12 Days of Enjoltaire

Day 2: Reconnecting

  A few years later, Grantaire was at the cafe near his university. It was after a long day of school and Grantaire was just hoping to get a coffee and go back to his dorm. However, as he was waiting, an oddly familiar student with blonde curls walked in. Grantaire couldn't put his finger on it but he could have sworn-

"Enjolras!" Another student called as he made his way over to him and Grantaire felt like he was punched in the gut. Enjolras looked up and Grantaire could remember the day that he last saw him. Enjolras didn't seem to have changed as much as Grantaire had. Grantaire had gotten a growth spurt in the middle of high school ending at about 6'3" and started boxing and dancing not long after he moved as well as working on art more. Meanwhile, Enjolras still looked like he had when they were in high school. He didn't seem to have grown an inch, leaving him at 5'5" (something that Grantaire used to tease him about). He still had his gorgeous blonde curls that now fell past his shoulders and the familiar, warm blue eyes that pierced Grantaire's memory like a knife. He did seem more mature to an extent; the bags under his eyes were darker and he seemed more exhausted than Grantaire remembered.

Enjolras started to make his way over to his friend when he saw Grantaire. He frozen in place with his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide. His friend, Courfeyrac Grantaire now realized, came over to him and tapped his shoulder.

"Earth to Enjolras," he teased and Enjolras shook himself out of his stupor and brushed his friend off, going over to Grantaire. Grantaire's mind when into panic mode and he just stayed frozen in his spot. Enjolras stopped a few inches away from Grantaire and cleared his throat gently.

"Hi," he said simply with a soft smile. Grantaire smirked slightly.

"Long time no see, Apollo," he quipped as he got his coffee and emptied the contents of a flask into it. Enjolras raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's like 2 in the afternoon," he pointed out. Grantaire simply shrugged.

"Your point?" he teased. Enjolras rolled his eyes but smiled.

"Anyway, what's new? I haven't seen you since-"

"The snowball freshman year," Grantaire filled in with a sheepish look. "I remember."

Enjolras smiled softly and went to say more but his friends called him over again. He sighed and pulled out a red sharpie.

"Here," he said, scribbling down his phone number on Grantaire's hand. "Text me later so we can catch up." With that, Enjolras went back over to the horde of friends Grantaire also hadn't seen in years. He was still a bit love struck as he left the cafe and moved on to his next class

A few hours later, Grantaire finally worked up the nerve to text Enjolras.

05.68.43.12.38: Hey, this is Grantaire

05.92.5.673.30:Hi R! Glad this worked!

"05.92.5.673.30" changed to "Apollo"

Apollo: Really R?

05.68.43.12.38: If you can choose my name, I can choose yours

"05.68.43.12.38" changed to "Asshole"

Asshole: You're no fun😟

Apollo: ....

"Asshole" changed to "Daedalus"

Daedalus: Alright, whatever 😒