27/3/13

This is a promised one-shot for Little-miss-laughs-a lot but instead I have decided to write this as a series of drabbles instead!

So this is about E/R and each of the amis finding out about Enjolras and Grantaire's relationship in different ways. Ferre is first up

Combeferre

Combeferre sat in the backroom of the Café Musian with books spread all around him. He had an essay in for the next day and was furiously scribbling away on pieces of paper. The Café was silent as the rest of the boys were yet to arrive. The clock ticked rhythmically in the back ground and the wind whistled through the slightly ajar door. The peaceful silence was broken by two very familiar voices. "You cannot say the storming of the Bastille was a good idea!" Grantaire shouted in disbelief.

"It helped gain the support of the people to rise," Enjolras argued.

"But cost lives and was a pointless endeavour," Grantaire argued and Enjolras laughed.

"It was in no way pointless," he exclaimed as the duo walked in the door letting the chilling cold air inside. "It was a symbol of royal tyranny and it was an honourable deed to destroy it!" he said passionately. Combeferre looked up at the bickering duo and they both waved at him not staring from their argument. Those two were always arguing so Combeferre thought nothing of it. They both sat down at one of the tables and continued to argue about the pros and cons of the attack on the Bastille, but in slightly more hushed tones. Combeferre managed to ignore their conversation until it took a completely different turn. "I love it when you talk all patriotic," Grantaire chuckled.

"And your cynicism is adorable," Enjolras giggled and Combeferre turned round to find the two of them holding hands with their faces about an inch apart. He just sat there and gawped as they were lost in each other's eyes. Combeferre gawped at the pair. Enjolras spotted him and burst out laughing. "Hey, Ferre," he said and Combeferre was still stuck in shock.

"What?" he exclaimed.

"We're going out now," Grantaire stated with a little smile.

"You didn't tell me!" Combeferre exclaimed and it was now Enjolras' turn to be confused.

"Well I wasn't expecting … that," Enjolras murmured and Grantaire smiled.

"What were you expecting?" he asked frowning slightly.

"A little more shock, laughter, exclamations of 'are you joking?'," Enjolras speculated and Combeferre laughed.

"I've been waiting for you two to finally notice each other properly for years now!" he chuckled.

"Really?" they both exclaimed in symphony.

"Of course … but please get a room before you start all that again," he moaned and started writing again.