A/N: I originally wrote this chapter when I was pissed off at the computer one evening but later decided to build something around it. Yes, I decided to write another E/E fic. I hope you enjoy and reviews are appreciated. )
This story has alternating POV.
Disclaimer: I don't own Les Mis, but I do own Enjolras. )
jk.
If I did, I wouldn't be posting this story right now. ; )
Enjolras' POV
"Enjolras, you know there's no point in this Revolution." Grantaire murmured as he took another drink of that damned absinthe.
I turned to him, glaring. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO POINT?!" I couldn't help raising my voice, but I did.
He just shrugged his shoulders. "You know we're all gonna die anyway."
I rolled my eyes and turned away. I was tired of this redundant conversation, and I'm sure he was too. Didn't he realize that this was important, that this might change the course of history? Obviously not, nothing was important to him, well, except for maybe his alcohol. I turned back to him.
"Why do you drink that all of the time?" I asked; my face softening.
"I have my reasons." He answered simply.
I cocked one eyebrow. "And they are?"
"My reasons."
I frowned as I sat down next to him. Grantaire then sat the bottle down and asked. "Why are you always yelling at me for doing so?"
I didn't answer him, but stared at the bottle sitting there; the liquid glistening in the candlelight. I was almost tempted to grab it and take a swig, but I stopped myself. I had sworn to stay off of the stuff ever since Angele…
I shook my head and tried to push her memory away. She was gone, and there was no point in bringing her up in my mind again.
"Enjolras?"
I didn't look up.
"Enjolras?"
I still didn't look up.
He then picked up the bottle and murmured to himself.
"He's probably thinking about that hopeless Revolution again."
My head jerked up and I glared at him. "What did you say?"
"That your Revolution is hopeless." He smirked.
I just couldn't take this anymore. I got up and stomped toward the door. But just before I went out, I looked over my shoulder and growled.
"It's NOT hopeless!"
Grantaire just laughed as I strode outside; slamming the door behind me.
A/N: I hoped you liked that, sorry if it was short. Chapter 2 coming soon!