Les Amis - Welcome to the Future

Les Miserables Fanfction by : J'Aimie Michelle Graham 2K

Disclaimer: Lemme make things clear. I do NOT own any of the characters, bar those who really exist. Though... I don't own them, either. Uh, Victor Hugo is the sole (and currently... dead) owner to Les Amis, and I do not make any profit off of this fiction. Heh... and so far, I never will. ^_~

Warning: Hee hee hee... if you like Feuilly, get out. ^^ That's blunt, ne? Anywho, Lud, I love that chara. And my imaginary-me (Yes, the one who... the one from that insane chat night, Liv... Clint... Shane... not the real Jai. ^^) does, too! Sooooo... have fun, amis.
Insane webmistress II ... Jai

As I stretched the blankets out, I tried not to bend over too much, as not to really cause the item of my lust a nosebleed. Although, I have to admit, the thought did cross my mind. When I had set up two sleeping areas, I looked to the two men.

"Should I get a blanket for… um… him? Grantaire?" I asked. They just laughed.

"Mademoiselle, if Grantaire ever needs anything, believe me, you'd know! He'll wake up if he's cold… trust me, I've known him for awhile." Combeferre said.

"Right-o then, I'll just… Um… sleep I suppose." I said, sitting down on the edge of my bed. Feuilly sat down on the blankets right by the foot of my bed. I looked down at him, turned a little red, and handed him two of my four pillows.

"Here…" I said, "I gave the other's the better pillows… um, sorry. You can have two of mine, I don't need all four."

Combeferre took this as his cue to shut up, and go to sleep, so sat down on the other 'bed', untied the ribbon that held back his hair, slipped off his boots, and went to sleep. Feuilly looked back up at me, those hazel eyes almost made me faint. Truth be told, I wouldn't have minded sleeping down on the floor that night. And, I freely admit, what I had decided to do afterwards, wasn't the smartest move.

I slid off the bed, and sat down next to him - a good distance, as not to say, 'Take me, I'm yours'. I had just met the man, and no matter how gorgeous he was… I wanted to know more.

"Feuilly…" I started.

"Rene," he whispered back.

"Right, Rene… can… can you tell me a little more about yourself?" I asked shyly, hugging my knees to my chest, and resting my chin on my knees.

He smiled, "Of course… I'm an orphan - I never knew my parents. My older sister took very good care of me, though. I'm an artist… I paint fans for a living. I taught myself everything I know, and somehow I managed to find my way into Les Amis…" he paused. "I'm twenty-one years of age, and…" he stopped. "Jaimie… that means 'Love', correct?"

I could have lost myself in his words forever… but when he asked my question, I had to answer. "Huh? Oh, yes. My name… it means Love. My second name means 'The Savior' or something…" I shook my head. "But back to what you were saying…" I asked, almost begging him to continue.

"Actually, I was hoping to know a bit of you…"

"Me?" I asked, a bit in shock. "I have to be the most boring teenager in the town. All right though, I suppose I'll give in. I'm a dancer, singer and actress all at the local school. I work at the comic book store in the next town… nothing out of the average." I muttered. Life - boredom. Simple enough.

He smiled. "You've a wonderful sense of humor though, 'Aimie"

"Aimie?" I asked, a bit curious.

"Actually, that would mean 'Love' in French. I'm sorry, I'll just use your real name now…" he said, a bit shyly.

"No, actually, I love it. I hate my real name anyway. I don't mind it at all…" I said, letting go of my knees and standing back up. "Feuilly…"

"Rene," he corrected again.

"Ugh, right… Rene, I'm going to contemplate sleep. I don't know if my classes are on tomorrow morning." I explained. He looked a bit confused, and just shrugged.

"Very well then… good night, Mademoiselle…" he said. I almost started to correct him, but instead, I just flopped down on my bed, and pulled the blue comforter over up to my shoulders.

: Next Morning:

The radio turned itself on again at 5:15… another mistake I'd meant to fix. The men all heard it, and awoke quickly with a start, thus causing me to laugh hysterically.

"Calm down…" I said, between bursts of laughter. Combeferre was ghostly white, which I found all the more funny. "It's just my alarm clock… In other words, I've got to get out of bed."

They just looked at me oddly again, and I smiled. "Nevermind… forget it." I said, listening to the radio for the news report - especially cancellations.

"Goffstown Area High School; Closed. Mountain View Middle School; Closed. New Boston Central School; Closed. Villa Augustina; Two Hour Delay." The announcer on the radio said. I fell back onto the bed, sighing with relief. No school - time for me to conduct some plans.

Joly, Courfeyrac, Bahorel, and Bossuet crawled from the extra room across the hall, wondering what all the noise was about. Feuilly and Combeferre pointed to me, where I was still lying on the bed, whispering an almost silent thanks to the Lord.

"Mademoiselle, is there something the matter?" asked Courfeyrac, who was the most awake of all seven.

"Well… yes, and no. Here's the situation. My classes at the High School got cancelled for the day, so that means I won't have to worry about that. I don't have to attend dance lessons tonight, but I'm sure I'll get called into work. My problem: My mother and brother. When they come home to find me alone with seven men… things will not be pretty let me tell you that. I need an excuse to tell them not to come home…"

Combeferre shrugged. "Tell them that you need to go out, and bring us?"

"My car has five seats…"

Again, I got odd looks from all present. "Forget it. I can't explain. Another problem arouses… you guys. I don't have any clothes that'll fit you guys… but I can probably wash what you're wearing…"

"Mademoiselle, it's not a problem… you don't have to work so hard on account of us…" Bossuet said, leaning against the doorframe.

I sighed. "Well, let me go call my 'place of employment'," I said, sarcastically. "It'll only be a minute." I sat up, and reached across the bed for my black and silver, V-Tech cordless phone. The men looked at me as if a monkey was on my back, and continued to do so as I dialed the numbers to 'Storytellers', the local Comic Book and Card Shop.

"Hey, you've reached Storytellers, in Goffstown New Hampshire. This is Sara…" a voice rang cheerfully through the receiver.

"Kimiko, listen…" I sighed.

"Ryuui? 'Sup?" she said, using my Japanese name.

"Actually, you wouldn't believe me if I told you…"

"Hmmm… that usually is the equivalent to: 'I've got seven men at my house, and if my mother walks in, I'm dead.'" She joked.

"Are you stalking me?" I asked, almost ready to fall over when I heard her sarcastic response.

"Ryuui… you're kidding me, aren't you?" Sara laughed, "Oh, that's so not funny…"

"Ehehehe… you wouldn't be laughing if you were in my position. Listen; tell whoever's in charge - Diane or Dave - that I can't make it in today… I'm sick, or something. I'm dead serious, I've got seven men from the nineteenth century standing in front of me." I muttered. The men perked up when they heard the 'nineteenth century'.

"J'aimie, this innit funny! Tell me the truth!" Sara whined.

"This is… listen, if you don't believe me, come over after you're done your shift. You'll love to meet these guys." I dared.

"Fine! See ya at lunch time… or shortly thereafter." She responded. "I'll be ready to meet these guys, whoever they are."

"Oi…" I responded. Stupid me… what a stupid thing to dare. Of course, Sara was dead serious. She'd only been one of my best friends since… uh… the seventh grade.

"Ja Ryuui…" Sara's voice rang again and she hung up. I was dead. One of my best friends was coming to pay me a visit, my brother and mother were due home any time, and these men still were giving me funny looks! All I needed then was for my 'sister' Amanda to call.

The phone rang...

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