"GET UP! COME ON YOU LAZY IDIOT!" Yelled Musichetta at the sleeping form of her roommate who just grumbled in response.
"Ugh Ponine. Wake up Ep!" Each word was now accented with a blow to the head with a pillow. Eponine buried herself further under the covers. "Tired. Chetta, go awaaaay."
Musichetta sighed and with one more blow to the head with a pillow, she turned to leave the room. But only to stop and lean against the doorframe, "I guess I'm going to have to pour away the peppermint tea I just made. It is just going to waste anyway, so off down the sink it goes. Well sleep tight Mon Cherie."
The sound of blankets being thrown across the room informed Musichetta that the threat had worked to her favour. Minutes later Eponine settled into the chair opposite with her hands clutched around the steaming mug of tea, as she slowly shook herself out of sleep mode. Catching Musichetta staring at her, she pulled her legs up onto the chair and settled in. She knew something was going on. "Right what's going on, that was not the usual wake up call."
"Nothing," her roommate said pushing a plate of toast towards her. "I made toast with that blackcurrant jam you like."
"Really? So you made my favourite breakfast for no reason? Come on Chetta, spill."
"I'm serious, I just know you came in late last night so you probably never ate and then you'll forget to eat at work again. Anyway since when do I need an excuse to make food for anyone" Eponine chewed her toast while raising her eyebrow at the girl across the table.
"Right fine. I'm worried about you Ep, and don't give me that I'm fine crap that you always spout," she remarked as Eponine tried to answer. "I don't even remember the last time you laughed or even smiled."
Eponine pulled her face into a smile in response, "see Chetta, a smile. I smiled, you happy? But seriously I'm fine, you're just acting like an over protective mother. Again."
Musichetta gave her a sad smile, "You know what I mean Ep. It's Monparnasse, your relationship isn't healthy. That dick that doesn't deserve you!" Even the thought of Eponine's creep of a boyfriend sent shivers throughout her body.
"'Chetta you don't know him like I do though, he's can be so sweet. And he actually wants to be with me." She sighed. "I know you might think of him as violent and all that but really, he's a really great once you get to know him."
"Sweet?! Have you hit your head Eponine?! Or wait maybe that was him?!" Said Musichetta, her words seeping with sarcasm. She couldn't believe her naivety. "Yeah don't think I haven't noticed how you've all of a sudden started wearing long sleeves. WHEN IT'S THE MIDDLE OF AUGUST! Plus you hate long sleeves!" Her voice then turned softer, the worry evident in her round face, "Eponine I know there's a bunch of bruises under those sleeves of yours."
Eponine's brown eyes widen as she pulls at her jumper self-consciously, "I don't know what you're talking about. Look I really need to go, you know gotta work to pay for school, so I'm just going to go." She finishes the last dregs of her tea and brushes past Musichetta who grabs her hand.
"I'm only saying this because you're my friend Eponine. It's not just me that's noticed. We all have, especially Enjolras. He's been really worried and you know what he gets like."
Eponine blushed slightly at the thought of the marble man worrying about her; he was probably up writing speeches trying to improve her poor unfortunate life. "'Ras has nothing to worry about, none of you guys do. I'll talk to him later, wouldn't want the marble man showing too much emotion now would we? Now I'm going to work, I'll see you later. Thanks for breakfast," she said and pulling away from Musichetta's hold left the room.
"If only she knew," she said to herself. "If only both of them realised."
