A/N: Don't know how I was supposed to write 7 months, so we have skipped to 1 month until the barricade... And I'm going to be nice and not kill them off :) just for you guys. And I'm not going to quote every song and I'm going to kind of steer around the traditional les mis.... not completely just some of the scenes are a tad different.
Keep reading and be kind to one another :) also should I do another enjolras love story just not eponine? Let me know :) also I haven't read the book, I've just performed songs countless amount of times and seen the movie and the 25th anniversary about twenty thousand times :P so sorry if I don't get a detail from the book in here.... I'm waiting for my friend to finish the book :)
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"It's getting closer and closer, and we need to be prepared. Lamarc is ill and has been out of action for a while now, and we do not know why. You must all be prepared for anything," He speaks with such passion in his voice. You can see it in his eyes. Nothing can distract him when he has these speeches, not even me. Occasionally he scans his eyes across the room and they land on mine, his eyes soften for a split second seeing me, but as quickly as they softened do they become focused and hard again.
More voices arise and I just sit in the corner quietly watching everyone, Gavroche especially. My brother. He would never like to admit it to anyone here, apart from maybe Couferauc. He worries me that boy, he believes he can help, which he can he has the biggest heart in a little person in the whole of France, but secretly, I don't like any of their chances and Gavroche dying would be such a waste.
"Marius! What's wrong with you?" Grantiare laughs, "You look dazed,"
"Love," He shrugs, looking at him in the eye, Enjolras looking over and secretly listening to the conversation,
"Love you say? I've never heard you talk about a girl let alone love one?"
"I never thought I would. But if you had of seen her, you would know how I feel,"
"Marius, is love really important now? You need to be focused on the higher cause. Don't worry about your lonely soul, our little lives hardly count anymore,"
"They don't count do they? That's really helping me feel loved Enjolras, thanks," I but in, standing up and walking out. He said it himself. Their little lives don't count, their wives, loves, friends or anything that isn't related to the revolution, doesn't count.
"Eponine!" He calls, his footsteps thumping down the stairs, following me, "Eponine wait, that's not what I meant!"
"That's what you said,"
"I meant that he shouldn't be chasing some girl, and that everything should just stay like it is,"
"Well, that isn't what you said. I will meet you at home, if I'm not there, don't worry. I know my way around,"
"Ponine please," He begs, grabbing my arm tightly, "I understand I've hurt you, but please just stay at home and don't leave,"
I shrug my arm out of his excruciating grip and turn and leave. I won't leave his house, but only because where else have I got to go. "I'll see you later then," I call over my shoulder when I get to the door frame and turn to face him, standing there with a shocked expression on his face,
"Thank you," Relief floods into his voice, "I truly am sorry," He mutters and runs back up the stairs,
"Clearly," I mutter to myself, not realizing that everyone in the cafe was staring at us,
"He loves you mademoiselle, don't throw him away, you're the only distraction he has from the revolution,"
"Is that really a good thing?"
"Considering how... obsessed he was with this, yes it is," The lady serving drinks says, getting back to work straight away. I sigh and walk back to his house, the cool night chilling me through my new clothes. From Enjolras. He's too kind for me to back out on.
I light the candles closest to the door as soon as I enter his apartment and sit on one of the closest chairs, my head in my hands. Maybe I'm overreacting. He might have just mis-worded it like he said he did.
After what seems like hours, the door creaks open, "Eponine?" He asks, looking through the dark and finiding me in the sitting room walking towards him, "Oh 'Ponine I'm so sorry,"
"I overreacted, I know you love me," I mutter, embracing him and pressing his head against the crook of my neck, "I don't know why I got so upset,"
"Because I said-"
"I know what you said, but I think about it now and don't know why I did what I did,"
"Because you care about me,"
"I really do,"
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The thunder coming from the other side of the thin walls, is enough to frighten even adults. I'm surprised the roof hasn't caved in with the amount of rain. It's so loud I hardly heard the knock at my door, but the voice that follows breaks through the deafening sounds.
"Ponine, are you alright?" Enjolras asks from the other side of the door,
"I can't fall asleep but apart from that, I'm fine. You can come in if you want," I shiver, barely being able to spit out a word becuase of my teeth chattering.
As I speak, the door creaks open and Enjolras appears, huddling into a blanket, "It's so cold in here, I don't think it's this bad in my room,"
"You have a few candles in there for light don't you? They might give off some heat," I say, my teeth chattering louder than my voice.
"Eponine, you're freezing," He notices, walking over to me and wraping his arms around me, enveloping me in his blanket, "You should have told me it was this cold, I could have done something about it,"
"What? Put a candle in here? Probably wouldn't have done much," I chuckle, warming up from his immediate body heat and the extra blanket.
"Gotten you a coat or thicker gown to sleep in,"
"I have your old coat in the corner, I just thought it would be warmer to keep all of the heat under the covers and not get up,"
"Smart thinking,"
"See, I'm not just scum of the streets as everyone seems to think I am," I say, looking up to his face, his jaw clenched tightly "Or was," I laugh and his face softens.
"Was and never going back to it,"
"Why?"
"Because you'll be with me,"
