Yeah, I know I should be working on other ones. But this is cute and fun and :)
-Marseillaise
im druink1! –R
Enjolras rolled his eyes and texted back, No surprises there. Why did you feel that I needed to know this information?
yoiu dontr care? L -R
No, I don't. Go to sleep, it's three in the morning. –Enjolras
Y r u up atthree inn the mojrning? –R
I'm working on a paper. Stop texting me. –Enjolras
Nooooo. –R
Irritated, Enjolras turned off the notifications of his texts and went back to his paper, which was about gender equality. He must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, it was seven o'clock in the morning and La Marseillaise, his alarm, was playing. He rubbed his eyes and picked up his phone. Thirty-eight unread messages. Stupid Grantaire. He didn't even bother looking at them, and headed out the door. It was foggy and a bit crisp, but nothing really.
Enjolras walked down to the coffee shop a block down and ordered a coffee. The pretty girl who was at the counter was still trying to flirt with him. He resolved to go to a different Starbucks for a few weeks.
Leaving the shop, he walked back to the flat he shared with Combeferre. The other student wasn't awake yet, which didn't surprise Enjolras. He sat in the kitchen with his laptop and tried vainly to work on his paper while not falling asleep while drinking coffee to battle the sleepiness. It didn't work great, but Enjolras managed not to spill coffee on himself or the laptop, and he got half a page typed. So it wasn't a complete fail.
Combeferre walked into the kitchen and saw a half-awake Enjolras thriving on coffee and willpower. He rolled his eyes and went back into his bedroom to get dressed.
"I'm having Azelma, Gavroche, Han, and Luke over today so that Courfeyrac and Éponine can go on a date. Is that fine?"
Enjolras grunted, obviously tired. "So you can kiss Azelma, you mean. Yeah, that's fine. I still have about five more pages of this paper to write and revise before I post it."
Rolling his eyes, Combeferre said, "your blog? What was it called again?"
"Mots pour l'Abaissé."
"Oh, I remember. Yeah, Courfeyrac about fainted because you used a pun. Words for the debased. Interesting title, whatever."
"Over five thousand people follow it."
Combeferre's eyes bugged out. "Five thousand? That's amazing!"
"Mm."
Combeferre nodded. "This is the product of three hours of sleep, okay. So, Éponine's siblings are coming over in two hours."
"Mm."
"Good to know. I'm going to discuss poetry."
"Mm."
"Enjolras, you know that you should probably get more than three hours of sleep a day, right?"
"Mm."
"Whatever."
Combeferre went off to text Jehan about poetry.
XXX
Jehan yawned and sat up. His phone buzzed. Picking it up, he saw a text from Courfeyrac.
GOOD MORNINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! –Courf
Hi! –Jehan
Today would be a good day to ask Corset on a date. Girls like Sunday afternoon walks in the garden. –Courf
…And you would know this, right? –Jehan
Totally! I dated this one girl for two months. Two whole months! And I walked in the garden on Sunday with her. –Courf
Jehan sighed and replied, I'm not in love with Cosette!
Don't deny yourself. –Courf
I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH COSETTE! –Jehan
Pretend I'm Cosette. What would you say? –Courf
Just then, another text came in, from Combeferre. Unfortunately, Jehan didn't notice that this was a new person, and he texted I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH YOU! –Jehan
That's…great…-Combeferre
OMG sorry 'Ferre! I was texting Courf. –Jehan
…And you're not in love with Courfeyrac either, I take it? –Combeferre
No. Plus, he's dating Éponine. –Jehan
You and Courfeyrac would be cute. –Combeferre
This is a really awkward conversation. I'm going to go get food, okay? Txt you in 15. –Jehan
Jehan put his phone down like it was a bomb, and went into the kitchen to go get some breakfast. Sometimes it's good being the only child, he thought.
