exr + "oh my god i wasn't supposed to send you that message FUCK"
Twenty dings. His phone had gone off twenty times, and that was twenty times too many. Enjolras grumbled, trying to ignore the incessant noise as he turned over in bed, attempting to put the ceaseless ringing from his head. He could turn the sound off, but that ran the risk of his alarm not going off. That couldn’t happen- it’d cause nothing but trouble; he’d be late to his internship, and then late for lunch with Feuilly, et cetera. Nothing but trouble. One the twentieth text, Enjolras sat up in bed with a heavy sigh. Honestly.
His eyes squinted at the bright light of his phone, the time blinking up at him. He had to be up in four hours. Enjolras unlocked it with a vigorous frown, pulling up his messages.
Grantaire: Ponine help hes driving me insane
Grantaire: he is so nanoying eponine
Grantaire: his annoying ass curls are going to KILL me
Grantaire: but i love it when he sometimes wears those glasse s? you know?
Grantaire: i think i cried a lil when he wore that sweate r vfest the other day
Grantaire: hes so annoying tho hes alwaus so DISTRACTED
Grantaire: his curls ponine
Grantaire: i want to tug
Grantaire: hes always studyin tho thats annoying too
Grantaire: ponine his eyes are so blue
Grantaire: he hates me
Grantaire: i love him so much epponine and he wont give me the time of day or the time of night
Grantaire: he wont even look at me but i wouldnt look at me either
Grantaire: hear ye hear ye: i am a piece o’ shit
Grantaire: i just want him so bad ponine but he is so too good for me
Grantaire: oh my god
Grantaire: OH MY GOD
Grantaire: oh my gOD I wasn’t supposed to send yo u those messages fuck
Grantaire: Goodnight Apoolo