8: Shopping

Jesus, guys, I'm so so so sorry. My life was a mess recently. I kinda relapsed and my whole life went to hell for a moment. I promise this is not abandoned, I just need to collect my pieces.

I promise to write more often and I am really sorry, feel free to insult me all you want.

Also this chapter is crap cause I had literally no idea how to do this. Sorry again.

Also sorry for unnecessary outlook into my life that happened there.

Story continues in next chapters, so stay tuned :)

It was raining so heavily that when Grantaire went out of their apartment this day he was quite sure someone out there should start building ark. He dismissed his thought as ridicoulous, damn, he wasn't even a believer, yet such weird thoughts were coming to his mind. He pulled the hood f his jacket over his head as he went down the street, his hair curling wildly.

He rushed, hoping to manage to do what he planned before Enjolras comes back from his classes. He didn't actually planned to realize his plan today, but, well, he just didn't feel like going to his course today, so he decided to just let it go. And since he had nothing else to do...

Music shop was in the narrow street, hidden in the corner. He was coming there sometimes, just to look, he couldn't afford any of the shiny guitars anyway.

Well, not until today.

He smiled shyly to young woman over the counter, and she smiled back, polite and disinterested.

The thing was he was always so awkward. Words didn't work for him. Really, nothing worked for him besided paints, pencils and canvas... Or t least not until he was drunk. But he promised...

Grantaire shaked his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Then he did it again, just to be sure and also because water was trickling down his neck. He smiled again, awkward smile and asked the woman about the one specific guitar he had in mind.

He spent almost two months doing research, asking his friends and making sure Enjolras knew nothing about his plan. But it was worth it, right?

He never learned to play anything more than some basic chords on piano, and his singing could kill people in very wide range. But Enjolras, perfect in every way Enjolras, was of course just as talented as he was beautiful.

And his birthday was next week.

So bass guitar it was, and somehow R managed to make the woman understand him and miraculously he had enough money and really, given his luck or rather lack of thereof, it was rare strike of fate that everything went well.

He was walking home almost jumping from joy and couldn't help imagining his boyfriend's face as he unwraps his present.