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“I was left to my own devices; many days fell away with nothing to show.” Enjolras’s voice carried slightly from the shower to the nearby kitchen. “And the walls came tumbling down into the city that we love.”
Grantaire sat up from where he had fallen asleep on the floor the night before, the fluffy blanket still under him. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand and yawned. He caught the scent of bacon, something similar to bacon, and the sound of faint singing. The painter stood and stumbled into the kitchen, going into the fridge for the carton of milk before finding a glass.
“Who’s singing ‘Pompeii?’” he asked Combeferre.
“That’s Enj.” He flipped a piece of bacon on the griddle.
“Come again?”
“The singing. It’s Enjolras,” Ferre elaborated. “He’s got a pretty good voice, huh?”
Grantaire blinked. “I thought he was recording.”
“He’s a talented guy.” Ferre grinned. “Want some breakfast?”
“Sounds good, thanks.” He paused. “What’s the weird smell?”
“This fake bacon stuff I picked up from the store for Enj. He doesn’t eat meat, so I figured he’d like it. It kinda tastes like turkey bacon, actually.”
“Is Courf still asleep?”
“Yeah. At some point during the night he just went to our bed instead of sleeping in the living room. He was still asleep when I went to get dressed.” Ferre plated some of the bacon and started getting eggs from the fridge.
“Do you want help cooking?”
“Can you cook?”
“I’m not terrible at it.” R shrugged. “I know what a whisk does and that a fork works better and faster.”
“Good enough for me. You wanna cook the eggs and I’ll try waking up my lazy boyfriend?”
“I can do that.”
*****
“Okay. So Enj’s got work at one, Courf’s got his shift starting at three, mine’s at five. Uh… On the way to my shift I’ll stop by the café and give you your key to the house so you can get in when you get off…” Ferre ran a list through his head making sure he wasn’t forgetting anything.
“There’s food in the fridge, freezer, and cabinets; help yourself- obviously- to whatever you want. R, you always find a way in.”
“I pick the lock on the back door.”
“Are you seri- you’re being serious.” Ferre shook his head. “I think I covered everything. Okay. I’ve got to get some stuff from the shop and do some other errands. I’ll be back later. Courf, please don’t cut yourself with a box-cutter again.” Ferre pecked Courf on the forehead.
“Enj, don’t freak out too much, okay? Eponine’s really chill and is going to help you along as much as she can. And if you start to panic, remember: inhale for four, hold for seven, exhale over eight.” Enjolras rolled his eyes when the older young man kissed his forehead.
“I’m not kissing you.” Ferre stopped in front of Grantaire.
“Awe. Why not?”
Ferre kissed the palm of his hand and patted it against R’s cheek once.
Enjolras laughed at the mockingly wide grin Grantaire responded with.
“Okay. I’m off. Don’t burn the house down while I’m gone please.”
“Bye, Ferre.”
“See ya.”
“Bye, Love.” The three replied together. Ferre waved and walked out the door.
“What do we wanna do for half an hour?” Courf asked.
“Well, my shift starts at one, but I’d like to be there a little earlier if that works.” Enjolras glanced to R.
“Works for me. Whenever you wanna go. I get free coffee anyway, so I’m good whenever.”
“Why do you get free coffee?” Courf asked.
“I’m friends with Eponine and I babysit her little brother sometimes. I don’t get paid to watch Gavroche, so I just get free coffee when I want it.” He shrugged.
“Gavroche?” Enjolras looked a little confused. “Isn’t he the little kid that’s always running around town?”
“Yeah. That’s him.” Grantaire grinned. “That little guy gives me life sometimes, I swear.”
“But it’d be cool if I grabbed my backpack and we went?”
“Sure thing.” Grantaire checked his pockets for his keys. “Oh fuck, not again.”
“Ferre put your keys on one of the hooks by the door last night.” Enjolras said as he got off the couch and went to his room to grab his backpack. It wasn’t a school sized backpack like R thought it was going to be, but rather one that was about half the size of a regular backpack. From the handful of rants, explanations, and his sense of humour, R thought the bold red colour of it fit the blonde well.
“I’m good to go.”
“Don’t I get a kiss?” Courf asked from where he now laid on the couch.
“I don’t want your super-herpes.” Grantaire’s voice had a false empathy to it.
