A single spark (Modern Enjoltaire AU)

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Grantaire was a very unpopular, lazy, child, probably his whole school career. His only friends were Combeferre and Courfeyrac and other people he didn't know the names of.

At lunch he either sat alone or with the unknown people, since Combeferre and Courfeyrac were with their best friends and closest friends.

It didn't hurt Grantaire, however; he was never going to be considered anyone's favourite and he knew that.

Grantaire was in chess club and math and science team along with Courfeyrac and Combeferre. The meets were every tuesday, thursday, and Friday. The day just happened to be Tuesday and the final bell rang, meaning Grantaire was going to be assaulted by Courfeyrac in three, two-

Grantaire's knees buckled as Courfeyrac jumped on his back, kissing his cheek. "Did you hear? They're starting a new club at school! Well, the administration board isn't starting it but they are allowing a group of students to start it. I think the leader is calling it the ABC club or something," Courfeyrac rambled.

"And before you ask, it is not a spelling club. I already asked," Combeferre added and Grantaire snorted, leading them to the chess room.

"And the meeting are monday and Wednesday after school!" Courfeyrac piped up and Grantaire groaned.

"So if I happen to join this non-spelling club my whole week will be filled?" He asked and they nodded.

"I'd be against that but I kind of don't want to go home like, ever. . . So, when are signups?" He asked.

"You don't have to sign up for it. You can just go to meetings. The next one is tomorrow, I hope we see you there!" Combeferre said as they entered the chess room, sitting down.

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Grantaire slowly walked home, hesitating before opening the door. "Hello?" He called out, getting no response.

A crumbled note lay on the counter and he walked over and picked it up. he tore it to shreds and threw it in the recycling bin, hurrying to his room and slamming the door.

He opened the small refrigerator in his closet and pulled out a bottle of beer. He turned on his laptop and got on skype, calling Combeferre.

"Hi,whats u- Grantaire, are you drinking?" He asked and Grantaire set the bottle behind him.

"Only drinking this air."

"Grantaire, you know that's killing you," Combeferre sighed and Grantaire groaned.

"I know! It kills the brain cells! I'm not an idiot! My parents left again, so like, do you want to come over or something?" Grantaire asked and Combeferre sighed.

"I'm kind of busy. I'm sorry," Combeferre apologized and Grantaire smiled.

"It's fine. I'll Uh, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," he murmured and hung up, setting his laptop on the floor. After a while he stood up and opened his nightstand, pulling out a small box. He set it down and opened it, emptying its contents onto the nightstand.

He shakily grabbed one of the bigger blades and rubbed it against his skim, taking a shaky breath.

"Two months clean. . . Going down the drain," he winced as he pressed the blade into his skin, dragging it across his arm.

He slowly turned it. After a few jagged cuts he grabbed one of the smaller, thinner ones, pressing it against his upper thigh and lightly tearing his skin.

He slowly drew patterns and designs, ignoring the blood trickling down his leg.

Since he had memorized the body system, including where the main arteries and veins were, he knew where and where to cut that would produce the less blood and not kill him.

Although he had suffered many years, he knew that killing himself wasn't a good idea. Who knows, maybe he'd find the cure to cancer or something.

He grabbed the paper towels from his nightstand and pressed them against his arm and leg. He glanced at his guitar before standing up and moving to the chair, turning this amp on and strumming.

Someone knocked on the door and he grunted, letting them know they could enter. Courfeyrac poked his head into the room, smiling and waving at Grantaire.

"Combeferre told me you asked if he could come over. He's busy but, I'm not," he said and Grantaire smiled crookedly.

He knew very well that Courfeyrac most likely had plans, but at that moment he didn't care.

"I uh, I was planning on just ordering some pizza or something and watching movies," Grantaire said and Courfeyrac nodded. "I thought you and Jehan had a date," he said quietly and Courfeyrac shrugged.

"I talked to him and he's fine with rescheduling it to tomorrow after the meeting. You are coming?" He asked and Grantaire nodded.

"Who knows, maybe I'll make some more friends," he replied, cause them both to chuckle. "God, I'll probably piss everybody off in the first few minutes."

"There are going to be drinks. Joly is bringing them. I think you'll like him. I know you'll piss someone off, but just pretend to be engaged in the conversation or ignore it entirely," Courfeyrac said and Grantaire nodded slowly.

"I'll only go for the drinks," he stated and Courfeyrac nodded.

"I figured. What movies are we watching?"