27/5/13

This is the final chapter of Telling The Amis … and I am going to miss it! It has been fun writing these little comedic drabbles and I hope you lot have enjoyed it as much as me! By the end would we PLEASE be able to make it to 100 reviews … I just need 15 more to get that!

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Chapter 9 – Epilogue … and Gavroche

Grantaire smiled as that strange time came back to him as Enjolras took over telling the story. It did sound better from the revolutionary's point of view.

Everyone had gone home apart from the cynic and the revolutionary who sat at opposite ends of the café. They never talked and that was just how it was supposed to be. The Café Musain was about to close up and Enjolras packed up all his books and laptop into his bag without thinking of the café's other patron. "Hey, R! Time to go mate," the bar man shouted as he pulled on his coat. A groan was the only noise that emanated from the shadowy corner. Enjolras looked up, finally noticing there was someone in the café apart from him and the staff. He let out a deep sigh and walked over to the drunkard.

"Grantaire, we need to leave now," he insisted, practically holding the winecask up as he supported him to his feet. They set of out the door as the bar man was locking up. Rain was pouring down, smashing against the already sodden tarmac. Before they stepped out into the storm Enjolras realised he had no idea where Grantaire lived; he hadn't really cared before. "Where do you live?" he asked Grantaire; his voice slow and loud so maybe he would be able to break through the drunkard's alcohol fuelled delirium.

"Here!" Grantaire slurred, pointing to the sheltered step they were currently stood.

"Really?" Enjolras asked, unwilling to believe that he could really live on a step outside the café. It did make sense though; he was always there before everyone else and left after everyone else did. That place was like the cynic's home.

"Short on money, free sleep," Grantaire mumbled but it was clear he was fading away. Enjolras pulled him out into the rain and into the back of his car.

"Well, you are staying with me until we get this sorted," he stated but Grantaire was already passed out on the back seat.

The arrangement between the pair was going well. It was now agreed that if Grantaire kept the apartment clean and did not disturb Enjolras then he could stay in the guest room indefinitely. It had been a few weeks and there had been no upsets. This was until Grantaire brought his new boyfriend home. Everyone had suspected that Grantaire was gay for years now and he seemed to have an one night stand every night, but they were never serious; that was before Gabriel. Gabriel Lebeau was Grantaire's love; he doted on him almost as much as he had doted on Enjolras over the years. The only difference was that he believed his feelings to be reciprocated in this instance. It would be an understatement to called Gabriel a deceiving bastard. He manipulated Grantaire into doing things for him like spending his food money on buying Gabriel drugs; but Grantaire was oblivious to his flaws. To Grantaire he was an angel not the devil; there was nothing Enjolras could do to make him see any different.

However, for Enjolras the worst part was the sex. Those two seemed to be able to have sex anywhere and it nearly always disturbed Enjolras' work or kept him awake. Despite all this, Enjolras tolerated it. He did care about Grantaire and if Gabriel was making Grantaire happy then he should let them be. But one evening Gabriel pushed the blonde revolutionary too far. Enjolras was laid on his own bed trying to get to sleep when Grantaire and Gabriel tore through the apartment into Grantaire's room. This was a regular occurrence so Enjolras just clenched his fists but did not make any move to stop them. The walls in Enjolras' apartment were ridiculously thin; thin enough so he could hear everything that was going on in the other room. And he did not like what he heard. "Come on Nic," Gabriel laughed as the bed creaked. "It's fun and good for the mind," he encouraged.

"I don't want to Gabe," Grantaire murmured in response.

"Nic, it's good. Just a little H, will make everything better," Gabriel encouraged and Enjolras jumped up. He wasn't street-wise but Enjolras still knew the nicknames for heroin if he ever heard them; and there was no way on this earth Enjolras was letting Gabriel get Grantaire addicted.

He burst into the room with a burning rage filling his whole body. Gabriel was laid over Grantaire, holding him in place as he prepared the drug. Grantaire had his eyes squeezed shut but he didn't seem to be struggling; he would do anything the 'angel' told him to. "You, out!" Enjolras screamed at Gabriel in pure anger. "No drugs in my house," he shouted as Gabriel got up off Grantaire.

"Enj what are you doing?" Grantaire asked weakly but Enjolras was not listening to him. He pushed Gabriel out the door and locked it after him. "Enj, I was alright. Why did you tell him to get lost?" Grantaire asked, incredibly confused.

"Because I don't want you doing drugs," Enjolras replied sitting on the bed.

"Since when did you care?" Grantaire scoffed. He certainly did not expect Enjolras' response. He could not hold back anymore. He dove forwards kissing Grantaire. For a moment Grantaire stiffened but he soon melted into Enjolras' touch. They kissed passionately, leaning on the bed. Eventually Enjolras broke off, hoping he had not ruined their friendship. Grantaire was grinning, "You have no idea how long ii have waited for that," he laughed, leaning in for another kiss. Enjolras' heart swelled and he kissed back lusting for his drunkard.

No one knew how to respond to that story; it was nothing like they were expecting. They all knew about Gabriel but not how much of a bad influence he was on their favourite cynic. "So that is why this occurred," Grantaire smiled, kissing Enjolras. With a bang and a crash, Gavroche appeared under the table.

"What's up," he smiled looking at the Amis. They were all smiling over his shoulder completely oblivious to his arrival. Gavroche slowly turned around and saw Enjolras and Grantaire kissing. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, gawping. "How did this happen?" he shouted and everyone burst out laughing.

THE END

That is all mon amis! Everyone knows, you know the story of how it happened so there is nowhere left to explore before I let this be. Thanks for all the support this has been given and thank you to my two outstanding betas! Almost and Actress and my RL friend Ellie; love you both!