“Let’s take a road trip,”
Grantaire had whispered in the early morning when nothing felt real, expecting
Enjolras to say no.
Enjolras whispered back. “Let’s go.”
serious,” Grantaire said.
twenty minutes later, they were in the car.
had thrown clothes and toothbrushes into a duffle bag and Grantaire had grabbed
his guitar and camera and a box of cds that he had gotten from his mom.
Everything was stuffed in the trunk of the car, and they both sat breathless in
the front seat.
we really doing this?” Grantaire asked, giddy with excitement. Enjolras didn’t
say a word, he just kissed Grantaire and started the car.
get married,” he whispered when the sun finally came up, hours later. They were
driving through farmland, turned golden with the sun. Grantaire was picking his
guitar and humming, hair wild against the back of his chair.
looked up, half of a smile on his lips. “Are you serious?”
Enjolras grinned wolfishly. “I am wild.”
I’m so sick of this stigma that theatre geeks’ favorite musicals can’t be High School Musical or Les Mis or Wicked or Phantom or Hamilton or any other popular musicals. Like. There is a reason it is popular, and that’s because it’s good.
*In My Head*:
Valjean never knew that Javert committed suicide did he? When he told him to meet him at Rue Plumet and he never came, he must have been so happy thinking Javert has learned mercy. If he had known that Javert committed suicide what would he have done? He would probably feel so horrible about it, maybe even going as far as to blame himself