Love is enough- Les Mis fanfic/Enjolras

Chapter 6

"Um, can I talk to you" I cleared my throat, addressing the curly haired boy who sat with his back to me.

"What do you want?" He said unkindly and I used that as an invitation to sit down. I had a feeling this was going to be more awkward than I thought.

"Well I think we got off to a bad start. And if we are to be working together on something like this, then we at least have to be civil. I don't want to be petty" I said solemnly. It was so unlike me to be so serious that I didn't like it. I had a good sense of humour and found it so uncomfortable when people started acting serious around me.

He dragged his gaze off the papers in front of him and he met my eyes. His ocean blue orbs against my emerald green.

"I appreciate your apology" he said, looking down again. What?! Trust him to be like this.

"Woah woah wait! I never apologised I just-"

"Yeah I know. I was messing" he said, and I caught the tiniest glimpse of a smile, but he hid it straight away.

"I appreciate it though, that you are serious about something like this, and that you were mature enough to talk" he said. I didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. He obviously thoght I was a child.

"Right well I best be off" I said quickly, getting up from my chair and near-running out of the room.

As I was hopping down the stairs, I noticed Grantaire leaning against the wall, cup in his hand. His eyes were swaying to different people and when he heard my footsteps, his view snapped to me, a toothy grin on his face.

"So, did you cuddle and say sorry" he joked, grabbing my arm and dragging me to the table with the eager boys, desperate to know what we were talking about. I rolled my eyes at his comment and the boys laughed, leaning in to hear me tell the story.

"He's stubborn that boy" I remarked, taking a swig of Grantaires 'drink'. I immediately choked on the bitter taste and gagged. It was my first time drinking alcohol. Grantaire howled at my inexperience.

"First time?" Bossuet asked, sarcasm laced in his voice. I mimicked their sneers and pushed the cup back to Grantaire.

"Anyway, carry on" Jehan said eagerly.

"I don't know, he acts all mean and stuff but I don't believe that's him for one minute. I'm gonna crack him if that's the last thing I do." I said, partially to myself but loud enough for them all to hear. They all looked to each other, shifting around.

"What?" I asked

"Well nobody has cracked him yet. I hate to say it but I don't think you can bring out any kindness from him when he's leading. This is his priority. He won't let emotions get in the way" Combeferre explained, playing with his hands. I didn't care what they said, I was going to find the true man underneath his attitude.

"So how long have you been planning this?" I asked, changing the subject. They all relaxed, comfortable with this subject.

"Since we met really. We just got talking and bam. Les Amis de l'ABC formed" Joly said. You could see in his eyes how passionate him and the boys were. I felt so at home with them, I felt them becoming close friends of mine.

"Well I'm glad to join, you sure needed a woman's touch around here" I joked.

"So Éponine is your sister eh?" Grantaire said.

"Yeah why?" I questioned, suddenly intrigued.

"Well I don't know her well, she's not part of the revolutionaries, just comes for Marius really. But I know love in the eyes when I see it, and her, my friend, has it... in fact, I noticed something in your eyes too" he winked and I widened my eyes. Love! There's no such thing! Not for me anyway. My past had made me put a barrier up, not letting anyone in to the true me. I was a bit like Enjolras in some ways. I knew that if I let my guard down, someone would find out. About me.

"What are you suggesting" I scoffed and the curly haired boy smirked.

"I think your sister has a little crush... on our Marius!" He whispered, turning his head to see Éponine blushing while Marius was talking to her. My eyes gleamed.

"I'll talk to her later... I'll get the truth out of her sooner or later" I assured them before heading over to them.

"Ponine, where are we staying tonight?" I asked her when Marius had got up to get another drink.

"Oh I hadn't thought about that..." she sighed, racking her brain for ideas. "I always stayed in Marius' and Courfeyrac's spare room after the meetings." She explained.

"Don't worry, I'll ask Madame Houcheloup" I assured her, heading to the woman behind the bar.

"Madame, I don't suppose you have any spare rooms here tonight?" I asked, crossing my fingers.

"Ain't got a place to stay?" She said, sounding shocked.

"I ran away from home this morning" I confessed and she nodded sympathetically.

"Enjolras always has the room here. Barely ever leaves that lad. But you can stay in my daughters room at my house for as long as you need" she offered and I let out a sigh of relief, embracing her.

"Thank you" I said and she stroked my forehead maternally.

"I wouldnt have you on the streets dear! It's either that or somehow convincing Enjolras to share the room" she laughed and I spluttered. I couldn't imagine anything worse.

As if by cue, the boy silently walked down the stairs, his face expressionless. I prayed that he wouldn't come over here. I couldn't imagine anything more awkward. But it seemed the world was against me as he paced the floor and slumped on the bar stool next to me, barely noticing me.

"Brandy" he groaned and she turned around, getting his drink for him.

Since I talked to him first last time, I decided that it was his turn to talk to me and I played with my nails, acting uninterested.

We sat there in silence and he downed his drink quickly. I diverted my eye to a bushel of red and white and blue clenched in his fist and curiosity got the better of me.

"Whatcha got there?" I said, trying to sound casual but failing.

He fumbled with his hands some more before pushing it over to me.

"It lets us know who's part of this. Since your official now" he mumbled.

It was a small rosette made out of white, red and blue fabric, representing france's flag colours. I turned it over to examine it and noticed a small stitch coming undone. I pointed to it and he huffed.

"Blame Feuilly, he made them" he said, putting his hands up.

"It's cool, I like it"