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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Les_Misérables_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Enjolras/Grantaire, Montparnasse/Jean_Prouvaire, Courfeyrac/Original
      Female_Character, Joly/Bossuet_Laigle/Musichetta, Cosette_Fauchelevent/
      Marius_Pontmercy, Marius_Pontmercy/Éponine_Thénardier, Courfeyrac/Cosette
      Fauchelevent, Javert/Jean_Valjean, Fantine/Javert
  Character:
      Enjolras_(Les_Misérables), Grantaire_(Les_Misérables), Montparnasse_(Les
      Misérables), Jean_"Jehan"_Prouvaire, Courfeyrac_(Les_Misérables),
      Combeferre_(Les_Misérables), Joly_(Les_Misérables), Bossuet_Laigle,
      Musichetta_(Les_Misérables), Éponine_Thénardier, Azelma_Thénardier,
      Gavroche_Thénardier, Cosette_Fauchelevent, Javert_(Les_Misérables), Jean
      Valjean, Feuilly_(Les_Misérables), Bahorel_(Les_Misérables), Marius
      Pontmercy
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Abusive_Relationships, Implied/Referenced
      Character_Death, Mental_Health_Issues, pre-mature_balding, Hypochondria,
      dancerjolras, cosette_and_enj_are_twins, cool_guidance_counselor_jvj,
      Pining, Teen_Pregnancy, fluff_and_angst_and_smut_oh_my, Gangs, Fighting,
      sadness_so_much_sadness, feuilly_is_in_glee_club, Parties
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-05 Updated: 2014-09-08 Chapters: 2/? Words: 1727
****** my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating ******
by grntaire, orphan_account
Summary
     From ping pong to murder, this boy has done it all. The story of
     Grantaire and Les Amis.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** some say i'm disturbed *****
It was cold and dark. Like the inside of Grantaire's soul. He could hear the
leaves rustling on the tree outside his bedroom window. The sound would keep
him up all night. Another night thinking about his past and where he went
wrong.
Things weren't always like this. No, as a small child, Grantaire had been
happy. But everything changed when he turned thirteen. That was when everything
changed. One night, he was walking home from ping pong practice when he was
stopped by a taller man in a leather jacket. His eyes were intimidating and
seemed to pierce through Grantaire’s soul. He recognized this man from school,
he was a senior. It was then that he decided to take Grantaire under his wing
and have him join in the gang.
The gang was tough, really tough. Grantaire found himself spending his nights
beating up guys he didn't even know, even going so far as to stab someone once.
He would never forget what that felt like. To feel someone's life draining away
beneath him. Because of something he did. Everyone in the gang had
congratulated him, patting him on the back and telling him he did a good job.
But Grantaire had just felt sick. It was then that he knew he had to get out.
Some nights Grantaire would lie awake hating himself. This was one of those
nights. It was years ago but he just couldn’t let go. How could he have done
that to another human being? Taken their own life. They had a family, maybe a
dog. Knowing he wouldn’t be falling back asleep anytime soon, he clapped his
hands twice to turn on his lights. Sitting up, he ran his fingers through his
messy hair and walked towards his book shelf. The bottom shelf held a shoe box.
This shoe box contained all of the things he had stolen in his gang years.
Except the stereo, that didn’t fit. Looking through the box he remembered the
times he thought it was cool to be part of a gang and steal.
One of the items in the box was an old music box with a ballerina on top.
Grantaire had no idea why he still this particular item, it was as though he
felt drawn to it by some powerful force. Something telling him that he needed
this music box. He picked it up now, opening it gently and listening to the
melancholic tune it played. It reminded him of his feelings, which were also
quite melancholic. Bringing it back to bed with him, he clapped two times and
let the music bring him into a peaceful sleep.
The next day at school
Courfeyrac had had a fantastic weekend. He went to six different parties and
hooked up with at least three people at each of them. He'd even gone all the
way with most of them. Everyone wanted him, after all. Since he absolutely
loved sex, he was always happy to give the people what they wanted.
So anyways, still full of joy from his fun weekend, he skipped into school,
grinning as he entered homeroom, "GOOD MORNING SUNSHINES!!" He yelled
cheerfully at the couple of students who had arrived before him.
“That guy is such a champ,” one of the students said to his friends as
Courfeyrac walked by. Courfeyrac took a seat next to Combeferre who looked at
him with disapproval in his eyes, “Slow your roll there.”
"My roll is at a perfectly reasonable pace thank you very much." Courfeyrac
replied, sticking out his tongue childishly, before grinning again, "Anyways,
Ferre, you won't believe who I saw this weekend at party number...four!!"
Combeferre couldn’t care less about who was at party number four, though in the
interest of his friend he responded, “Who?”
“Enjolras!” Courfeyrac replied, “he was actually at a party!”
Combeferre raised an eyebrow curiously, "Really? He didn't tell you he was
going to one this weekend?"
"YOU KNEW AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME??" Courfeyrac gasped dramatically, "Why
though? Enjolras hates parties."
“Probably to deal with the stress of his father,” Combeferre commented wisely.
Just then, Enjolras himself walked into the classroom. He sat down next to
Courfeyrac and whispered, “Don’t tell anyone about the whole party thing. I
can’t have my father know.”
Courfeyrac makes a motion as if to say "My lips are sealed"
"So Enj, how was your totally boring weekend with absolutely no party activity
whatsoever?" He asked with a wink.
