Enjolras hated the woods. There were numerous amounts of dangers and it was easy to get lost.
He also hated his friend, Combeferre for making him take a stroll through the woods with him.
"Why did we have to come here, 'Ferre? Why couldn't we have walked through the meadow or something?" he complained.
"Because we went there last week." Combeferre sighed.
"Still, it's better than these woods." Enjolras mumbled. Combeferre rolled his eyes.
They continued to walk through the forest until a voice overhead stopped them.
"Haven't seen you here before." it said. The voice belonged to a boy.
"Where are you?" Enjolras cried. He was stood behind Combeferre, cowering slightly.
"How is it that your not afraid of anything except woods? Woods of all things!" Combeferre exclaimed.
"I'm up here." said the boy. The two boys on the ground looked up to see a boy about the same age as them with dark curly hair sat in a tree. "Hi." He smiled mischievously.
"Who are you?" asked Enjolras. He found the boy rather attractive.
The brunette jumped out of the tree and landed elegantly in the ground in front of them. "Name's Grantaire." he said, holding out a hand to Enjolras, who simply looked at it. Combeferre rolled his eyes and took Grantaire's hand.
"I'm Combeferre." he said.
"And who's the cute one?" winked Grantaire. Enjolras blushed.
"That's Enjolras. Maybe he will stop digging his nails into my shoulder now that we have been properly introduced." Combeferre hissed.
"Oh, sorry." Enjolras said, blushing even more.
"Enjolras. Nice. You should come here again some day. Alone." Grantaire glanced at Combeferre.
"Oh, yes, you should." Combeferre smirked. Enjolras was now the colour of a tomato.
"I must be leaving, but, uh, I'll see you around." And with that, Grantaire was gone.
"I think he liked you." Combeferre laughed.
"Shut up, 'Ferre." Enjolras muttered.
Although he hated the woods, he wanted to see Grantaire again. He would return the following day.
To be continued....
