Better Run for Cover

Chapter 10: Thinking About Things I Can't Have

Chapter 10: Thinking About Things I Can't Have

{Grantaire's p.o.v.}

I carried Enjolras's younger sister back to my house and found Enjolras there, waiting, pacing back and forth on my doorstep.

"Done plotting to overthrow the king?" I asked him softly as I let Andy slide to the ground and run to her brother. Enjolras pulled her into a hug, kissing her on the nose lightly. "Are you alright?" he asked her. She nodded, biting her lip.

"Why don't you go inside for a moment," I said softly to her. "There should be a loaf of bread in the kitchen if you want a piece." She grinned. "Thank you'se," she said, and then ran into my house.

Once she was gone, I turned to Enjolras. "Enjy, Lamarque's going to die any day now," I said flatly. "You can't deny the inevitable. What will you do then? He is one of the few rich folks that supports the people."

Enjolras frowned. "I don't know Grant," he murmued. I frowned as well. "Your mind is somewhere else," I said slowly, noting the faraway look in his eyes.

Enjolras shook his head. "I'm just tired," he argued. "No, your mind is clearly on some other topic. What are you thinking about?" I asked him. Enjolras looked at me, his blue-grey eyes dark and almost nervous.

"You," he said finally.

I raised my eyebrows, a smiling tugging at the corners of my mouth. "Really now," I said slowly. Enjolras smiled sadly. "I'm thinking about things I can't have," he whispered.

I was about to ask what he meant, but Andy came out of the house a moment later, holding a half-eaten piece of bread in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

"The both a you'se sound sad. Grantaire, you'se always drink some of this stuff when you'se is sad..." she trailed off, holding up the bottle. "I don't like seeing you'se sad," she then said with a frown.

Enjolras smiled slightly. "Andy, we're not sad, and I'm not sure wine is going to help anything right now... Wait a minute... Andy, did you drink any of this?" he asked.

André bit her lip, then blurted out, "I wanted to know what it tasted like." Enjolras shook his head, but a smile played momentarily on his lips. "Wine is bad, silly, especially for young people," he said.

Andy laughed. "You'se is right. It be's disgustin'." I laughed at this, which caused Enjolras to look at me for a moment, and then smile. André paused for a moment, and Enjolras took the bottle of wine from her, which I in turn took from him.

"Enjy?" she asked slowly.

"Yes?"

"Do I hafta go backs to Monsieur the Inspectors' house ta'night?"

Enjolras frowned. "We don't want you to get in trouble so it might be a good idea," I said slowly. André sighed, but then nodded. "I suppose you'se is right," she said.

Enjolras turned to me. "I ought to take her back before Inspector Javert decides to put her in prison," he muttered.

"What about what happened today?" I asked, remembering André's outburst. Enjolras frowned, but then shrugged. "We'll just have to see what Monsieur Javert says."

"I'll go with you then," I told him, smiling down at Andy before taking her hand and heading off.

Enjolras, André and I walked through the dark streets until the Inspector's house came into sight. André's grip on my hand tightened, and I squeezed her small hand reassuringly. Enjolras knocked on the door, and after a moment of no one answering, he knocked again.