Note: this is the last chapter of this story. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all forgive my mistakes. Have a nice day))

The song Grantaire sings is The Beatle's "All my Loving".

To you, sweetheart Jehan.

Gavroche, Enjolras and Grantaire walk downstairs, cross a long corridor and enter a place, which could be a kitchen. Grantaire sighs as he watches the place. It reminds him of a royal dining room.

Marius's figure appears in a door way and says quickly. "Come on out of here. To be honest this part of the building hasn't been used very often." They walk outside and the Sun tickles their noses and cheeks. "It is the left ell which is normal and can be used."

Gavroche chuckles. "You mean not that pompous and classy? Could it be a place very servants live?" Marius sighs and nods, making other men smile. "That sounds better."

"Agree, I won't be afraid that I will accidently spill my coffee on Mona Lisa which is hanging in the corridor or wipe my feet_"

"I get it, Grantaire, thanks." Marius with pink cheeks opens another big door, letting his friends to came in.

Enjolras glances and decides that this part of the mansion is ways better. Many books on the bookshelves, pastel shades all around the place, paintings on the walls and bottles of wine, standing all together, complementing the atmosphere of the rooms. His gaze slips to Grantaire's face. His eyes are warm, reflection the spirit of the place.

"Well, Marius. We can use these bottles, can't we?" R asks with a hope in his voice.

Half an hour later all Les Amis has finally get together with all the provision. Combeferre and Marius walks to the garden in order to prepare the place for the brazier. Courfeyrac has taken the responsibility of marinating the meat, while Grantaire volunteers to make cocktails and drinks for everyone. That looks very promising as he starts his own barman show: the flying bottles of Jack Daniels, four different kinds of liqueurs and Martini. Gavroche stands near the table, watching that with wide open eyes, cheering R up. Courfeyrac laughs as Grantaire gracefully catches the bottle and starts pouring the liquid, but then notices Enjolras's face and nearly drops everything.

Cosette and Joly walks with many plates in their hands, while Jehan, whistling a cheerful tune, with cups and glasses follows them.

The pergola or a garden house looks more like a marquee with light violet fabric and orange lanterns: small and big, shaped like stars. There stands a round table with creamy tablecloth and a vase with white roses. Jehan thinks that tulips would pass better, but the household is rich, that's why everything must be expensive. He smiles as his ears reaches the sound of Courfeyrac and Grantaire, singing "Single ladies". Moment later Gavroche joins them and they start dancing, easily competing with Beyonce's performance.

Combeferre wipes his forehead as he and Marius finally manages to do something useful with the brazier. He tugs off his t-shirt and sighs with relief as a wind touches his bare skin.

The thought about the sunburn crosses his mind, but he quickly troughs it out of his mind. It's only the end of May after all.

Jehan has been in a process of placing the napkins on the table as he notices Joly's gaze. The poet watches him and realizes where the medical student is looking.

"You know what? If I come and say him that he is going to have sunburn, he will literally kill me." Joly says and puts bottles with mineral water near the table.

Jehan chuckles. "But he is going to have it. Look at Ferre's shoulders." He grabs an apple and bites it. "I think Cosette must have sun block or something."

"I've got that too."

The poet smiles. "Of course you do. So go and give it to Combeferre."

Enjolras has approached them, hiding his smile as Joly sighs and walks to the house.

"He is so shy. Even more than I." Jehan sits on the chair, admiring the view around him.

The golden haired Enjolras reaches for a bottle and makes a sip. "What is Courfeyrac doing with the meat. I am starving to be honest."

"ENJOLRAS!" the leader jerks and turns quickly.

"What's that, R?" he asks with troubled voice.

"Come here quickly!" Grantaire shouts from the other side of the garden, with his tangled locks and wide open eyes.

Jehan and Enjolras exchange gazes and the second one rushes to the cynic. "What is wrong?" as he stops Grantaire watches him for several seconds, his eyes remind Enjolras deep blue sea; the depths which Sun can't warm with its light. "Granta_"

Dark curls, thoughtful face, eyes that care, heart that loves, soul which is healing- the whole Grantaire's nature just hugs Enjolras. Without any reason. Simply because he has a good mood and he wanted to share it.

