Enjolras was studying. He wanted to go to Eponine, and considered it several times. Finally, he decided to go, when Combeferre arrived home.
"Oh, hey."
"Brought you food," Combeferre said, dropping his keys and the bag of food on the counter.
"I was going to go over to Ep's. She's reeling over Marius."
"I know,"
"You know?"
"I passed her on the way to dinner. We went together."
"Oh," Enjolras said, surprised. He returned his car keys to the counter. "So I guess I'm not going?"
"You can, but I know you have studying," Combeferre smiled. He walked down the hall and into his room.
Enjolras smiled, and returned to his books. An hour later, he heard a knock at the door. It sounded more like someone's hand was thrown at the door rather than they were knocking. Enjolras finished reading the last few sentences on the page and got up. He opened the door and Grantaire fell inside.
"You," Grantaire said, sounding half-awake. Yep, he was drunk. "You are wif 'Ponine. She isn't righ for you ya kno," Enjolras was dragging Grantaire across the ground, trying to get him on the couch. He wasn't strong enough to pick him up. "Why er you wif her? She's no your type," Enjolras was blushing.
"Yeah, we broke up,"
"I know, but you shouldn't- WHAT? You broke up? When?"
"After leaving the cafe,"
"So, you two ar no wonger a ting?" He slurred. Enjolras shook his head.
"Nope. But 'Ferre and her might have something going on..." Enjolras smiled. Grantaire said a few more unidentifiable things before crashing. Enjolras shrugged, and returned to his studying. He tried to ignore the fact that Grantaire was passed out in the same room as him, with no one else around. He had to focus incredibly hard on the words on his textbook's page, and not Grantaire. Not his messy hair that had a black beanie crammed over it. Not his tight skinny jeans. Not the stubble on his face. Not his sarcastic smile that Enjolras always received. Not the cologne that was currently over-powering the smell of beer. God, he couldn't focus. The guy he'd liked since he was sixteen was sitting right there, and he could just look at him without anyone, including Grantaire, noticing. He finally turned around from his desk and spent ten minutes just looking at Grantaire. He was so peaceful.
Enjolras soon headed off to bed, knowing he wouldn't get any work done tonight anyway.
