My World If She's Not There (An ENJONINE Les Mis fanfic)

Chapter 4: So. We meet again.

*Éponine's POV*

I decided that I would see them again. I couldn't resist alright!

So I walked into a few places where I was hoping they would be.

I was right. Sort of.

I walked in on one of them, Marius, and let the words come out of my mouth shyly, "hey there M'sieur what's new with you? Plotting to overthrow the state. You still pretending to be poor?" The corner of my mouth lifted a bit. "Come on I know your grandpa's rich."

He responds with "Won't take a franc that I've not earned. All of those bridges have been burned." He talks while walking down the stairs. I follow.

"I like the way you talk M'sieur."

"I like the way you always tease"

By then my heart is about to vaporize on the spot. So. I do like him, and I'll only admit that. It's too strong to hide. Maybe I could be happier with a boy. It's just that Marius is just so nice, and has got that little charm to him. As much as I don't like this, it's true. I had decided to flirt a bit, but I didn't think it would go anywhere!

Marius walks away, leaving me rueful. As he leaves, I stand there. I open my mouth slightly, and all that comes out is "Little he knows. Little he sees."

Later that day, I hear of a party. I never have anything to do, so I go. I see all of the barricade boys: Marius, Enjolras, Joly, as I recently found out their names were, etc. Most if them were drunk. The only sober ones seemed to be Marius, Feuilly, and I'm not sure about Enjolras. Also some others, but not many since the party just started and some showed up later. Marius seems all hung up on some girl who's there. Blonde hair, pretty face...do I know her? Probably not. I know barely anyone here, but I knew that this would be the end for me. I look at them for a while, but then turn away because I couldn't stand looking at this, the sight of him with a girl who isn't me. I look at everything else, the amount if wine bottles, the people here. Then my eyes fell on Enjolras. He's saying something to a very drunk Courfeyrac, but I don't think the conversation is going anywhere.

Suddenly, he catches my staring across the room at him, and he gives me a grin and a little wink. I didn't realize that he noticed, so when I did, I pretended I was calling to a random person who was between us. Of course, he couldn't hear me, so he said back "WHAT!?" And I mouthed random things, and he gave up trying to figure out what the message was. I see him leave and walk around the little space the party's being held.

All of a sudden, a slow song comes on. I glance over at Blondie and Marius, who are already dancing together. I look away, then see Enjolras right in front of me.

"Care for a dance, Mademoiselle?" He asked. I slammed my hand down on his and pulled him toward the middle of the floor. Am I playing hard to get, or is this dance what I want? Not sure, I hope it's the first.

I knew a bit about dancing, so thankfully I didn't crush any feet. So that I didn't mess up or anything, and that this was a bit unfamiliar, and I didn't want to panic, I took in the whole scene; how Enjolras's hand was so warm in mine, the feeling of his hand on my waist. This feels so...familiar, somehow. Like, I'm seriously not shivering. And my hand on his...surprisingly strong and buff shoulder. I stare at his face, which is inches from mine. Irresistible. We are both about to lean in, but then pause and think better of it. He looks so relaxed and focused, and I'm smiling my face off. I want to stop smiling, but I can't. Wait. Why does my face feel so warm. Goddamn it, am I blushing? I hate blushing. Enjolras's head was spinning around a bit. Ok, so maybe he was a little drunk, but he's still the same Enjolras, right? RIGHT!?

Then, as drunk as ever, the idiot Grantaire shouts out "Hey everybody! Looks like wittle Eppy over here has a crushy wushy on Enjy!" Except it was barely intelligible because he was drunk, so it sounded very slurred. My jaw dropped open. It might not have been all that apprehensible, but everybody understood every word of it, but barely. The sober ones knew everything, but the rumor will spread around, and the drunk people whose brains are too messed up at the moment to understand will hear about it and my life will be ruined.

I pulled away from Enjolras and ran out the door, pushing anyone who got in my way.

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Ok, 1. Sorry for any errors when I was taking the lyrics when Marius & Eponine were singing, and 2. I know, this is longer. I think I'm going to make the rest of the chapters this long.

Anyway, some drama there for ya. Sorry I had to make fun of granty.

For chapter 5, may I have maybe...

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