Enjolras rolled his eyes, "You’re ridiculous"
"You love me." Courfeyrac said with another wink. "So why were you at a party
anyways? Don’t you hate them?"
"Javert was lecturing me about becoming a lawyer again. I don't want to follow
his stupid dreams! I want to dance!!!!"
"Your dad's kind of a dick." Courfeyrac pointed out.
Enjolras chuckled and smirked, “Yeah, tell me about it.”
***** loving you must be like suicide *****
Chapter Summary
     fast times at les amis high
Chapter Notes
     Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the support we've gotten! Sorry
     for the wait, here's chapter 2! We hope you love it. Comment and
     leave kudos. :)
Jehan groaned at the massive headache they were greeted with when they woke up.
They’d barely gotten any sleep last night, had been up all night fighting with
Montparnasse again. That darn Montparnasse.
It wasn't fair, it really wasn't. When they first met, Montparnasse had been so
wonderful. His beautiful, mysterious muse. But after two weeks of dating,
things had changed. Montparnasse got mad one night because some guy didn't have
the drug money he owed him, so when Jehan had come over that night, he took it
out on them. Nothing was the same from that day on. Everything had changed.
They still loved him so much, though!!! They refused to leave him just because
of a couple of rough beatings. And he was still a good boyfriend, really. He
still took him on dates and bought them expensive things he didn't even ask
for. So they couldn't leave.
Instead, they would just power through it and hope things would change.
For now, they rolled out of bed and got dressed in a pair of lime green
leggings that hugged their thighs tightly, a pale pink muscle tee, and a
mustard yellow sweater that hung loosely off their scrawny body. After putting
on their floral doc martins, they were ready for school.
Jehan wasn't a fan of school, but they loved art class and writing class, and
seeing their dear beloved friends. Especially Grantaire and Eponine. They'd
been best friends their entire lives basically, growing up in the same shitty
neighborhood. There was a time where Grantaire had stopped talking to them but
that was over now and things were finally okay, they think.
They arrive in homeroom just in time for the late bell to ring. They let out a
huge sigh of relief they wouldn't be marked as tardy. Phew. Never in their life
had Jehan been late for a class. In middle school a rumor spread that if in
your whole high school life you never were absent or late, the Queen would
write you a personalized letter; this was their goal.
After homeroom, Jehan made sure not to pass by Montparnasse’s locker. He never
wanted to spend any time with Jehan inside of school. Montparnasse was a dick
in this way. It was as if he was embarrassed by them. They didn’t mind though,
because he gave him so much love when they were one on one. Jehan was an idiot
in this way.
Instead, they met up with Eponine to make plans for lunch. “What are you doing
at lunch?” Jehan asked Eponine.
“Oh,” she sighed heavily, “Gavroche forgot his lunch on the counter this
morning so I have to pick him up from his school and I’ll probably just take
him out to McDonalds because it’s all I can afford. I should see if Azelma
wants to come.” Eponine was always talking about Gavroche and Azelma. They were
her life. Her abusive parents had left her with the kids and little money.
Jehan and her could bond over abuse.
"Oh." Jehan replied, "Well, I could come, if you'd like?"
Eponine shrugged, "If you don't mind the siblings, sure."
Jehan smiled sweetly, until they remembered something, "Oh...I-
I actually...don't think I can go..." they had forgotten Montparnasse liked to
have them around at lunchtime. The last time they weren't.......Jehan shuddered
at the memory.
“That’s fine,” Eponine responded, “I better get to class.”
LUNCH TIME
“Hey, Feuilly, what are doing at lunch?” Enjolras asked his friend since his
locker was right next to his.
Feuilly’s face lit up, “It’s Wednesday!”
Enjolras looked confused as if to say, yes, thank you Feuilly, I know it’s
Wednesday because I am organized… My father bought me a nifty little day
planner so I am very aware of what day it is.
“Wednesday means Glee Club practice at lunch, silly!” he responded
enthusiastically.
Enjolras chucked, “Oh right!”
Feuilly was the schools most active member of the Glee Club - not that there
were that many members.
"Hey Enjolras, you should join us. Have you ever thought about it before?"
"Um....." yes yes yes yes Enjolras screamed in his head. He had always wanted
to join Glee Club and dance alongside everyone. But his father would never go
for that, so he was stuck dreaming. "I can't, really..."
Feuilly pouted with disappointment, "Think about it, please? You'd do really
well. I've seen you dance before."
"Feuilly, I can't. I'm sorry look...I have to go, okay?" Before Feuilly could
call out for him to wait, Enjolras was sprinting off in the other direction.
Trying to keep from crying. Stupid Javert with his stupid expectations.
Enjolras didn't want to become some stuffy lawyer or politician or businessman.
The only suits he wanted to wear were if they were part of his costume for
dancing.
Enjolras turned around, fighting the tears, and trying to figure out where to
go. He knew of the storage room by the stairwell that was rarely locked or
checked. That's where the burnouts always went to skip class when the weather
wouldn't allow them to retreat under the bleachers. Figuring it would be empty,
he ran there, quickly shutting the door behind him.
"Do you mind?" He heard a voice from behind him and jumped, turning around.
Standing there, was a boy he thinks he'd seen around before...Gregory or Grant
or something weird. He knew the stories, this kid wasn't to be messed with. His
heart jumped into his throat...
End Notes
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