|COMING SOON: CHAPTER TWO|
They Will Come When We Call 2Six Months Later….They Will Come When We Call 2 by ~EveryDayArtist
Bahorel shook his head, showering the floor with raindrops and waved cheerfully at Musichetta. “Evening! Rest in the back?”
Ignoring the widening of her eyes he loped into the back room and headed over to his friends. “Hey, sorry I’m late.”
Joly actually fell out of his chair as he sprang at the other boy. “What the hell did you do to your face?!”
It wasn’t too odd for the young man to come in covered in bruises; Bahorel thrived on conflict and was always ready to break a face or start a brawl. The shiner he proudly displayed as he sat down next to Feuilly was a garish shade of purple that bled into a blueish-black. He shrugged. “I walked into a door.”
“A bar door?” Enjolras sat down, glaring at the other man. Most of the group avoided eye contact with the blond, who was already typing on his laptop and shutting out the world around him. Over the last couple months the man
.:Meetings:.Karl was exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. All he wanted was to forget about math for a few minutes and just relax. Which would no doubt be kind of hard with some girl sitting in his spot. The young man stomped over and took a deep breath, nudging a leg slightly. "Hey."
She looked up from her sketchpad. There was blush across her face, as she touched her leg gingerly.
"H-hi..." she bit her lip nervously.
"Hi. Look, I get that it's a free country and all but this is the spot I almost always sit at to work and I need to be near that outlet so I can plug my laptop in and..." He eyed the campus map on the table next to her. "You new?"
She nodded reluctantly and looked at her MP3, which was plugged into the outlet.
"I-I... I'm so-sorry..." the girl frowned deeply and began putting her things away.
He sighed and ruffled his hair. "Nah, sorry. It's been a helluva a day. Y'can stay." He flopped into a nearby seat and hauled his guitar case onto the table before digging through his bag.