Enjolras opened the door and stopped, turning to face the darker haired man and held his hands up at shoulder height. “No homo. Wait.” And slowly backed out the door making both of the other men laugh.
*****
“That was well played.” Grantaire was still laughing as they got in his truck. “Why do you carry that bag around?”
“It’s functions as a purse, but I don’t get laughed at because it’s backpack. I’ve got a whole bunch of random stuff in here. I probably don’t even need half of it.” Enjolras now had the bag sitting on his lap as he strapped in.
“Fair enough. I should carry one around with me so I can have my
sketchbook and shit with me. Oh! That’s another thing I wanted to ask. How come you don’t swear like everyone else in our generation?” Grantaire looked over his shoulder as he reversed the truck into the street from Ferre and Courf’s driveway. Well, he was half parked on the lawn and half in the driveway since the space wasn’t big enough for two cars.
“I could. My father swears a lot, so I probably could have gotten away with it. My theory is just that with how versatile the English language is- seeing as it borrows words from almost every other tongue on the planet- there are so many other words that can be used to get a point across that aren’t vulgar and offend some people.”
“That’s an interesting take.” Grantaire nodded. “Alright, so on how to go the Musain… I don’t know street names for shit so I go by landmarks instead. There aren’t a lot you can go by, but there are a couple. There’s a dollar store three blocks from Ferre and Courf’s, and the Musain is two blocks up from that.”
“So three to the left, two up?”
“Yep. It won’t take long before it’s on autopilot. I had to think more about telling you how to get there than actually driving there. I graduated high school two years ago and Eponine’s been working here since we were juniors, so it’s not something I have to dwell on, you know?”
“Wait. How old are you?” Enjolras wondered.
“19- 20 in February.”
“Want to know a secret only Ferre knows?”
“Why not?”
“I was supposed to graduate when Combeferre did but my parents can be kind of stupid sometimes so-”
“I could have told you your parents are dumb.”
“Thanks.” Enjolras laughed. “We moved up here the summer between my Freshman year and what should have Sophomore year. They did some paperwork wrong, or didn’t turn it in on time, or something, so my credits didn’t transfer and I had to repeat Freshman year.”
“You’re fucking serious.”
“Yeah. Had to take a whole year over again and I still maintain a 4.0- including the first time I was a Freshman.”
“How have you not slaughtered your parents in their sleep?” Grantaire shook his head.
“Five years of High School. Personally, I’m 80 percent I would have killed myself. High school was terrible.”
“I’ve known Ferre and Jehan for four years so they help a lot. There’s this weird kid- he goes to a different school but comes to all our sporting events and such- he keeps things interesting, too.”
“Who’s that?”
“Marius Pontmercy. He more or less stalks one of the girls at the school. He’s not dangerous- I’ve talked to him- he’s just...weird.”
“Off topic, but Ferre mentioned yesterday you’re going to college for law, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you ever considered going to into acting?”
“Not really. I’ve been in a couple school productions and I’m in the school’s choir, but I don’t think it’s something I want to do for a living. It’s a fun hobby though. But being a lawyer? It’s something I’m interested in— the world, especially America, needs fewer corrupt lawyers. There are so many stories on the news about lawyers being paid to keep quiet about something, or that turn down clients because of the pay. That last one is unconstitutional, actually; it’s in the Miranda Rights.”
“How do you know all this? You aren’t even taking classes yet.” Grantaire was more impressed than he was willing to admit.
“Like I said, it’s something I’m interested in. Besides, I do my homework. I’m not going to choose a career that pays well because it pays well. I couldn’t care less about the money; I care about seeing that people who don’t deserve punishment evade it, and that those who do deserve it can’t buy or slither their way out of it.”
“Since lawyers do get paid well, what would you do with the money if you don’t care about it?”
“Invest it in charities. Save some aside in case someone needs it for hospital bills— if they need it, or if someone needs a place to stay a couple of days. I don’t know but there are too many people in this world that need help and money for me to consciously live in a fancy manor like some do. I wouldn’t want it that way- I just got away from that kind of mess.”
*****
“So this Enjolras?” asked a curly haired girl as he and Grantaire walked into the Musain. Enjolras guessed her to be around R’s age.
“Yeah. This is him.”
“Alright. So, with you being under 18, you can’t legally work here by yourself or use a couple of the machines, but there are plenty of things that you can do.”
