Apollo and Patria (Les Mis Fanfic Modern AU)

Chapter 3 - English with the Guys

So yes, I went through the 'new student' phase again and got myself a seat between Jehan and Grantaire. 

So, the lesson we had was about the different types of literature. I can't believe that there are 2 main types (Prose and Poetry) yet they still have smaller branches. I guess English is complex. I stole a look from Jehan's notes, which undoubtedly, had drawing of flowers at the edges. Gah. I don't mind it though. Saying that Jehan adores flowers would be an understatement. He LOVES them. 

I smiled at a simple memory.

~~~ 

Enjolras was tired from the rally. The Les Amis and I were at Café Musian, messing around. Trying to annoy the Chief. Jehan came in late. He was carrying a picnic basket. All of us were confused, it was night already. What does Jehan have inside the basket?  

I raised an eyebrow at him, as if asking, 'What are you doing Prou-Prou?'  

He shused me and called Enjolras.  

"Enjolras?"  

No response. Still scribbling down ideas.  

"Enjolras.", Jehan called a little bit louder.  

Still, no response.  

I screamed at Enjolras at the top of my lungs, "Oh for God's sake, Enjolras. Jean Prouvaire has been calling you!"  

And he turned and spoke to Jehan, merely registering the fact that I had shouted on him, "What was it that you want, Prouvaire?" 

Jehan, being the sweet guy that he is turned towards me and mouthed a 'Thank you' before responding to Enjolras' question.  

"Eh. Have a lavender cookie.", he said, handing Enjolras one.  

We bursted into laughter, oh my god. It was not Jehan we were laughing at. It was Enjolras' face, which kinda looks like a, 'Prouvaire I have no time for this. But yes, I'll have a cookie. Now go on.' face. He got himself a cookie. I mean, it's a crime to reject Jehan's cookies! They're like the best things. 

Then, Enjolras turned to me and said, "Thenardier, the next time you laugh like a hyena, I'm putting a barricade between us." 

It was kind of immature, but I stuck my tongue out at him and let out big whoops of laughter. Grantaire joined me too, though he was kinda drunk already. I started laughing even harder because his wine bottle nearly fell over Combeferre's books. It's a good thing Joly was there to gather the books before they become wet because of wine. 

And I guess that was the happiest memory in the Café. 

~~~

"Ms. Thenardier, could you please answer my question?", the teacher asked me. 

What? What question? Goddamn it. I zoned out. I LITERALLY zoned out! 

I stood up and said, "Pardon? May you repeat your question, Madame? I believe I hadn't heard it right." 

"Differentiate Autobiography from Biography."  

I gulped, and stole a look at Jehan's binder. Great. Alright, I have an answer already. 

"Autobiography is when the author writes his/her own life story. Biography is when the author writes another person's life story. Does that answer your question, Ma'am?"