Ballet Shoes, Angel's Hair and Revolution (A Les Misérables fanfiction)

Chapter 13

The France is working its magic! I can't stop writing! Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think! Happy almost Christmas Eve!
- love
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The next two seconds were the most awkward two seconds of my life. We all love when little siblings say something embarrassing, don't we? I know it all too well, with eight younger siblings I've had such situations many many times.

But this wasn't a situation that I knew how to handle. All of us suddenly fell silent, not knowing what to say. Madame Courfeyrac seemed deeply disturbed by her daughter's stupid inappropriate words, Monsieur Courfeyrac was trying to hide a smirk of amusement, Enjolras had an annoyed smile on his face, and Courf... he was a whole another story. His chocolate eyes met mine for a second, and there was something about this look... something that I couldn't quite pinpoint, or maybe that I didn't want to pinpoint.

"Amélie! Victorie is my friend, I'm not going to marry her" mumbled Courfeyrac, but he didn't sound convincing.

"But Fra... she's so pretty" the little girl whined, and I felt myself blush.

"Amélie, what did I tell you about harassing our guests?" Her mother sounded severe and cold. I wouldn't want to be in the little girls skin.

"Please, Madame Courfeyrac, it is actually quite alright. I don't mind her words," I spoke, trying to sound confident, and make this conversation less awkward.

"Are you quite sure, my dear?" The woman's concern didn't sound sincere to me, If I'm to be honest, "children nowadays speak the strangest of things. We need to rethink the employment of our governess"

"I'm sure your governess is alright. I have eight younger siblings and they say similar things" I tried laughing, but it died in the uncomfortable situation. I wanted to get out already.

"Right..." the woman looked at me closely from feet to toes, I could feel her judging me. I knew she didn't like me, and I didn't even do anything wrong, well maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the number of my siblings. That was quite a lot of children for someone that isn't from the richest family... "we have other guests to attend to, we hope you will enjoy our party" she said and grabbed her daughter by the sleeve and walked away with her and her husband.

"Well that was awkward," summed up Enjolras, and I frowned my brows looking at him.

"Excuse me?" I laughed cynically, "If it was awkward, it shouldn't have been awkward for you"

"As a matter of fact it was," he said, sighing impatiently.

"Listen you blond idiot," I mumbled, pointing my finger in his chest, "you better shut your..."

"You two! Stop it! Right now!" Interrupted me Courfeyrac, pulling the both of us away from each other, and we looked at him with thunders in our eyes, "I thought the two of you could restrain from fighting at least once!" He shout-whispered, looking at us as if we were two stubborn children.

"Then maybe you shouldn't have made me pretend that I'm her cousin!" Enjolras exclaimed. Thank god the music was loud and nobody cared about what we were saying. Otherwise this could have been a source of many gossip.

"I thought you volunteered to help" Courf squinted at our leader, "what is your problem man?"

"I don't know, maybe I don't want to be her cousin" the blond argued.

"Listen, you slef-absorbed, chauvinistic, hypocritical idiot" I muttered through my teeth, "nobody asked you for your mercy, so go on. I don't want you to be your charity case," I hissed at him, "Find yourself a girl to dance with, I'm sure some bourgeois idiot will be much happier with your stupid company than I ever could be"