“You’re getting ahead of yourself, ‘Ponine.” R walked behind the counter and grabbed two cups.
“Right. Sorry. I have a lot of fun training new people and we don’t get them often.” Eponine shifted from one foot to the other and twirled a curl around her forefinger.
“When you work you’ll mostly be working with me, but there are a couple of other workers here, too. Grantaire fills in from time to time if we’re desperate.”
“Which we are about three times a week.”
“Anyway...if you come over here, I can show you how the cash register works. I’ll be looking over your shoulder or a couple feet over if you have a question about something. And don’t worry if you press a wrong button or mess something up. It’s easy enough to fix.”
Grantaire placed the second cup he had in front of Enjolras. “Tally ho, boys.”
*****
The bell over the door jingled as Combeferre walked in and he laughed at the wide eyed look on Enjolras’s face. “Everything okay?”
“Apollo’s doing better than he thinks.” Grantaire said from next to Enj.
“Apollo?” Ferre raised an eyebrow.
“16 people have called me that today. I have a name-tag and everything and they keep calling me Apollo.” Enjolras wiped his hands on the white and red striped towel on his shoulder. He shook his head.
“I don’t get it.”
“Ferre!” Eponine grinned as she came around the corner from the staff room. “I don’t know where you and R found Enjolras, but he’s amazing, and I wanna keep him.”
“He’s a friend of mine from high school.” Ferre’s smile was still in place. “Anyway, I came by to give you this.” He handed the key to Enjrolras.
“It’s for the front door. The back door doesn’t have a functional lock.”
“I may have broken that when I was first learning to lock pick...I’ll buy you a new door knob. Don’t worry about it.”
“So can you make drinks? Or do you only run the register?”
“I can make drinks that don’t use the steam...thing.” Enjolras answered slowly. “I don’t remember what it’s called. I’ve been here for two hours and things have happened.”
Ferre chuckled. “Are you sticking around, R?”
“I got nothing better to do. I’ll bring him home.”
“Oh! Some of the guys might be around later; Courf wanted to watch something. Enjy, if you’ve gotta recharge in your room, don’t feel bad about it. Take your time and just do what you have to. You aren’t the only one in the group with anxiety, so you don’t have to worry about someone coming to conclusions or anything.”
“Okay. Who are these ones?”
“Bahorel, Joly, Feuilly, and Bossuet.” Ferre adjusted the messenger bag on his shoulder. “They’re the only four, aside from Gav, that you haven’t met.”
“That’s a lot of people.”
“Well, not if you think about it. You know Courf, R, Eponine, and I. So then it’s those four and Gav.” Ferre sat down. “Now that I think about it, can I get a butterscotch steamer on ice to go?” He smiled fondly at the blond as he set to making the drink, and slipped a ten in the tips jar when Enjolras turned his back to get the flavoured syrup.
*****
When Enjolras and Grantaire returned to the house around 6:30, there were four young men sitting on the couch watching TV. Enjolras hadn’t seen any of them before and Grantaire caught the blue eyed blond straightening his back even more than he thought possible when the four looked over.
“You’re the new one, right?” the bald one of the four asked with a grin.
“Yeah. I’m Enjolras.” He gave a stiff wave.
“Well, I’m Lesgle-”
“Everyone calls him Boassuet.” This one was sandy-haired. “I’m Feuilly and they’re Joly and Bahorel.” Each one waved when their name was stated.
“Want some dinner, Enj?” Grantaire asked. He walked further into the house after toeing off his shoes and noted that Enjolras kept his on.
“Sure, thanks. I’m going to put my bag in my room.” Enjolras pointed his thumb in the direction of his room and R nodded.
“Hey, how come you’re just now moving in with Ferre and Courf?” Bossuet asked.
“I, uh-” Enjolras went white.
“Just time to move on from home, ya know?” R called from the kitchen. “Sometimes parents are just too damn suffocating and it’s time to go.”
Honest, vague, and to the point. Enjolras could live with that explanation.
“You’re gay too, huh?” Feuilly asked with a smirk.
“H-How did you…?”
“With that posture?” Feuilly chuckled. “After being outta the closet for a while, you develop something called a ‘gay-dar’. Hella useful when trying to find a boyfriend.” Feuilly dropped his voice so it was hushed but not quite a whisper. “R’s single, ya know.”
Grantaire poked his head into the kitchen. “And Fee’s looking to get his ass kicked.”
