Black is the color of my true loves hair (an enjoltaire story)

Four

He tapped Enjolras's shoulder and Grantaire look up, hiding a smile when he recognized Enjolras. "Hey," he said and Grantaire cleared his throat, gently tugging part of the binder out of his pocket. "Oh! Um, thanks," Enjolras took it and put it in his bag.

"No problem. Just- wash it before you wear it. It's new but, it smells like-"

"Okay. Um, bye."

"Bye."

Grantaire sat down beside Eponine, who burst out laughing. "What the hell was that? You're so awkward!" She stated and he nodded.

"I am very well aware of that, but thank you. It's also because I tried to tell him how it smelled like marijuana without actually telling him, it's really complicated," Grantaire whined and she nodded.

"Maybe you have a later class with him," Eponine said and Grantaire shrugged. The bell rang and they parted ways, Grantaire rushing to his locker.

He stopped mid-step when he saw a kid standing infront of it, looking a little nervous. "Can I help you?" Grantaire asked and the kid backed away, letting Grantaire open his locker.

"H-hi. I'm one of Enjolras's friends. We might have out next class together?" He cocked his head and bounced on his toes, smiling a toothy grin.

"Uh, dance," Grantaire said he nodded.

"Can we walk their together?"

"Yeah, sure," Grantaire said and they started walking.

"So, I'm Jehan. We kind of used to be friends," he said and Grantaire looked at the ceiling.

"I think. . . I think I may remember you. You look better put together," he said and Jehan nodded.

"The hairs cut, I've found myself. And I prefer to go by they pronouns, depending on the day," he said and Grantaire nodded.

"To warn you; I'm very slow and not that bright," he chuckled and Jehan nodded.

"Thank you. Hey, Enjolras started a little club thing, they meet today? Would you like to come?" Jehan asked and Grantaire nodded.

"Sure. We can meet at my locker after last bell, since you know where it is?" Jehan flushed a bright pink and looked at their feet.

"O-okay."

***

Grantaire waited at his locker patiently for Jehan. "Oh thank god, you stayed!" they said as they ran down the hallway, shoes in one hand and a bag in the other. 

"Well I didn't know what time it started and I just assumed you were busy or something," Grantaire explained and they start walking. "What's in the bag?" Grantaire inquired. 

"Some food for everyone and cigarettes."

"You know that those things can kill you, right?" Grantaire asked and Jehan rolled his eyes. 

"I know; and I only smoke half a pack a month, they're mainly for Bahorel," they explained and Grantaire nodded. "I think you'll like him; you box, right?" Grantaire nodded and Jehan nodded in response. 

"He has a lot of piercings. Like, everywhere. He did those and he also has tattoos. Those were done by moi." Jehan curtseyed and Grantaire nodded. "And he did mine."

Grantaire raised an eyebrow. "You have tattoos? Where?" 

"Ah-Ah-Ah. You have to get to know me better to see them," they teased and Grantaire paused in realization. "He also boxes. Ah, speak of the devil," Jehan smiled as Bahorel walked over to them. He wrapped his arm around Jehan's lower waist, squeezing his ass.

"Oh, are you guys. . . together?" Grantaire asked and they laughed.

 "No. No, more like- friends with benefits," Bahorel stated and Grantaire nodded slowly. "But he has a lot of those. He's up for grabs," Bahorel said and kissed Jehan's cheek. Jehan smiled and sighed. 

"It depend on what mood I'm in. Bahorel is rough. Like, BDSM shit, you know? Which is what I'm usually in the mood for," Jehan winked and Grantaire slipped away as Bahorel and Jehan started making out. He sat in a chair in the corner and took out his sketchbook, starting a sketch or Azelma and Gavroche. 

"You're a very talented artist. You know, I have an idea for a drawing, if you'd be up for it," Jehan whispered in his ear. Grantaire shivered and grunted softly in response. 

"I am not drawing you in chains or rope and I am definitely not drawing you and Bahorel fucking," Grantaire mumbled and Jehan chuckled. "I can't really draw clothes that well, either." Grantaire added and Jehan shook his head.

"Well, that won't be a problem, Call me," Jehan replied quietly and slipped a paper in Grantaire's pocket. Grantaire gaped at him, watching them slowly walk away and sit down on Bahorel's lap. "God that kid," he whispered fondly and took out the paper, entering the phone number in his phone.

He felt a tap on his knee and looked over, seeing Enjolras. 

"Are you alright? You seem really confused," Enjolras observed and Grantaire shrugged. 

"I think Jehan might have been hitting on me. . ." he replied slowly and Enjolras nodded. 

"They hit on everyone. And yes, definitely. I saw."

"I think they might want me to draw or paint them naked?" Grantaire said and Enjolras nodded. 

"Yeah, probably. You should do it."

"What? Why would you say that?" Grantaire asked and Enjolras shrugged. 

"I saw you checking them out. They've got a really nice body, and for them to be offering for you to draw it, they clearly wants more."

"Wouldn't Bahorel get mad?" Grantaire asked and Enjolras snorted. 

"Jehan and Bahorel don't date, they fuck people. Besides, didn't Bahorel say Jehan was up for grabs?" Enjolras asked and walked away. Grantaire raised his eyebrows and sighed, shoving his sketchbook in his bag and walking out of the door. 

He walked out the building and saw Eponine with Gavroche and Azelma. "Hey, you still staying with Enjolras?" he asked and she nodded. "Cool. I think I'm going to go to the studio. My parents are probably pretty mad at me," Grantaire said and she nodded. 

"Call me. See you tomorrow?" she asked and he nodded, hugging her and walking to his house. 

***

Grantaire stared at his phone, deciding if he should call Jehan or not. He hesitantly hit the phone button and turned it on speaker, waiting. "Who 'dis?" Jehan asked. 

"It's Grantaire. So I was thinking we could meet either at my house or at the park, and talk about the drawing? Preferably park," Grantaire suggested. 

"Yeah, sounds great. I'll be there in 5," they said and hung up. Grantaire sighed and walked out of the studio, trudging to the park.