This is thegirlwiththewords, here with her first Les Mis fanfiction! Some of the facts may be incorrect, and I apologize, but I wrote this story for my enjoyment, and if you don't like it, please don't force yourself to read it. This was just a creative piece I came up with, and how I envision the characters in my brain. Thanks for reading! Love, thegirlwiththewords
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Even the hardest, most impassive man could not deny cheerful, childish, innocent Gavroche a smile when he swung about the Cafe Musain, reminding the pessimistic men what they were fighting for. For Enjolras, Gavroche was like a little brother, somebody to be protective over. The Les Amis de l'ABC, or Friends of the ABC enjoyed seeing their marble leader soften when he spoke to, or about Gavroche.
There was also that pretty girl - dirty, one of the poor, but actually literate and learned, a virgin, and religious. She was named Eponine, but most of the men called her Ponine. Enjolras's friends tried to get him to admit that he liked the gamin whenever she came into the cafe, but he refused. Patria was his only mistress, and no other would possess his heart like the Lady France. It didn't stop him from shooting glances at the girl when he thought no one was looking, though.
She was witty, liked books as much as he did, and was strong and independent. She was too skinny, but her face was pretty, even under the grime that covered it. His friends were amused, but Enjolras maintained that she was only a good friend. Albeit, a very pretty, lady friend, Marius teased him. He should know, Enjolras thought bitterly. After all, the girl trailed after him like he was God's gift on Earth. He never noticed though, and it was not really apparent to the men, but he felt compelled to notice such things, as he was a leader.
Gavroche and Eponine came every day and listened to his speeches. In fact Eponine even helped him write his speeches in the candlelight in the corner while he ate dinner. It seemed to him that she never ate, but the look in her eyes showed him that she didn't want pity - she would keep her pride intact, even if she starved to death.
One day, Marius came wandering, the lovestruck expression he had been wearing around for several days worse than ever now. He even bore faint pink rouge marks all over his face. Enjolras was happy for his friend...but he knew, with the rebellion upcoming, his friend could not afford to be this out of his head. In addition, he had met Cosette, and she was nice, but boring. Not exactly the type of person he would have his wild friend settle down with.
That was the least of his worries though. Eponine had not showed up the whole day. Gavroche had not seen her in the streets, and Enjolras was seriously worried about the girl. Marius had revealed how, last night, Eponine had showed him the way to Cosette's house, and Enjolras fought the urge to shake his oblivious friend until he had some sense knocked into him. What was he thinking, asking the girl who obviously loved him, to take him to someone else he loved? His admiration for Eponine grew, thinking of how selfless she had been.
So he concentrated on Gavroche that day. The boy was painfully thin, and the men pushed him to eat the pastries, soups, and breads they pushed before him. Gavroche was nearly as proud as Eponine, but his hunger pushed him to eat, since, after all, he was just eleven, but not without profusely thanking the Friends of the ABC every few minutes. They assured him that it was so trouble, and Enjolras and the other men were a little embarrassed at their wealth, when the boy had so little.
Night had fallen before Gavroche finally pushed back his chair and reluctantly bid the men farewell, paying special attention to Enjolras, who he considered a fatherly figure. He hesitantly wrapped his thin arms around Enjolras, was knelt, to be more at Gavroche's height. "Now, if you need me, Gavroche, you know where to find me." He nodded and scampered off, leaving Enjolras to smile indulgently at his figure. He worried about the boy. He didn't like the fact that he was sleeping in the streets. What if something bad happened to him?
"Awww..." Grantaire chuckled, "it's nice to see that you care about a human being for once." Enjolras smacked his arm, preoccupied. "Did you see Eponine?" Grantaire's grin faded. All of the men had grown to care for the girl as a sister, and they worried. They knew...she didn't come from a particularly good part of the city, and she could easily get in trouble..."No," Grantaire said. "She'll show up tomorrow," he said with false cheeriness. Enjolras shrugged. It sounded like Grantaire was trying to convince himself more than Enjolras. Enjolras settled in his corner with a book, and tried to keep his thoughts off Eponine.
How was it? I would appreciate reviews and ideas!" Thank you so much for reading. Love, thegirlwiththewords