In Enjolras' apartment, a movie flickered on the large TV. It was about 1 A.M., and Enjolras and Eponine laid comfortably on the couch. The six inches of snow outside created a tense chill throughout the city. So Eponine came over with fuzzy socks, jackets, and blankets. The two were under about five blankets together.
Eponine yawned. She had been over for 7 hours. She scooted closer to Enjolras.
Eponine soon dozed off on Enjolras' shoulder. Enjolras sat there, not knowing what to do. He couldn't leave, and he didn't want to anyway. But he didn't really ever sleep.
Eponine, still sleeping, put her head on Enjolras' chest and lay sideways. Enjolras looked at her with kind eyes. He was never smiley with anyone else. He liked the way he was with her. The two had been dating for a month, but nothing much had changed between them. They did stuff like this as best friends before becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. The only thing different was the kissing.
Eponine woke up in the morning admiring Enjolras' marble chest. She pretended she wasn't awake, but Enjolras knew she was and started petting her hair. Eponine smiled, and snuggled closer. They stayed like that until Eponine stood up to get them both some tea.
They watched the news and drank from their favorite mugs on the couch. Eponine's legs were on Enjolras' lap and she was sitting up, playing with his hair.
Something popped up on the T.V. about Egypt's revolution and Eponine had to calm Enjolras down and turn it off. It was time for her to leave, work and all, so she petted Enjolras' hair a few more times and kissed his cheek. Luckily, he was completely relaxed now. Eponine had that ability on him. She got up to leave, but he pulled her wrist back and they kissed on the lips. He followed her to the door and helped her put her coat on.
When he shut the door behind her, he leaned against it and smiled to himself.
The next day, Enjolras met his friends and fellow revolutionaries at the cafe.
"Hey, where were you the other night?" Bahorel asked.
"Yeah, we texted you a bunch." Joly added.
"Oh, come on guys! He was with 'Ponine!" Courfeyrac smirked. Enjolras rolled his eyes so the guys wouldn't notice the blush becoming more vivid upon his cheeks.
"See? He's not denying it," The guys all smiled and laughed at their love-struck leader. Except one.
Enjolras hadn't noticed how upset this all had made Grantaire. The empty bottle collection around him had doubled since Enjolras had come in talking of Eponine. Of course he's straight, Grantaire thought, just another reason he wouldn't wanna be with you.
"Hey, Lover Boy!" Courf called,
Enjolras rolled his eyes. "What?"
"Look who's coming," Courfeyrac said, nodding towards the window.
Enjolras turned and saw Eponine outside. She was walking into the cafe. Eponine had a beanie on behind the thick, dark, large, curls that surrounded her face. In one hand she held a coffee and the other she used to text on her iPhone. A knit scarf was wrapped around her neck and she wore a tan trench coat.
She placed the coffee into the other hand with her phone and grabbed the door handle. "Ooooh," the boys cooed as she walked in. Enjolras gave them that glare that meant if they didn't shut up he would slice their heads off- everyone knows that one. It's what some of the boys called "Enjolras' Grantaire Glare" because it was mostly reserved for him.
Eponine blushed at all the attention, not knowing what was going on. "Hey, guys," she said, wondering what just happened.
"So, what happened Thursday night?" Joly asked, laughing.
Eponine turned to Enjolras, giving him a look like 'Why would you tell them and what did you say?'
Enjolras responded with a look which said, 'I told them nothing, but I swear I'll kill Courfeyrac for this.'
She turned back to the guys. "Anyway,"
"Dodging the question!" Courfeyrac exclaimed. The students laughed. "Seriously, did you have a make-out session, or-"
"We didn't do anything last night! She came over and we watched a movie and we fell asleep! That's it!" he yelled, finally. Everyone knew that Enjolras always had the last word. If you didn't shut up after a certain amount of his death-threat glares, they'd no longer be threats. Meanwhile, Grantaire, upon hearing this, immediately halted at finishing off his next drink. So nothing really did happen last night. He sighed of relief to himself.
Soon, the bunch was all talking and laughing and sitting around the cafe. Enjolras and Eponine sat next to each other, and no one noticed that they were holding hands under the table.
"Hey, guys. Sorry I'm an hour late." Marius walked into the cafe, shrugging. He turned and saw Eponine, Cosette's best friend. Marius and Eponine had actually never met before. "Oh, so you're the Eponine I always hear about," Marius said, shaking her hand. The moment their hands touched, Eponine felt a shock. The second their eyes met, she wanted to melt. This was Marius! He was wonderful and sweet and- he was Cosette's. Jealousy filled her, and then heartache. She couldn't love her best friend's boyfriend. Yet she did, and felt horribly for it. She also felt bad considering she was dating Enjolras now.
They spent the next few hours talking and laughing. Then, Courfeyrac came over and whispered to Enjolras, "Looks like you got some competition. Eponine's been extra kind to Marius." Then he noticed. Eponine was acting strange around Marius. She had Enjolras and Marius sit on both sides of her. She'd do any little thing for him, and stared at him when he wasn't looking. She liked him. Enjolras felt as if he should be outraged, but he wasn't. Sure, he was dating her, but they were still best friends. They were dating based off of their friendship. They basically had the same relationship, but instead of being called best friends, they were called boyfriend and girlfriend.
Everyone soon left the café. Grantaire was still in the back, drinking, so Joly offered to stay with him and make sure that he arrived home safely. Enjolras and Eponine left before them.
"I noticed," Enjolras said.
"What?"
"You,"
Eponine realized what he meant. "Oh,"
Enjolras blinked. "Don't be sorry, it's fine- I'm fine. We're more best friends than a couple anyway."
"Just because I like him, doesn't mean I don't like you,"
"You like him romantically, though. You like me more like a brother." Eponine nodded. Enjolras continued. "I'm okay with breaking up if you are."
She didn't feel very upset by it, neither did he. That's probably why they should be breaking up anyway. But they both knew they'd still be best friends, and the whole "dating" thing wouldn't matter in a couple days.
"I do love Marius," she said finally. "But he's with Cosette."
Enjolras felt sorry for her, and they hugged. She loved someone she couldn't have. He knew what that was like...
