3. “I love you” said as a scream
I’m going to assume — though perhaps shouldn’t — that you expected this to be angsty. I hope not to disappoint you too badly ;)
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Grantaire said calmly, seemingly blithely unaware of the murderous look Enjolras was giving him.
“Oh, but I really, really do,” Enjolras said between clenched teeth.
Grantaire arched an eyebrow at him and swiveled around on the hard plastic seat to look behind them. “Enj, there are literal children on this ride. It doesn’t even have a lap bar, just a seatbelt. I somehow think you’re overreacting, just a little.”
The rollercoaster lurched slowly forward and Enjolras squeezed his eyes shut. “There are three things I absolutely hate in this world,” he hissed. “Heights, speed and, at the moment at least, you, and this is the goddamned unholy trinity right here.”
Grantaire had the nerve to chuckle, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “It amazes me that a man like you who has stared down US senators and half the goddamn National Guard in full riot gear is scared of a little baby rollercoaster.”
Enjolras opened one eye to glare at him. “It amazes me that you seem to think that you’re going to make it out of this alive, let alone with a boyfriend.”
Shrugging, Grantaire kissed Enjolras’s cheek once more. “Well, we had a good run,” he said comfortably, as the ride slowly started its ascent. “And at least we’ll go out on a high note.” He paused. “So to speak, anyway.”
Enjolras whimpered as the ride slowed, approaching the peak, and Grantaire looked torn between amusement and exasperation before schooling his expression into something more sympathetic and reaching out to tilt Enjolras’s face towards him. “Hey,” he said softly, “you’ll be alright. I promise. And besides, the only way you can murder me is if you make it through this.”
Despite himself, Enjolras laughed lightly and opened his eyes, not looking away from Grantaire. “I…” he started.
“Yeah?” Grantaire asked, with a small smile bordering on a smirk. “You what? You hate me?”
“No, actually, I—” Without warning, the ride pitched forward over the peak of the coaster, and Enjolras’s words turned into a high-pitched scream of terror. “I LOVE YOU!”
When the ride finally came to a stop, Enjolras had lost what little color he had, and Grantaire wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “God,” he sighed, “that was totally worth it.” He leaned in and kissed Enjolras, who seemed frozen like a statue. “And for what it’s worth, babe, I love you, too, even if I don’t feel the need to scream it at the top of my lungs at an amusement park.”
“I’m going to kill you,” Enjolras informed him, and Grantaire just laughed.
“Sure you are,” he said cheerfully. “Hey, what do you say we ride it again?”
And Enjolras just groaned.