Jehan's lips form a smile as he watches them. A marble statue cracks when the other heart flickers. The soul has found a light.

Courfeyrac appears near Jehan with a little chamomile in his hand. The poet smells the tiny flower and then leans forward. "Told you they would be fine." He matters in Courfeyrac's collarbone.

"I've had no doubts about that." Courf answers, caressing Jehan's soft hair.

Joly walks out of the house, thinking that next time he will not enter that place alone. He's found himself lost twice, before he saw a front door. When he feels the daylight on his face again he notices Marius running somewhere with strange face expression. He really doesn't want to know why Marius does that. Gavroche runs after him, laughing maniacally.

The medical student sighs and walks to the shirtless Combeferre. He suddenly feels that he is blushing. "Ferry?"

Combeferre turn his head, holding several wooden sticks. "Mh Uhh?"

Joly carefully shows the sun block with apologetic face, still blushing. "Your shoulders…They are going to hurt."

Ferry reminds silent for a second, but then chuckles. "You are beyond imagination, Joly." The cheeks of the other student have become scarlet. "Come here, I am going to need some help with this."

Joly steps forward and pours some cream on his palm. "Don't want you to do that yourself?" Combeferre looks at the eyes of Joly. "Okay." He adds quickly.

His rather small hand touches the other man's shoulder and carefully spreads the cream.

"Sorry for being harsh with you this morning, Joly." He says, looking away. "You are just caring. Thank you."

The paranoiac medic feels himself good. Exact feeling when Combeferre smiles at him at the railway station. "I know that I am a bore. I just can't do anything about that."

Ferry smiles, knowing that he would be lonely without Joly. He is his best friend. "It's okay."

Joly finishes and wipes his hand, hiding his smile and still red cheeks. Combeferre watches his actions and then laughs. "You are such a kid, you know that?" he stands up from the chair and hugs Joly, the hesitation on his face makes Ferry chuckle once again.

"Seriously people, you are kidding me. You are hugging and kissing every bloody three minutes!" Gavroche rolls his eyes while searching for something eatable. "In Paris Les Amis are so serious, so mature, blahblahblah…Revolution, freedom…"

Cosette's appeared near the teen with a sandwich in her hand which she gives to Gavroche. "Don't blame them. It's spring after all." She runs her fingers through his blond hair; her gentle smile makes the kid to feel himself awful for wanting to kiss this beautiful mademoiselle. Cosette notice the color of Gavroche's cheeks and hugs him tightly. "See? Hugging isn't that bad. It is because a hug is a handshake from the heart."

"The meat is ready!" Marius announced proudly forty minutes later as all Friends of ABC cheer happily.

The atmosphere of the day spent with your friends can't be just described. It must be felt by the heart to realize it. Jehan will say that friendship of Les Amis reminds him a hot chocolate muffin: amazingly good and warm with sweet aftertaste on the lips. Grantaire will probably explain his feelings using his watercolors, mixing them, creating the picture of their spirits and bonds.

When the evening gently wraps himself around Marius, Cosette, Courfeyrac, Jehan, Combeferre, Joly, Gavroche, Enjolras and Grantaire; when the soft, dim lights of the little lanterns illuminates their hearts; when arms, wrapped in each other warm them; then Les Amis realize that they can stay like that forever. There will be thousand friends like them in the future, there were in the past, but in this moment nothing else matters.

"I'll pretend that I'm kissing
the lips I am missing
And hope that my dreams will come true
And then while I'm away
I'll write home ev'ry day
And I'll send All My Loving to you."

The sounds of the guitar remind the sound of the soul: bitter and sweet at the same time. Enjolras is watching Grantaire who is playing it. The dark blue eyes are sad again. Or maybe tired; like when you are tired after a long day, full of emotions. His voice sounds so natural when he sings. Enjolras thinks that when Grantaire is singing he is showing his heart, he revealing it, letting it to calm down and rest.

Jehan stands up from his chair and glances at Courfeyrac; then slowly takes his hand. "Let's dance while the Moon is shining."

Their figures strangely match the sound of Grantaire voice. The Moonlight strangely, yet so good fits the orange lights of the lanterns.

Enjolras's hands around Grantaire's waist fit perfectly.