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Enjolras knocked lightly on Jehan’s door before pushing it open and letting himself in. He was sure Jehan was busy being flustered and hadn’t heard the door.
“Jehan?” he called lightly from the bottom of the staircase. “Jehan Prouvaire!” he called again.
“One second I’m coming!” he cooed. Enjolras heard his light footsteps scurrying across the upper floor. Jehan appeared at the bannister, standing on his toes, his hair all in a frizzy reddish mess. He was wearing nothing but one of Feuilly’s button down shirts, which was far too big for him and came down nearly to his knees. Enjolras smiled up at him.
“Ready?”
“No I’m not ready! I can’t go like this! I have to comb my hair and decide which tie to wear and make flower crowns and—”
“We’re just going to have your hair done, Jehan! Remember? You asked me to drive you yesterday.” Enjolras said.
“Oh! Oh right! I’m sorry, I’m so nervous.” He said, scurrying back into his bedroom and pulling on a pair of proper shorts and rolling up the sleeves on Feuilly’s shirt. “Yes alright!” he said, trotting down the stairs at lightening speed. “I’m ready now!”
“Shoes?” Enjolras inquired.
“Oh right!” Jehan said, hurrying to the kitchen where he had kicked off his favorite pair of Birkenstocks, slipping them on and returning to where Enjolras waited at the bottom of the steps. He held the door for Jehan and then opened the car door for him.
“Wow, Enjolras, you’re like my own personal chauffer!”
“Well, you’re getting married this afternoon! You deserve the best! Sorry I forgot the white gloves at home.” He joked, starting up the little red Fiat 500 with a soft rumble.
—o0o—
“Feuilly wake the fuck up!” Grantaire shouted at Feuilly’s face as he lay on the futon in Grantaire and Enjolras’ apartment. He groaned and pulled the comforter up over his head, prompting Grantaire to grab his shoulders and shake him violently.
“Mother fuck, you meathead!” he shouted, pushing Grantaire off of himself and sitting up.
“There ya go! Here, have a coffee.” Grantaire thrust the mug into his hand. Feuilly took a sip and made a face.
“What the fuck is this?” he asked, looking into the cup.
“What do you mean? It’s coffee.”
“No, this is heavy cream and sugar with some coffee sort of stirred in.” Feuilly replied, placing the mug on the coffee table and leaning against the backrest of the sofa, rubbing his eyes with his hands. Grantaire laughed.
“Sorry! I’m so used to making it for Enjolras.” He handed Feuilly his own cup of black. “Have that.” Feuilly grunted in reply, downing most of the coffee in one go.
“what time is it?” he asked.
“Seven” Grantaire replied.
“Why am I awake at seven AM on a Saturday?”
“Because you have to get ready. Enjolras just left to get Jehan.”
“Shit is that today?”
“Well yeah. That’s why you’re here and not at Jehan’s place. Can’t see your bride before the wedding!” Grantaire recited.
“Right…”
“Come on. Jehan will be pissed if you show up looking like a bum.”
“It’s sort of hard for me to not look like a bum.”
“That’s why we’re going to the barbers for a shave and a hair cut-style-thing or whatever, and then we have to get you all dressed and shit so you look okay. But get a shower first. Down the hall to the left.”
“Why do I need a shower I’m fine.”
“You smell like a bigfoot.”
“You’ve never smelled a bigfoot, you asshole.”
“Get in the shower, you dickhead.” Grantaire said. “I’ll make breakfast.”
—o0o—
Jehan was fifteen when he met Feuilly for the first time. Enjolras brought him out to the little corner café near his parents’ house to brighten his spirits after one of his favorite plants died. Enjolras brought Jehan out on lots of little ‘dates’. Seeing as Jehan looked like a girl already, nobody ever commented on them, and nobody knew that Enjolras was questioning his sexuality. It worked out well for both of them.
After making it halfway through his strawberry smoothie, Jehan excused himself to the bathroom. He crept in quietly, hoping nobody would see him. He didn’t really care what anyone thought of him, but he knew Enjolras was sensitive on the subject, and didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable, should anyone see him walk out of the men’s room and reassume his seat next to Enjolras.
He was washing his hands when another boy, just slightly older than he, about seventeen, walked into the bathroom. He looked him up and down before bowing his blonde eyebrows, seemingly puzzled. Jehan smiled and offered him a wave.
“You do know this is the men’s room, right?” he asked, seeming more nervous than anything. Jehan nodded, feeling his cheeks redden. He was so terribly shy, and hardly ever spoke to strangers.
“You also realize you’re not a guy, right?” the boy continued, leaning against the door. Jehan wasn’t sure what to do. His only escape had been blocked—unintentionally, of course—and he was in the company of a complete stranger.
“I—I’m a guy…” he said quietly, his pretty blue eyes cast down to his pale yellow Chuck Taylors. He didn’t know what else to do.
“Are you like, a cross dresser or something?” he asked, still completely genuine, more curious than nasty.
“No, I just—well…I don’t know I just like wearing this stuff, I guess.” He explained as best he could, his hands shaking. He had never spoken with a stranger for so long without anyone else present to back him up.
“Oh.” The guy said with a shrug. “That’s cool.” He grinned, one of his teeth missing. “I’m Feuilly, by the way.” He added, offering Jehan his large, calloused hand. He took it gingerly, his own thin, pale fingers looking small and stick-like against Feuilly’s large palm.
“Jehan.” He replied with a kind smile. “Are you here with anyone?” he asked.
“Nah I just came in here to like…clean up, I guess…The owner of the place gives me free lunch and stuff…I sort of don’t have money, you know?” he admitted.
“Why don’t you come and sit with my friend and I?” Jehan offered. “Milkshake on me.” He smiled again. Feuilly nodded.
“Yeah. Yeah that sounds cool. Thanks.” He said.
Jehan left the café with Feuilly’s phone number scribbled on a napkin.
~Yay! Each chapter will continue on with their day in the present, and will tell a quick little bit about an important point in their past together. ALL THE CUTE! Comments make me happy! Suggestions also make me happy!