…Heh… So. Hello everybody. I umm… Yes. It's been… I haven't updated. In about four months. But here's the thing. This semester has been beyond miserable. And I have had no time to even read fan fiction, much less write it. I managed to finish writing The Call, but that's about it. But now it's summer break… Finally… And life will be able to go on!

So! To make up for this, I am starting this thing that I hope will take off very well. This is going to be a series of one-shots and drabbles that are basically days in the lives of the Amis, set in a Modern AU because I friggin' love Modern AU with a passion. I would like to update this at least once or twice a week, but I of course can make no promises because life loves to randomly pick up at the most inopportune times. But, the goal is nearly constant updates with little sweet stories of our babies.

I know this doesn't make up for not updating Catch Me, I'm Falling and Something Suddenly Has Begun for four months, but I promise to update those very soon, most likely within the week or two. Fingers crossed for updates on those ASAP!

So, without further ado, here's the first one-shot/drabble for this story! I hope you all enjoy! Please review if you do (or even if you don't!)

Stay revolutionary!

~Rosey

A MILLION LITTLE THINGS

Pamphlets and Popsicles

It was so hot outside that Enjolras thought he was going to have a heat stroke before he got to the Musain. The sweltering, August, Parisan sun beat down on relentlessly, his red t-shirt sticking to his back and chest, his thick blond curls plastered to his forehead. And the worst part to him was that he didn't burn in the sun. He freckled. And nothing was worse than those "adorable" freckles showing up across his nose and shoulders that made all the amis look at him like he was a precious six-year-old. He so would have rather burnt to a crisp than have one freckle show up on his face.

When the Musain finally came into view, Enjolras felt himself visibly relax at the idea of stepping inside the cool, air conditioned cafe and out of the suppressive sunshine. He pulled his sunglasses off his face and stuffed them into his bag, running a hand through his moist curls before pulling open the door to the cafe and stepping inside. The chilly air blasting against his too-hot skin as he walked in was unbelievably comforting, and he blinked to adjust his vision from the bright sun outside to the dim lighting of the Musain.

"Hey, Enj!" the chipper voice of his friend Courfeyrac came from two tables away and he looked over to find the owner of the voice, as well as Enjolras's best friend in the world, Combeferre, sitting at the table over a giant box of pamphlets. "You survived the heat, huh, Freckles?"

"Barely," Enjolras grumbled, freckle-covered nose going pink with a blush, coming over to set his bag on the table and sit next to Combeferre, who offered his younger friend a warm smile and kiss to blond curls.

"Have some water, Julien," Ferre insisted as he got to his feet to get a water bottle from a package next to the table. "You're going to dehydrate."

"Thanks," the blond instantly gulped the water greedily, emptying over half the bottle within ten seconds. "I needed that."

"I could tell," Courfeyrac chuckled good-naturedly. "Your usually flawless lips were all cracked and dry."

"And why were you looking at my lips?" Enjolras arched an eyebrow, bringing a laugh from both of his other friends.

"Let it go, Jules," Combeferre smiled warmly.

"I would break into song, but I think I'm already on Enjolras's bad side today," Courfeyrac laughed. Suddenly, his face lit up and his eyes glowed happily. "But speaking of frozen things, would you like a popsicle? I think 'Chetta said there are some in the back room!"

Unable to hide his smile at his friend's childish joy, Enjolras shrugged and nodded. "Sounds wonderful. Thanks, Courf."

"Sure thing!" the younger boy beamed, leaping to his feet. "What flavor would you like, Enj? Ferre?"

A few moments later, Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre were all munching on icy cold popsicles, tongues soon stained a colorful array of red, purple, and orange, sugary-colored fingers sorting through the stacks of pamphlets across the table.

"I think this layout is best," Combeferre pointed an orange-stained finger at a small, concise pamphlet in the middle of the table. "Easiest to pass out and simplest to read."

"I agree," a purple-tounged Enjolras nodded. "What do you think, Courfeyrac?"

"I think I need another popsicle," Courf laughed gleefully. "You two dorks keep doing the serious stuff. Personally, I'd take a popsicle over a pamphlet any day."

There's the first drabble piece! Very short, I know, and no real plot. Jut fluff. But all of these are most likely going to be quite brief so I can write one almost every other day without trouble. I hope you all liked this adorable little fluffy thing, and I hope to update again within a day or two!

Also, keep an eye out for updates on my other works. Fingers crossed on those!

Stay revolutionary!

~Rosey