Hi everyone! This is my first ever fanfiction, so please be nice! I know that not every thing in my story corresponds with how scenes are set up in the novel and musical of Les Mis, but that's what makes it my story. Anyways, I hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment, review, etc. because your feedback is really appreciated. I just finished re-reading and editing this from when when I first uploaded it, so I promise that it's better than before!

Disclaimer: I do not own Les Miserables or any of these characters... Obviously.

Enjolras POV

I saw my friend, Marius, enter through the door to the cafe, with Eponine Thenadier slowly trailing behind. She often comes to these meetings about the revolution, yet every time, she catches me by surprise. I can't stop but stare at her. As everyone knows, my true concerns belong to the welfare of my country, but when I find my mind drifting off, all I can ever think about is Eponine. She is a very small and frail girl, always covered with a thin layer of dirt on her skin and clothes. Her parents are huge conpeople, and everyone knew it. People knew not to trust anyone with the name Thenadier. However, beneath all that grime and Thenadier infamy, she truly was a beauty. In fact, she might just be the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my life. She had long brown hair and these striking, big brown eyes that made the world stop turning. Her smile had such a nice appeal to them that it just lit up her entire face. Although she was indeed a Thenadier, she was not cruel or unkind. She could not dare think about stealing from others. She was polite as ever, despite how she was raised.

"Hello, Enjolras. How's our fine leader coming along?", Marius says as they approach me.

"I'm doing well, Marius. Bonjour, Madamoiselle Eponine."

I could tell she was not accustomed to being called with such prestige and respect by the way she smiled and blushed.

"Bonjour to you as well, Mons-"

Marius interrupts her, "You will never guess who I just met, Enjolras. The girl I saw at the town square. She is the most beautful woman in this entire world. Her name is Cosette. Eponine brought me to her and we confessed our love for one another. Isn't that right, 'Ponine?"

"Yes, all very much true, Monsiuer..." She looks down at the ground sadly.

I interrupt them both before Marius can continue on raving about this girl.

"Marius, there are bigger things at hand than what goes on in your heart. We are far too preoccupied to be thinking about women right now."

I swear, the hypocrisy that hides in my character is too much to bear. I thought to myself, snap out of it, Enjolras. I am being distracted by a beautiful young woman, Eponine, just as well! What am I doing? I cannot think about some girl at a time like this, and neither should Marius. The state of France is at stake. At least I attempt to hide my feelings. He doesn't seem to care at all.

Another friend of the ABC, as we like to call ourselves, could not help but eavesdrop.

"Is Marius Pontmercy in love? Oh how can this be? I will never know."

"Grantaire, she is the fairest women I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. If you had been there too, you would know how I feel."

Of course the eavesdropper would be Grantaire. Sometimes, I find myself wondering why Grantaire is even here at all. He is a lazy drunkard that doesn't offer the group anything, but a good laugh. He does not believe in this revolution at all, nor does he support it. He's indifferent to it all, and yet he stays and is willing to fight... Or so he says. He is quite a confusing character. I do not hate him, as hate is a strong word. I don't even resent him. I only resent the fact that he continues living his life without a care in the world, when there is so much suffering going on in the world around us.

I leave my thoughts about him at that and glance back over at Eponine, who I can tell is getting very upset by Marius's words. Everyone that knew her, but Marius, could guess that she was plainly in love with him. She followed him around like a little dog. If only he knew how lucky he was! He's been so hung up on this girl, Cosette; he talks of how life without her means nothing at all, yet that has been his whole entire life until now. I bet her beauty can't even match up to that of Eponine's. Yet, he has known Eponine for years now and just shoos away her feelings. It must kill her inside, hearing Marius call someone else the prettiest girl to ever exist.

In order to make Eponine feel better and to get the men, including myself, back into the line of order, I try to change the subject.

"Who cares about your lonely soul, Marius? You saw that girl at the market place and she's all you talk about now. Now that you actually met her, your infatuation with her will be increased tenfold."

"This is not infatuation, Enjolras. It's love."

"Whatever it may be, it is not important at the moment. France is our main priority."

He sighs and finally gives in. Maybe he realizes how much this girl has clouded his mind and judgement afterall, but I highly doubt it.

"Okay, fine. How is General Lamarque? Have you heard any news?", Marius asks.

"I have, and it's sad to say that he is not improving in the slightest. His welfare just gets worse as the days go by."

"Who is this General Lamarque, may I ask? I don't often hear much from other people and I can't read about him in the papers.", Eponine asked.

This question was very sad. Not the fact that she didn't know, but the reasons on why. She's never heard about him because people tend to stay away from her, due to her reputation. She can't read about him due to her lack of money to buy the paper itself and the lack of education to even read at all.

Marius answered, "General Lamarque is the only man in France with high political power that cares about people like us. If he passes, it will be inevitable that we will lose the little power we might have had in government."

"People like us, Monsiuer?", she smiled and giggled. "Don't play. We all know how wealthy you are, no matter how much you deny it!" Gosh, she sure was beautiful.

Only a few moments later, our messenger, little Gavroche, arrived.

"Everybody! Everybody, listen to me! General Lamarque is dead.", he announces.

The room went dead silent. All the laughing men who had just been indulging themselves to booze and alcohol a minute ago, quit their jokes and games, including Grantaire. I could tell that I, being their leader, had to break the silence.

"Our beloved general has passed. This is the perfect time to put our plans into action, boys. We must act now."

"How do we carry on with this plan?", asks a man named Bahorel.

Marius yells, "The fight should start on the day of Lamarque's funeral."

"Yes, Marius," I say. "Not just only on the day, but at the funeral itself. We will rise up and fight amongst the king's men. We will build up our barricade for General Lamarque! For France!"

A friend of Marius's named Coufeyrac raises his glass in the air. "To France!"

The boys chime into the toast as well. I look around the room at all my friends. We will fight alongside each other when the time comes. My eyes land on Eponine, sitting on the otherside of the cafe, staring at Marius in a dream-like state, as he toasts amongst the boys.