A/N: Hello friends, I am still alive haha. If you expect me to update any stories here welp,, you have misplaced your expectations. Life is fucking me up right now but eh,,, Have some fun modern AU I came up with while I was cramming a paper. I know it's kinda short but I plan to at least make my two babies meet and then they kiss kiss fall in love (nana nana).. haha Read and Review :)


He hears her pen fall to the ground for the fifteenth time in class today. Enjolras picks it up and sets it neatly on her desk, right next to her limp forearm. She's been drowsing in class and Enjolras shrugs it off. She would almost always doze off but it would always surprise him when the professor remarks her for being one of the top students in class, next to him.

He eyes her curiously, it has been 30 minutes in on the lecture and he knows that nothing could wake her now. It was as if there was a schedule. She would arrive promptly in class. She would flop her large bag on the floor, cringing a second later and checking if there was any damage to her laptop. Then she would sit back and grab her notebook and pen. Five minutes later the teacher would arrive and take the attendance and then start the lecture. At the fifteen minute mark, she would jostle herself awake, often leaving the room and coming back with coffee in her hand. She doesn't have any coffee now.

Enjolras jumped as the girl shot straight up and started to massage her forehead.

"Son of a bitch." she whispers. She looks at him with red eyes and creases on her cheek.

"Did I miss anything?" she asks. He shakes his head in answer and she nods. She looks at the professor's PowerPoint and starts to take notes diligently. Her other hand was rubbing the sleep from her eyes and Enjolras thought she looked adorable. When her eyes met his, he quickly averted his gaze, hoping that the blush forming in his cheeks wouldn't show. When he thought it was safe he looked at her at the corner of his eye and saw the same blush he had on her cheeks as she continued writing.


"It's the third time this week. No sleeping on shift." A blonde waitress taps her shoulder lovingly. Eponine rouses herself from sleep and groans. She wipes the drool from her face and took the towel wraps on her belt and wipes the table.

"I know Matilda but I haven't had a full eight hours ever since I got out of the womb." Eponine stood and straightened her diner uniform. She scratches at the mustard stain on her shoulder.

"You're a working student honey, sleep is now a luxury." Eponine nods in agreement and went for the kitchen.

"I know. I've been sleeping at lectures now and I can't afford that, now that midterms are near." she took a pie out of the fridge and placed it on the counter. Matilda opened the door and joined her, tapping her perfectly manicured hands on the metal table.

"So tell me about that cute seatmate you've been telling me about." Eponine rolled her eyes. She sincerely regret ever gushing about the blond kid who sits next to her. I mean, you tell Matilda about a cute guy in your class, maybe sneak her a picture or two, and she never shuts up about it.

"He's no one." she cut the slice and serves it on a plate. She quickly went out the door hoping that the conversation would end.

"Then why do you blush every time I ask about him." Matilda quickly follows her up until the counter. Eponine goes to the customer and gave him his plate. She went quickly back to Matilda.

"I don't blush." she said pointing a finger at her.

"I can see it from here." Manuel shouted from the kitchen window. His bell rang and Eponine stomped her feet towards him, picking up a plate of pancakes. She served it to her customer and went back to her place on the counter, wiping and cleaning.

"So you have anything due this week? Cause Manuel and I are planning to go drinking with some friends in the next door barber shop this Sunday night." Matilda offered.

Eponine shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. Hell week is coming up and I have this one prof in particular who always crams assignments so I'll probably give you a raincheck on that." She looked at the elderly blonde and gave a sad smile. Matilda gave a smile in return and patted her shoulder.

"Anything you need 'Ponine. I got your back." Eponine has regarded Matilda as an older sister ever since she was hired in the diner three months ago. She was in dire need of money and while the full scholarship lifted the weight of paying tuition off her back. She needed money for books and the cost of living here has becoming far too expensive as of late. She has 'disowned' herself from her family, claiming that she could survive without them. It was a big step for her to make and she knew that she can never go back. One of these days perhaps, she can save her sister and her brother from them too. One of these days…

"Hey Eponine!" someone said and Eponine whipped her head to see Cosette, her feet dangling from the high stool.

