AN – Hello, thanks for reading the first chapter of Wishful Words. This was originally posted as a One Shot on Tumblr in response to the BEAUTIFUL picture by Elenlith. (Check it out – the link is in my profile as I can't post it in here.) It was originally going to be a one shot but you asked for more and so you got it… Enjoy and please review

Wishful Words – Chapter One

He didn't notice her when she first entered the café. He was one of the few who didn't stare at the beautiful brunette and her equally pretty blonde friend. But when other eyes were gaping, his were fixed intently on the notepad before him. He was perfectly caught up in a moment of pure inspiration. The writer's block he had been fighting for the past week had finally lifted and his only problem now was getting the words onto paper as fast as he could think of them.

Enjolras' pen paused momentarily so that he could push an unruly lock of hair away from his eyes. It was in that moment that he heard her speak for the first time.

"It's called 'Revolution' Cosette, you have to read it. I loved it so much, I felt connected with it in a way I'd never experienced before. The author must be a very lonely person. I would love to meet him."

There was no other combination of words in the English language she could have uttered that would have so fully caught his attention. He blinked slightly as he processed her assumption about the novel's author.

"You don't need to keep telling me Eponine." Her friend giggled, "The bags under your eyes say more than you ever could."

"Who needs sleep! I couldn't have put it down if I wanted to. The house could have burnt down around me I wouldn't have realised. I was disappointed to finish it. Cosette, it made me cry."

Her declaration seemed only natural to Enjolras, who was in fact the author of the novel of which she spoke. Its effect was the complete opposite on the pretty blonde, who was sitting facing him, he saw her blue eyes widen and her jaw hung slack in astonishment.

"You cried?"

He watched brunette waves bounce as the girl, who had her back to him nodded enthusiastically.

"Wait, wait," the blonde cried. "Are we talking more or less than when Mufasa died in the Lion King?"

"Will you ever let me forget that? I was five."

"It's the only thing that I've ever seen you cry over."

"I cry, just not publicly."

"You're changing the subject, out with it, more or less than Mufasa?"

"More"

"Oh, my, God!"

The girl's conversation was interrupted by a waiter who took their order. Enjolras felt faintly disappointed that the girls dropped the subject of the novel and began to discuss their preferred beverages instead. Not that he had written 'Revolution' because he wanted praise. He hadn't written it for money, recognition or fame. But because he felt that it needed to be told.

Having fully explained why a Mocha was better than a Latte, the blonde folded her hand's in front of her face and rested her chin on them she looked quizzically at her friend.

"So, what is this 'great' novel is about then?"

"French Revolution. Well an attempt at it anyway. It's set during the June Rebellion that took place in Paris in 1832." Enjolras answered.

The blonde frowned at him. The brunette swung round in her chair and flashed him an enthusiastic smile, her cheeks were dimpled and her large brown eyes sparkled.

"You've read it." She said jumping up from her seat and sitting on the vacant one opposite him "What did you think?"

The blonde, smiled and shook her head slightly and followed her friend. Sitting down on the chair next to Enjolras' own she handed her friend her mobile phone that she had forgotten in her haste.

"Don't you think it's a modern classic, the prose was beautiful, the characters, the message!" The brunette continued enthusiastically, giving Enjolras no time to answer.

"You'll have to excuse her," the blonde smiled. "She gets slightly over excited by literature. She's not shut up about this book since she finished reading it this morning. I'm Cosette and this is..."

"Eponine, I know." Enjolras said, surprising himself by remembering her name. "You'll have to excuse me as well. I've been shamelessly eavesdropping on you since you started talking about 'Revolution'." He continued surreptitiously closing his notepad.

"I've never read something that's moved me so much." Eponine said clutching her hand to her heart.

"And she reads a lot." Cosette teased. "What, you do?" She said in response to the death glare she was receiving.

"Well it's better than watching reality TV." Eponine shot back playfully.

"I'm a Psychology student. It's research!"

"The only way is Essex is not research. Neither is the real housewives of Orange County."

Enjolras, growing bored of their conversation, picked up his cup, draining the last of his black coffee he began to gather together his notepad and pens and prepared to go.

"Are you leaving?" Eponine said as he stood up, disappointment obvious across her pretty features.

"I've got to get to work I'm afraid." He said, picking up his red jumper from the back of his seat and slinging it across his arm.

"It was nice to meet you." Eponine held out her hand to him. Enjolras shook it awkwardly and rushed out of the café. He hadn't lied. He had a meeting with his agent in an hour. He told himself that he didn't want to be late, in truth he was afraid to speak with the girl further in case she started to speak about the lonely author again. He wasn't sure why that one statement had perturbed him so much.

"He was hot." Cosette said the moment he was out of ear shot.

"I wished he hadn't had to leave, I would have loved to hear his thoughts on 'Revolution'. I think I'm going to annotate it for my next paper."

Cosette rolled her eyes, but her smile belied the mocking action.

"You are the most dedicated English Literature student in the history of the world 'Ponine."

"You how important it is to me Cosette. You know what I went through so I could read."

"I know." Cosette replied her eyes softening as her placed her hand lightly on her friends.

For a moment they were silent lost in memories of past, unpleasant days.

"Ok, let's have a look at this life changing book. If it means I can strike up conversations with gorgeous men in café's it's got to be worth a go."

Eponine rummaged through her hand bag and pulled out the book in question. She stroked her hand reverently across the cover, a picture of young men standing on top of a barricade, before passing the book to Cosette. Her sharp blue eyes took in the cover. She turned the book over and read the blurb.

"It does sound good." She smiled.

She flicked through the pages absentmindedly as Eponine requested the bill from a passing waiter. Eponine turned back to face Cosette and found her staring wide eyed at something on the back page of the book.

"What is it?"

Cosette turned the book around so that Eponine could see the back page. 'About the Author' was written in bold text, underneath was a picture of the same young man who had been sitting at the table with them only moments before.

"Oh, God," Eponine blushed profusely. "He was the author."

AN2 – So that was it, hope you liked it and think it's worth continuing. This is my first modern AU so new ground for me. Chapter Two is already on Tumblr but I just want to edit it again before posting on here, should be up within 24 Hours.

For those of you reading Roses in Misery I just wanted to say I HAVE NOT abandoned it. It remains be main priority and this will be a sub story. Chapter 18 is done and is being editing by SusanaLovesRowling (thanks hun) and it should be up really soon! Much Love!