All We Need Is Love

No Tea?

Grantaire woke up on a couch. He slightly sat up grumbling a couple words about a headache. He glanced around the room recognizing that he was in Enjolras's apartment. The smell of fresh coffee overwhelmed his senses. Enjolras was awake. Grantaire got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, where he found Enjolras sitting on the counter top reading the New York Times and drinking a cup of fresh coffee. Grantaire watched him for a minute or two, admiring his complexion. His strong jawline, his light curly blonde hair, the stern look on his face as he quickly skims articles. Grantaire smiled at the sight of his dear friend. Grantaire cleared his throat grabbing Enjolras's attention. Enjolras jumped, spilling some coffee on himself. "Merde!" he cursed in french. "What the fuck Grantaire." he glared at him as he hopped off the counter top. Grantaire chuckled lightly to himself. He loved when Enjolras spoke in french. "Don't laugh you fuck! You are a pain in my ass." Enjolras growled as he dried the damp spots on his shirt. "Good morning to you too Enjolras." Grantaire smirked. Enjolras glared at him once more and threw a dish rag at his friend. Grantaire laughed once more shaking his head. 

Grantaire walked up to his dear friend and patted him on the back of his shoulder. He walked over to one of the white cabinets and opened it, looking around. "No tea?" he sighed. Enjolras sat back up on the counter top and shook his head no. Grantaire groaned shutting the cabinet. Grantaire turned around to look at Enjolras. He gave a sigh and shook his head once more. "How bad was last night?" he whispered. Enjolras looked up to Grantaire's head down, he was staring down at the wood floor. Enjolras sighed remembering last night "You were so drunk last night that I had to carry you home." Grantaire bit his lip, embarrassed about his bad habit. "You need to get a grip on that pesky habit of yours." Enjolras sighed once more. "I know, I'm trying." Grantaire mumbled. He was full of shame, he didn't want Enjolras to see the mess he was but Enjolras was always around so he was bound to see it. 

Enjolras's stomach turned inside out when he saw the shame on Grantaire's face. "I mean, a year ago you were much worse. You are working on it, I know, I know you are trying." Enjolras said watching Grantaire's expression. "I can't end up like him." Grantaire muttered to himself. Enjolras shook his head. "You will never be as bad as your father was. If your mom was here and she saw how much better you were doing, she would be proud." Grantaire looked up at Enjolras who was smiling at him. "You think?" Enjolras nodded "I know." Grantaire faintly blushed, biting his lip again. Enjolras scratched his head, "So what are your plans today." Grantaire shrugged thinking for a minute if he had any plans today. "Bookstore. That's all. Yourself?" He smirked. Enjolras sighed, thinking about all the work he had to do today. "I have a lot of emails to return today."  Grantaire looked at the clock seeing it was about 10 o'clock. "I should get back home to Ponie." Grantaire sighed not wanting to leave his dear friend. Enjolras shrugged his shoulders. Grantaire grabbed his jacket that was hanging loosely on the coat rack next to the front door. "I shall see you around." Grantaire smiled. "You will, maybe we can meet up this weekend." Enjolras said. Grantaire smiled, watiching his dear friend. "That sounds great." He says softly. "Goodbye Enjolras." He said walking out of the door. 

(Sorry it took my forever to update this. I just got uninspired and I'm lazy...My apologies)