras blinked his eyes a few times, looking at the newspaper in the man's hands. Enjolras stood up and walked over to the man, "Excuse me sir, can I see your paper for a second?" The man shrugged and handed Enjolras the newspaper. Enjolras was stunned into silence when he read the date on the paper.

"Um, sir, is something wrong?" The man asked.

Enjolras blinked his eyes again, "Um…what's the date?"

"Um, March 1st, 2013."

Enjolras ran a hand through his hair, "Wait, that's impossible. Is this a joke?" The man shook his head, not really sure why Enjolras looked so confused.

Cosette shook her head, "Oh no. No, no, no." Cosette rushed over from behind the counter and walked over to Enjolras, "Enjolras listen-" Cosette put her hand on his shoulder only to have it knocked away.

"2013?" Enjolras ran out of the door into the pouring rain, forgetting his raincoat at the table. Cosette sighed.

"This can't be happening." Cosette pulled her phone out of her pocket and texted Combeferre.

Cosette: We've got a bad day 'Ferre

Combeferre: Seriously? Where's Enjolras?

Cosette: I think he's going back home

Combeferre: Follow him

Cosette put her phone into her pocket and grabbed her coat that was sitting on the counter. Cosette rushed out of the door. Grantaire followed her out, "Hey wait!" He shouted.

"I don't have time Grantaire!" Cosette said in a rush.

"I'll drive you to Enjolras's house." He said. Cosette sighed and turned to him, "Come on, we gotta go!"

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A few minutes later

Enjolras arrived outside his house. He walked up to the door, not really caring about his hair and clothes getting soaked. Enjolras struggled to get the key in the door because his hands were shaking like hell. He finally managed to get the door open. Combeferre stood in the hallway. Enjolras was panting at this point. "What is going on?!" Enjolras voice cracked midsentence. Before anyone could say anything more, Cosette and Grantaire walked through the door. Grantaire closed the door behind him.

"You? I thought I told you to stay out of this!" Combeferre said through gritted teeth.

"Who are you?" Enjolras asked, his confusion only growing stronger, "I want answers and I want them now. If this is just some stupid joke I swear to god-"

"It's not a joke Enjolras." Jehan said, "It's kind of complicated…"

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After about an hour of explaining what had actually happened to him, Enjolras wasn't sure what to do. He'd missed a year of his life. He sat at the kitchen table. His head in his hands and his elbows resting on the table top. He was hiding his face. He hated it when people saw him cry. It made him feel weak. Jehan, Combeferre, Cosette and Grantaire sat in the room next door. "Is this the first time this has happened?" Grantaire asked.

"Fifth. Three times last year and twice this year." Combeferre said. "I told you not to get involved in this. Why didn't you listen to me?" Combeferre asked calmly as he could.

Grantaire shrugged, "I…I guess it's because I'm a little in love with that guy."

"Don't get mad at Grantaire." Cosette said, "Ever since Grantaire came into Enjolras's life, he's been as happy as a clown." The room went silent when Enjolras walked through the doorway. His eyes were slightly red from crying. He had one hand in his hair at the back of his head. He could feel the bump where he'd been hit. It kind of freaked him out, "Enjolras, if you have any questions feel free to ask them."

Enjolras sighed, "So… you guys live the same day over and over again for my sake?" Combeferre and Jehan nodded, "Wow… I don't know what to say…must be pretty tough huh?"

"We're used to it." Combeferre said with a slight smirk.

"Hey E, we all know that this is probably a lot to take in in one day but tomorrow you won't even remember any of this." Jehan pointed out.

Enjolras rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He then noticed Grantaire standing in the corner of the room. Enjolras raised an eyebrow, "Um, do I know you?"

"Enjy, you're sort of dating him." Cosette pointed out.

Enjolras eyes widened, "What?"

Grantaire smirked, "Sorry I'm not better looking."

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(That night)

Enjolras had spent the day recapping on all that he'd missed. He knew that he wouldn't remember it the next morning, but he still wanted to know. Enjolras had fallen asleep on the sofa. Grantaire stood at the doorway. Combeferre walked over to him, "So, what now?" Grantaire asked.

"Well, nothing really."

"So you're seriously going to continue doing this every day for the rest of your life? There's got to be a better way Combeferre. This isn't healthy for you or for Enjolras." Grantaire said. Combeferre sighed, knowing he was right.

"So…what do you propose?"

Grantaire had a moment to think and then said, "I think…I think I have an idea. It might not work, but it's worth a shot."

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To be continued! Comments are loved :)