Les Misérables Imagines Of Awesome

Montparnasse: Say It

Today is a special day. Today marked yours and Montparnasse's one year anniversary of dating (it also marks Montparnasse being out of jail for three months. But let's not get into that).

You walk down into the kitchen, expecting to find Montparnasse but he wasn't there. You went to the fridge to get some orange juice out when you saw a note.

'The guys want to talk about something. Really sorry. Will make it up.' You crinkle the note up and throw it into the bin.

"I'm gonna kill him," you mutter.

Montparnasse arrived back at home at around six o'clock in the afternoon, with a bunch of flowers and a present. "Sorry I couldn't be here," he says. He narrow your eyes at him as he sits on the sofa opposite you. He hands the flowers and parcel over, and gives you one of his amazing smiles.

"Yeah, not buying it," you tell him. You take the flowers and rest them beside you. You open the present to reveal of purple dress. You blink a couple of times at it and then look at him.

"I love you," he says sincerely. "Now put the dress on because we're going out."

"Out?" you echo. "Out where?"

"Oh, nowhere special. Just on top of this block of flats," he says as he goes into the bathroom to change. He guessed that you weren't exactly pleased with him. You grab the dress and change in your bedroom, when you're done Montparnasse is waiting in living room for you.

"This better be good Parnasse, or I'm going to really reconsider our relationship," you tell him. He smiled but it was a sad smile. He leads you up to the roof where a picnic blanket is led out on the floor with a basket in the middle of it.

"Mademoiselle," he says curtly and holds out a hand to indicate the blanket. You sit down, remaining quiet as he sits down beside you. "One year," he sighs.

"Is this what you were doing?" you ask him. Montparnasse went very quiet and nodded. "Thanks."

"Well, you're worth it," he tells you. He brings out a bottle of pink lemonade. "You know I don't actually like this stuff, don't you? It was so humiliating buying this in front of Calquesous and Babet."

"You love it really," you jeer and take the glass that he had just poured for you.

"It's alright, but I'd prefer wine," he grumbles. He lies on his back with his hands behind his head. "You're lucky I love you."

"I'm lucky? You're the one who is lucky to be loved," you mutter.

"Then say it," he coos.

"Say what?" you ask. You down the rest of the drink and lie down on his chest.

"You know what," he says. He strokes your hair and wraps an arm around your waist. You then your head and smile into his chest.

"I love you," you whisper.

"I love you too," he whispers back. You close your eyes and slowly drift off to sleep. When you wake up you find yourself in your own bed with breakfast on your bedside.

AN: I believe that was quite short... Anyway! That was for Montponine and I shall dedicate to her later! But at the moment I have a cue of... of none, so please request!