Pouring some cereal, he sat down at the table and got out a book. It was interesting, an hour later, he remembered his promise to text Combeferre. Rolling his eyes, he put his bowl in the dishwasher and went back upstairs to his phone.
Giving Cosette the silence treatment is not going to get her to like you, fyi. –Courfeyrac
Hello? –Combeferre
Hello? –Combeferre
I'm sorry! –Combeferre
Quickly, he texted back Combeferre, but realized he had to go to the library. I have 2 go 2 the lib. Sorry, ttyl. –Jehan
He hurriedly got ready, then biked to the library. He worked Sunday mornings in the children's section, which was a ton of fun. While he had a few minutes rest, he decided to text Cosette (he had gotten her number at the party).
Hey, it's Jehan –Jehan
Hi Jehan! It's Jerry from StateFarm. –Cosette
Hi Jerry from StateFarm. –Jehan
Sooo…can I help you? –Cosette
No, I thought you were Cosette :P –Jehan
That's my evil twin. Sorry. –Cosette
If you want to seem anon, you might consider changing your signature. It says Cosette. –Jehan
I know that. I was being sarcastic. I have not had enough coffee today. –Cosette
How much coffee have you had? –Jehan
I stopped counting after the third cup. –Cosette
Bye now. Must direct young children to the graphic novels. –Jehan
…Okay, then. Have fun. –Cosette
Jehan smiled, and, after directing the kid to the Spiderman graphic novels, realized that he really liked talking to Cosette. He didn't have a crush on her, no way. But she was pretty nice.
XXX
Azelma, Gavroche, Han, and Luke all came in the station wagon that Éponine drove.
"I don't need to be babysat!" insisted Gavroche.
Éponine rolled her eyes. "Last time I left you by yourself, you managed to demolish half the trailer. Now be good."
Gavroche rolled his eyes. Combeferre, observing this communication, quickly texted Bahorel.
Can you come over? Gav's here. –Combeferre
Yah, b there in 5.–B-man
Han, ever the nuisance in the day, appeared not to be an early bird. After yawning twice, he conked out on the sofa.
Luke, on the other hand, was very energetic. While not as crazy as his brother, he could still be quite the annoying child. Enjolras finally calmed him down by talking to him about the French Revolution, as he was re-writing his essay for History class.
An hour later, Luke was looking with adoring eyes up at Enjolras, nodding and hanging on to every word. Gavroche and Bahorel were outside playing football with Han, and Azelma and Combeferre were snuggling on the couch.
Bahorel came in a few minutes later, asking Combeferre where the medical supplies were.
Azelma jumped up and looked at Bahorel with a threat in her eyes just like her sister.
"If you hurt one of them…"
"Relax. Han tripped and fell. He scraped his arm on a rock."
"How bad is it?"
"Two band-aids. Maybe three."
Bahorel had Han fixed up in no time (he had had lots of experience from his boxing career), who insisted that he was okay, and wanted to go back to football. He also insisted that he needed cookies, but that wish was not granted.
XXX
Cosette had spent the morning painting her nails. She wasn't all preppy and obsessed with that kind of thing, but it was still fun. She chose a light mint green that went well with her eyes. She texted Jehan a bit, but then he had to go attend to children. So she painted little pink hearts on her left thumbnail. She didn't think she could pull it off on her other nail, and decided that one heart was better than one heart and one crappy-looking heart.
Standing up, she stretched and walked downstairs. Her father was reading a book on the sofa. She joined him, thinking that she needed a good book idea.
Book ideas, M. Librarian? –Cosette
Do you like Spiderman graphic novels? –Jehan
Not really.–Cosette
Spy novels? –Jehan
No. –Cosette
Historical romance? –Jehan
…How many of those have you read? –Cosette
A lot J -Jehan
…Okay, then. –Cosette
I like Jane Eyre. Even though everyone reads it. –Jehan
Never read it. –Cosette
Read it J -Jehan
Will do. Merci. –Cosette
De rien! –Jehan
Cosette smiled and walked to the library.