Enjolras returned from lunch. He was exhausted from his morning classes and having lunch with his friends. He was glad to finally be home alone. Combeferre had gone to talk to Eponine, and probably wouldn't be back. If things went well, they'd hang out today. If not, he'd probably go to the bookstore- where he usually went when he was upset. If he chickened out, he'd wait around her neighborhood for a while until he struck up enough courage to knock on her door. No matter what, he wouldn't be home anytime soon.
Then Enjolras remembered that Grantaire was there. Enjolras opened the door and saw the cynic passed out on the couch. Enjolras had stopped by the grocery store on his way back. He dropped the full cloth bags (of course he didn't use paper or plastic- this is Enjolras. He has a large array of causes!) on the counter and began putting the refrigerated ones away. Grantaire, awakened by the noise, drowsily got up and sat in the kitchen. He scratched his head, his eyes squinting at all the light.
"Hey, Apollo,"
"I'm not Apollo,"
"Whatever you say, Apollo,"
Enjolras gave Grantaire a crooked smile. That comment was so like Grantaire. "You could at least help put away the groceries, if you're up." Grantaire figured not to argue and began putting the food away. He knew where they kept most of their things and didn't hesitate at any food item he picked up. The two were walking all around the kitchen putting things in drawers and cabinets. At one point, the two turned around and found themselves face to face. Enjolras looked at the man in front of him, and starred at his black, messy curls. He starred at the stubble that was forming on the lower half of Grantaire's face. He looked at the way his lips were slightly parted from surprise, and didn't realize that he was leaning closer and closer to them. Their lips touched and the two kissed. They pulled apart, realizing what had just happened. Enjolras felt bad and angry with himself immediately for acting on his feelings. Grantaire didn't feel the same way about him! Why did he do that?!
Grantaire was angry because he knew this could never happen in real life. He KNEW he was dreaming.
Enjolras noticed how confused and angry Grantaire was, and quickly said, "I'm sorry."
"WHAT?"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have and-"
"Wait, WHAT?" They stared silently at each other.
"God damnit, Grantaire!" Enjolras burst, "I like you, okay!? I have since we first met in highschool!" Enjolras was surprised that he actually just said that. He was surprising that he actually just kissed Grantaire. He was surprised that ANY of this was actually happening right now.
Grantaire still couldn't say anything but, "WHAT?"
Enjolras clenched his jaw. But his insides were collapsing. He had stupidly just put himself on the line and Grantaire cut it. Of course R didn't like Enjolras! What was he thinking? Enjolras was mean to him and way too obsessed with rallies and causes.
Grantaire became angry with himself. He was probably drunk and having a nightmare. He was being tormented and being forced to believe that Enjolras liked him! Enjolras! The only thing he's wanted since he was 16? It had to be a nightmare, because someone as amazing as that couldn't like a good-for-nothing, stupid, drunk artist who wasted all of his time. This was a horrible dream and he promised himself he'd never drink again if it was over now, and he didn't have to be teased about Enjolras liking him.
"God, R, stop looking at me like that and tell me what you're thinking!" When he didn't, Enjolras started to leave. It was his own apartment, but he couldn't stay anymore. He had to leave. He stung everywhere. Why had he done that? Why did-
"I love you," was what popped out of Grantaire's mouth. Terror struck his face and he looked like he had just slapped Enjolras. Enjolras blinked. "I love you, Enjolras. I have since we had that politics class together when we were 16. You walked into class and I was literally drooling over you. Almost all the seats were empty but you sat next to me. You introduced yourself and said nothing else to me for the rest of the semester. But I didn't care, because you were beautiful and whenever you announced your opinion about some issue, you were completely radiant."
Enjolras swallowed. "Excuse me?"
Grantaire immediately said, "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I- you were- I'm sorry. That was stupid of me to say, and really weird," This was the worst part of the nightmare. Enjolras is going to call Grantaire weird and run away. You'll never see him again. Hopefully this was a dream. Then he could wake up and none of it will have happened.
"No, no. I love you, too."
"What?" That was a reoccurring word that evening.
"I liked you that first day, too. I think about that day all the time. I remember that you were the only one in class already, and you sat in the back sketching. You were wearing a blue beanie and black skinny jeans, and you were really hot. I introduced myself, but you didn't really respond. I figured you took one look at me and thought I was some preppy guy who was too passionate about school and you didn't care to talk to me. So I didn't talk to you for the rest of the semester. I really, really wanted to, but I knew you'd just pretend I wasn't there." Enjolras really didn't sound like himself. He never was like this. But he loved Grantaire. And Grantaire actually liked him back. He wasn't going to ruin this with his temper.
"I'd never think that about you, Apollo," Grantaire said, softly. They were leaning in again. They kissed. They were kissing really passionately. Enjolras pushed Grantaire up against the wall.
"Eponine and I are dating!" Combeferre yelled, knocking open the door. He saw the two making out immediately and scuffed under his breath, "Finally," The two men looked up, blushing a little.
"What?" Enjolras said, still panting a little.
"Eponine said she liked me more than Marius. So I asked her out. Now we are dating,"
"That's great," Grantaire responded,
"Uh, yeah. I'm happy for you two, too. I think- I'm just going to go back over to Eponine's house now," he said, awkwardly wanting to leave. Geez, he's turned into Marius.
The two smiled. Combeferre left, and the two turned to each other grinning. Grantaire began bringing himself closer to Enjolras, when Enjolras put his hands forward and said,
"Wait!" This scared Grantaire a little. Maybe he didn't like him and was having second thoughts. "Um, will you be my boyfriend?" Enjolras asked. Normally, it would be awkward, but Enjolras usually tended to be braver than others.
"Duh!" Grantaire shouted before pressing his lips to Enjolras' again.
