A/N: So, yes, I realize I have ruined Enjolras forever. I have turned him into Marius…only worse.
(shocked silence at the possibility of such a thing)
I love Enjolras too, and it wasn't my fault he turned out this way. You think I can control what I write? Ha. You, my friend, have never written.
Farewell, and, please, don't be too angry with me.
Chapter One
In which Enjolras yearns for love
I dreamed a dream in time gone by...
The trees are bare and everywhere the streets are full of strangers...
In my life, I'm no longer alone now the love in my life is so near...
WHO AM I? 24601!
Random song lyrics ran through Cosette's head as she walked down the Luxembourg. She should write them down sometime.
Except the last one. That was just weird.
Cosette nervously shot a glance at that dude sitting on the bench. He was always there. Staring at her. It was really weird. One time her dad happened to drop a handkerchief and when she looked back, he was staring at it. And sniffing it. Like, creepy much? Cosette SO did not want a stalker.
She decided to tell her dad about it, and he said, "Oh, no! Cosette, my child, are you all right? Poor, poor, girl! We shall never come to the Luxembourg again! Poor girl! Are you all right? Come, let us away with as much haste as possible!"
Maybe he overreacted a little bit, but Cosette was SO glad to be rid of that dude. It left her time to focus on her own slightly unhealthy obsession...Enjolras! Sigh. How she loved him.
She had first seen him in the Café Musain. Her father was taking care of the bill when she noticed the stalker come in. She had ducked into a back room to escape him, and there he was. Enjolras. He was incredibly handsome, of course, but he also spoke passionately of a grand world he saw in a vision. Cosette longed to share that world with him...even if she didn't really understand what he was talking about. She was about to blink prettily at him and ask him to tell her more, when she glimpsed the boy from the Luxembourg. He was about to walk through the door to the back room...
Cosette squeaked and crawled underneath a table. No one seemed to notice her, which she thought was really weird. She heard him greet the blond boy as 'Enjolras'.
Enjolras, she thought dreamily. Cosette Enjolras. She frowned. She didn't really like the name Cosette. The only uglier name she could think of was...Ursule. Now THAT was an ugly name.
Enjolras liked to write poetry. And occasionally put it to music. He had recently written one called "Red and Black" that he hoped to try out on Les Amis de la ABC sometime soon.
Enjolras loved France and the revolution. It was what he thought about almost every moment of the day. But, because this is a sappy romance, he often felt like he was missing something, some important piece of himself with chestnut curls and blue eyes.
The others laughed at him and said he was incapable of falling in love. Even Marius never seemed to talk to Enjolras about his mystery girl, as if he wouldn't understand. But underneath the obsessive revolutionist was a big ol' softie who just needed some love.
One day, he thought he glimpsed it-this missing piece of his life. But he shook his head. He was imagining it, he told himself. No woman except the waitress ever came in the back room of the Café Musain.
Several times he thought he saw her, but she always disappeared before he got a good look. So all he could do was dream...
And wait.
Marius was unloved. He decided to express his hurt by weeping and thinking sorrowfully of all who had wronged him (again, because this is a sappy romance). Marius had loved Cosette ever since she turned beautiful (which really said something about the depth of his passion), and he thought she adored him, too! But, alas and alack, it seemed not.
He had encountered her without her father in the streets one day, approached her, and said, "Oh my dearest love, at last we may speak to each other!
She said, "Umm...who are you again?"
What! She did not recognize him? Admittedly, they had watched each other from afar. "It is I, dear mademoiselle. From the Luxembourg!"
She peered at his face more closely. "Oh! It's you! That stalker dude! Why were you always looking at me in the park?"
His heart was breaking. He tried to come up with an excuse. "Sometimes it looked like there was a bee on your hair, and I wanted to make sure it flew away. Because nice people shouldn't be bothered by bees."
"Oh, if that's all," she said. "In that case, could you do me a favor?"
"Anything, for you, mademoiselle."
"So, like, that Enjolras guy," she said. "You know him, right? He is soooooo hot."
"Umm..." Well, this was awkward.
"Do this for me..." She looked at Marius. "What was your name again?"
"Le Baron Marius Pontmercy," he said, hoping she would be impressed with his title. She wasn't.
"Do this for me, Monsieur Le Baron Marius Pontmercy, find out where he lives."
Marius decided acting really selfish would win her heart. "What will you give me?"
"Uhhh...let's see..." She dug around in her purse. "I've got, like, two francs. That good enough?"
"Yes," he said. He already knew where Enjolras lived, so this should be fairly easy. He added, "He's got you all excited now, but God knows what you see in him."
"You really want to know?" she asked brightly. "Look, I made a list!" She pulled what looked like a very long piece of paper out of her purse. "One: Golden hair like buttercups swaying in the breeze. Two: Voice which swells with passion like a pie swells with delicious apples. Three-"
"That's enough," Marius said, fighting the urge to puke. Apples? Buttercups? He wondered how Enjolras would feel being described thus. He turned to go, then asked, "What's your name?"
She smiled beautifully. "Cosette."
Not Ursule after all. He sighed. It seemed he was getting everything wrong lately.