Love in the Library I am using the movie Grantaire and the book Enjolras, cause they just fit for this story. Rate and Review! Xx Katie I re-read over the first chapter, and something went wrong so here it is again, and this time with nothing missing! P.S. I do not own Les Mis or the characters or anything like that (obviously) but here's to Victor Hugo for writing such awesomeness! Enjolras sighed as he scanned his eyes over the vast shelves of the library. Why did it always seem that the exact book he needed was nowhere to be found? He cursed and ran his hand through his hair. It had been pulled into a ponytail, but he had long since pulled it out in frustration. Enjolras continued his search and finally settled on a worn, dusty book that looked as if it may help him a little. He picked up his rather large stack of books and carried them to the check- out counter. Enjolras left the library still attempting to fit all the books he checked out into his bag. He kicked himself again for not bringing a larger bag, yet this always seemed to happen. He would find one book and another and another and one not even relating to his subject, but it seemed interesting enough, so he would check it out anyway. While struggling to fit one rather stubborn paperback into his bag, Enjolras bumped rather abruptly into a rather large person. "Oh, I'm sorry. I really am…" he stopped short. The man in front of him was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen in his entire life. He had curly, dark hair and a bit of stubble around his strong jawline. His eyes were covered by sunglasses, and Enjolras had to catch his breath. "Cat got your tongue?" the man joked, and Enjolras started back to reality. "No, no. I'm sorry, I was preoccupied, and I didn't mean to run into you." The man smiled, and said, "Well, we've made quite the mess here, haven't we? Here, let me help you." He reached down and began to pick up some of the fallen books. He handed them to Enjolras, and looked at his watch. "Well, I must be off. Be a little more careful next time, though. You might not run into someone as helpful as I am." He chuckled and smiled again before heading in the opposite direction, leaving Enjolras stunned on the street. Back at his apartment, Enjolras could not contain his smiles. One of his roommates, Courfeyrac, noticed as soon as he came back from class. "Well, look at this. I'd say our marble man has met someone." Courfeyrac joked as he made himself a cup of tea. "I wouldn't say met, I don't even know his name." Enjolras replied. "I was more struck by his beauty than anything." "I think you're spending too much time with Jehan. Go find the guy for God's sake." Courfeyrac answered. "That's just a little harder than you make it sound, Courf. I don't know who he is, where he came from, or anything. I just know that he might be one of the most beautiful people that I have ever met in my entire life." By this time Courfeyrac had had enough. "Get a grip, Enjolras. Go find someone. Who knows? Maybe you'll see him again somewhere." Enjolras instantly brightened at this idea. Maybe I will. He thought. He hoped with all his heart that Courfeyrac was right.