She rushed over to her friend and gave her a warm smile.

"Cosette. It's eleven. Doesn't your dorm have a curfew?" she asked. Cosette shook her head and her smile widened.

"Yeah they do, but they won't notice if I go home in the morning."

"That's my girl." Matilda said over her shoulder as she walked past Cosette.

"Evening Matilda, looking as beautiful as ever."

"I know." Matilda commented as she served coffee.

Cosette pulled out her laptop from her bag and Eponine pushed it back on her bags.

"No, nope. No." Eponine scolded.

"What? I'm cramming a paper."

"Dude. Look around you. This isn't a hipster café with weird names for coffee and Harry Potter decorations. Just don't."

"Ep, I don't give a shit. We have to pass this paper during class period and you know I almost always cut eight am classes."

"Fine. Do what you do." Then Eponine leaned in closer. "But when the person in Table 5 starts to point a knife on you, don't count on me to save your sorry ass." Cosette laughed.

"Love you 'Ponine. I'll have the usual."

"Love you too." Eponine said as she gave an order of spaghetti to Manuel.


Eponine woke up at eleven a.m. and she was happy that she convinced the head of her department to change her schedule to accommodate her working hours. All her classes are on the afternoon so she can have time to sleep/cram before classes. There are days that she ends up not sleeping at all and that worries her. Overworking herself has never worked out and she does not want a repeat of what happened last semester. Let's just say that she fainted during exams and she had to stay in hospital for two days. She still doesn't know how to repay Cosette's father for taking care of her and paying the bill. Eponine shuddered from remembering the cost.

Eponine shook the thought out of her mind and stepped into the shower and started her routine for the day.

"Good morning Enjolras." his mother greeted him as she set the lunch table. He sat down and drank a glass of water, hoping to rehydrate himself.

"Another all nighter, I see." his mother sat across from him and started to eat.

"Not really. I slept."

"Sleeping for two hours doesn't count."

"My professor is being unreasonable. He gives out last minute assignments and assumes that we can all pass it on time."

"Do you think I can have a word with him?

"No!" Enjolras shouted suddenly. His mother dropped her spoon in surprise.

"I'm sorry but mother this isn't high school anymore." Her mother laughed it off.

"Oh I'm sorry. I forgot. My little son is a man now." Enjolras tried not to roll his eyes at his mother's cooing. He's third year in college now and he can't believe his mother still thinks of him as a small child. She even refused for him to dorm in campus, his house is a good thirty minutes away and he would like to save himself from the commute. His parents refused though, saying that he isn't ready to live alone. He's twenty three years old, god damn it. He can bloody live on his own if he wants.

"Mother." Enjolras started to speak up, after a few silent moments.

"Yes dear?" she asked.

"Combeferre is looking for a roommate for his condo and I-"

"No. Enjolras." his mother spoke up.

"Why not? Mother I'm too old to be living with you and father. Why won't you let me live on my own? Even in a dormitory."

"We've discussed this and I say no."

"What does father have to say about this?"

"Well, when he comes home then, we can ask." Not wanting to wait for his father, Enjolras quickly deposited his dishes on the sink and left.


Enjolras sat back on his seat after he passed his paper and he heard the abrupt closing of the door as his classmates came rushing in. She walked down the steps and handed it to the professor sitting behind the table.

"Hi Enjolras." she said in between pants.

"Well, good morning Cosette." Enjolras said with an amused lilt to his voice. She took a deep breath and leaned back on her chair.

"So I was cramming my paper and then my friend had this good idea how many matches could he light until the fire alarm would sound." His eyes widened in shock, she picked it up and waved her hand in comfort.

"Don't worry, he's crazy like that. Anyway, he started lighting five matches at a time. