Grantaire and Enjolras. First anniversary. (Week, month, year, either works)
This one is also short lol, sorry
"Do you think he'll remember?" Grantaire asked Bossuet, lying on his back on his friend's living room floor.
"Remember what?" Bossuet asked absentmindedly, tapping at his phone. He'd been obsessed with some game recently, and the background music could be heard at practically all hours. Grantaire wondered how he hadn't given up yet, since he'd accidentally deleted it twice, and reset the game once. But he supposed Bossuet was just used to it.
"You know." He said, making a gesture with his hand. "Our one year anniversary." He literally could not keep the smile off of his face or out of his voice. He didn't even have it in him to be embarrassed about it, either.
Bossuet tapped furiously on the screen for a few moments, and then hit something that stopped the music looking up.
"I dunno, man. You know how he is. He gets caught up in everything and forgets stuff sometimes. You know even if he doesn't remember that he still cares." He set aside his phone, glancing at it and then turning it over so that he couldn't see the screen.
"Yea, I know." Grantaire said, sighing. "It'd just be nice if he remembered, that's all. He's gonna beat himself up if he remembers after today. So I'll have to mention it later on if he doesn't say anything first."
Grantaire was staring at the ceiling, but even without looking at Bossuet he could tell he was anxious to get back to his game.
"Continue playing whatever it is you've gotten so invested in." He laughed. "Don't let me stop you by shoving my problems in your face, man."
"Aw, you know you can shove your problems in my face whenever you need to." Bossuet said, as the music started up again.
"I've just developed a problem in the form of not being able to put my phone down for five seconds. I'm really, truly, sorry."
Grantaire stood up, laughing and pretending to ruffle Bossuet's nonexistant hair, and headed into the kitchen to make himself a snack.
As he was getting the milk out of the refridgerator to poor into a glass, his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He held the milk carton handle with one hand as he fished out his phone, unlocking the screen with his thumb.
The new message that popped up was from Enjolras (Or 'Apollo' as he had him in his phone) and it read "What're you're favorite kind of flowers?? I'm at the shop in town and I wanted to get something for you since we've been together for a year today, but I don't know which ones you like the best. I figured it was better to ask then to bring back ones that you don't like."
Grantaire was grinning so wide that he had to lift his hand to cover his mouth.
The problem with this, of course, is that in doing that he would either drop his phone or the milk, and his mind had decided that his phone was more important.
As his hand touched his face, milk erupted onto the floor and an alarmed Bossuet screamed "Jesus CHRIST what happened?? You made me drop my phone, dude, what the fuck??"
As Grantaire got the roll of paper towels from the cabinet, a grin still in place on his face, all he could say was "He remembered."