Combeferre remembered last night, and smiled while making his tea. But he frowned, remembering the other thoughts that had plagued him last night when he was walking home.
She liked Marius. No, she loved Marius. She didn't want to go out with Combeferre. Plus, Combeferre didn't really ever date. Maybe a couple girls in high school, but he never really liked the whole idea of dating someone. Except Eponine was just so beautiful, and completely unlike any other girl he'd ever met.
He also wasn't sure how Enjolras and Eponine stood with the break-up. Neither of them seemed upset about it, but Combeferre could never be completely sure. Some people were good at hiding those things. If she was, she wouldn't want to start another relationship too soon. But he also knew that he wouldn't be able to ask her out for another month, because he'd be too nervous. Would four weeks be enough time for her to get over him? Probably, but Combeferre didn't have experience with non-mutual break-ups. Or much experience with girls. But would that be enough time to get over Marius, too?
He didn't know. He just didn't know. And that bothered him, because he usually knew most things.
Meanwhile, Enjolras had gotten up. He looked over at Grantaire, who was still passed out on the couch, gripping the blanket Enjolras had draped over him before going to bed.
"Hey,"
"Good morning," Combeferre responded, "So, uh, Grantaire's here."
Enjolras laughed. "Yeah, guess you didn't know about that."
"No, I did not." Combeferre laughed, "Did you two finally confess your undying love for each other and kiss?"
"Ha, ha, 'Ferre. You know he doesn't like me that way," Enjolras said, sighing. This was one of the few reasons Combeferre didn't like Enjolras. He wasn't aware of his surroundings whatsoever. Grantaire and him were the only ones in their entire group of friends that didn't realize the other liked them. Everyone else saw it, and yet they both figured it impossible that the guy they'd loved since high school could ever love them back. Plus, it was a lot more obvious that Grantaire liked Enjolras than the fact that Enjolras liked Grantaire. This was one of the reasons why relationships confused Combeferre. Why did everyone have to hide their feelings? Why were humans so afraid of rejection that they couldn't be honest? Yet here Combeferre was, being a hypocrite. He really liked Eponine, yet he wasn't telling her.
"Okay," they paused, continuing to make their own breakfasts.
"So, maybe you and Eponine, huh?"
"What?" Combeferre said loudly, knocking over a few ingredients in front of him.
Enjolras laughed again. "Woah, I guess that's a yes?"
"It's nothing,"
"You've always been a terrible liar, 'Ferre, even though you can spot one a mile away. Do you like 'Ponine?" Combeferre didn't respond. "Wow, you do. Since when?" Combeferre still continued making his breakfast, so Enjolras repeated, "Wow,"
Since when did 'Ferre like a girl? That had never happened. There were some cute, nerdy girls that had big crushes on him in high school, and he did go out with a few really smart ones, but he never had a crush on them. He thought they were smart and pretty so he went out with them. But now he likes a girl? It's big news.
"Did I hear Combeferre likes 'Ponine?" Grantaire said. He apparently had woken up and was listening to their conversation. He had a splitting headache, but 'Ferre liking a girl was news.
"Yeah,"
"Guys," Combeferre said.
"Woah. Does Ep like him?"
