My Moon: An Enjolras Love Story

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SÉRAPHINE POV

Friday, the day Enjolras would be accompanying me to the Lavoie residence, came rather quickly. The days between his promise to come with me and Friday itself consisted of a few outings with the gentlemen again. On Wednesday and Thursday, Éponine and I continued our afternoon meals with them, followed by a visit to the park on Wednesday afternoon. By the time Friday came, I found myself eager to see what Enjolras was scheming. Rising from my bed with the sunlight on that morning, I felt my heart tremor in excitement with the knowledge that I would be spending the day with Enjolras; unbeknownst to the others, all of whom I cherished deeply, Enjolras had quickly become my favorite of them all. This day would be very eventful - I could sense that much as soon as I woke up.

I got myself ready for the day and picked up a pastry tart to give to Enjolras. Then I began my steady stroll over to the restaurant at which we had eaten throughout the week, the meeting place as he designated. I was only waiting for about two minutes when I saw Enjolras pacing towards me: his confident stride and mass of bright locks were impossible to miss in any setting.

"Hi, Enjolras," I greeted sweetly, extending the hand with the pastry tart towards him. "I figured you'd be hungry since we're not eating until later, so I brought you this."

"You didn't have to do that," he told me as he nonetheless took a bite of the tart. "Oh, wow. This is great."

"They're good, aren't they? So," I pressed, wanting to get straight to business, "what's going on for today?"

"Well, you know I want to do justice against this Monsieur Lavoie you mentioned. He sounds like a pretty rotten person. Why don't you lead me towards the house and we'll take it from there?"

"Sure," I replied eagerly as I began my practically instinctive walk towards the Lavoie residence. "This sounds like it'll be fun!"

Enjolras grinned and looked down at me. "I think we'll have a nice time."

"Me too. Say, Enjolras, you're not about to go in there and do something that'll get you hurt, are you?"

"Dear, me. No. I'm not stupid enough to do that. In fact, although I hate to brag, I am very intelligent. Had you not noticed?"

A few days ago I would have responded apologetically, but by this time I had spent enough time with him to recognize his teasing side. I retorted playfully, "I guess you've disguised it well."

"Ouch," he joked. "Your words hurt, Séraphine."

"I think you'll get over it."

Enjolras was so easy to joke with! He had a sense of humor that was very easy to adapt to, the kind that let me know that he was comfortable with teasing and jokingly picking on friends. It made me feel as though it were okay to tease him in a similar fashion, and based on his responses he felt it okay to do the same to me. Good friends are those who are comfortable enough to poke lighthearted fun at themselves and at one another. For that, I began to see Enjolras as someone I could grow very close to.