Liberté, Égalité, Felicité

Chapter 4: Revolution?

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Mis. I only own Felicité Pontmercy so that's it. Hope you enjoy the story!

January 8th, 1831

Third Person POV:

Previously: "BECAUSE WE'RE PLANNING A REVOLUTION!" Marius bursts out, causing the room to fall into an awkward silence.

"MARIUS!" all of Les Amis de l'ABC shout as one. Felicité stares at her brother as if in shock, surprised but pleased her brother was doing something about the terrible conditions of France.

"Marius you blabbering imbecile," Enjolras sighs, furious that Marius had just exposed exactly what they have been doing. And also a little nervous about what Felicité would do about it, even though he'd never admit that to anyone.

"Don't talk to my brother like that," Felicité declares loudly. "Even though most of it's true, insulting my brother is my job, not yours." As she was speaking, she took a step closer to Enjolras until she's right in front of him, eyes locked.

"Okay?" Enjolras accepts, still very confused about: 1, her reaction about the whole revolution thing; 2, how annoyed she is; and 3, why the hell he feels like Marius, a fanboy confirmed.

"That's better," Felicité smirks, dusting her hands off lightly. "And the revolution..." she trails off, hoping for an answer to her question.

Marius blanches, already suspecting Felicité would like to join. "Lissy just forget I said anything."

"I can't really," Felicité comments sassily. "You've literally just said it a second ago and I don't have that bad of an attention span. Also, all of the boys' reactions piqued my interest."

"If you tell the king-" Ferre starts, getting interrupted by Felicité almost immediately.

"What kind of person do you think I am?" Felicité questions, incredibly annoyed. "I'm not one of those prissy bourgeois ladies that only care about what they're wearing, what's in fashion, their husband's jobs, and wealth. That's stupid. How else would I have met Gav if I was one of these aforementioned ladies?"

"Don't forget about the croissants, pastries, and jacket!" Gav chimes in, already wanting her to join their little band of merry revolutionaries (the merry part coming mostly from Joly, Courf, and oftentimes Bosseut).

"Exactly," Felicité agrees, crossing her arms in front of her. "So why in the world would I ever tell the king?" Ferre splutters for a few seconds, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry mademoiselle," Enjolras sighs once more. "We've said this to almost everyone who joins Les Amis de l'ABC. You can even ask your brother." Felicité looks at Marius, her eyebrow raised in a questioning glance.

"It's true," Marius admits, wanting his sister to leave and not join the revolution at all. "They scared me nearly to death from it."

"I think you nearly peed your pants," Courf snorts from his chair next to Gav, feet propped up on the table.

Marius blushes. "Courf! I did NOT almost pee my pants; I'm an adult."

Enjolras rolls his eyes. He rolls his eyes almost every hour without fail; it's like his only facial expression. "So are all of us here. Your point?"

"That I didn't pee my pants!" Marius blurts out again, unaware of how his fierce defense basically tells Felicité that he almost did.

"That's not what Courf said though," Felicité smirks. "He said that you 'nearly' peed your pants. You're just saying that you didn't do it. There's a difference, you know." Almost all of the boys in men's bodies (and Gavroche), barring Enjolras as he doesn't laugh normally and Marius as the joke's about him, start to die of laughter. Gav nearly fell off his chair as a result of his giggling. Bosseut did. "Sooo anyway, how does one join this revolution?"