“Given how flexible you are, R?” Joly joked. “I don’t think he’d mind.”
“Am I missing something?”
“Just their jealousy of not being able to dance or do back flips.” Grantaire dismissed. “I can literally dance circles around these fools. Remember how earlier Ferre mentioned that my parents are fucked up too? Well, my mom made me take dance and gymnastics. My father didn’t want his son being so ‘girlie’ so he signed me up for boxing and fencing classes.”
“Bet he regretted the boxing classes later, though.” Bossuet laughed.
“What?”
“That’s a story for another time,” R’s usual carefree demeanor slipped.
*****
When Combeferre came home around midnight, Enjolras and Courfeyrac were seated on the couch beside each other playing a video game. Courfeyrac had his feet up on the coffee table and Enjolras had his back against the arm rest, his legs stretched over Courf so his knees were in other’s lap.
“Looks like you two are having fun.” Ferre laughed as he closed the door and hung his keys on the hook.
“Were you the guy that put a ten dollar bill in the tips jar?” Enjolras asked. His voice wasn’t accusing, but rather amused.
“You don’t know that,” he scoffed. “The guys have gone already?”
“Joly and Bossuet had a date with someone from the Musain.”
“Musichetta?” Enjolras laughed. “She wouldn’t stop going on and on about these cute college boys she was seeing.”
“You’re okay with them being poly?” Ferre smirked.
“Are you kidding me? It’s awesome. You never see anything like that in high school. I just- it’s so odd. I don’t actually know them yet, but they’re fun and seem cool.” Enjolras didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he spoke.
“Well, I’m gonna get something to eat quick and then I’m going to bed. Did you eat, Enj?”
“Yeah, Grantaire made spaghetti for everyone.”
“It was actually pretty good. It wasn’t just half cooked noodles and tomato paste.” Courf started pausing the game.
“I think I’m gonna call it a night, too, Enj.”
“Alright. Is it cool if I read for a bit?” Enj picked at a hangnail on his forefinger.
“First of all, it’s summer.” Ferre placed his hand over Enjolras’s to stop from picking at the dead skin. “Second of all, you’re responsible enough- I know from working on projects with you- that you can set a schedule for yourself.”
“I’m going to read for a bit, then.” Enj nodded.
“Enjoy your book.” Ferre kissed his forehead and Enjolras rolled his eyes again. “Good night, Enjy.”
“‘Night, Enj.” Courf ruffled the blond’s hair as he passed.
*****
Half an hour after Ferre and Courf went to bed, there was a rattling at the back door for a few moments before Grantaire stumbled through after having caught his foot on the threshold.
“Wanna get some soda and go for a drive?” he asked.
>Combeferre: Firstly, Combeferre goes by Ferre to everybody, but gets excessive, and weird pet names from Courf. (Joly once reported hearing Courf call Ferre "My beautiful baguette" but neither Ferre or Courf have confirmed this.) Ferre is a V Tol Boi, and he's lanky and kinda awkward, and doesn't know what to do with his arms 90% of the time. He's black! It's so important to me that Ferre is black, and he wears glasses and he's just generally a Soft Boi, let me love him. His ensemble consists various sweaters, sweatshirts, hoodies, etc. He loves things with long sleeves! But he also typically wears them with shorts and it drives Courf CRAZY in the worst way because "Ferre are you hot or cold???" He only wears them with pants when it's very cold outside because, well, duh. He loves bugs! Mostly moths but he's just fascinated but all insect life! And butterflies are always landing on him when he and Courf will be out and about and Courf will call him the bug whisperer. Also!! Ferre is definitely a librarian, fight me. He checks out books for himself All. The. Time. And forgets to return them on time and Courf will just cackle manically as he watches as Ferre has to charge himself a late fee because "That's what's right." He owns at least 12 different coffee mugs but uses the same one every morning, which is a mug made for him by Grantaire that just says "Moth Dad"; Ferre does not have any children (unless you count some of the Amis because let's be real, he's the dad friend), nor does he have any pets to be 'dad' to, but everybody has silently agreed that Ferre is just... inevitably dad. This, however does not make Courf mom. Far from it, actually. If anything, Courf is the one that gets the most babying from Ferre because well... ya know. Ferre loves his smol boyf, you can pry this ship from my cold dead hands. Stay tuned for more shit and ships.
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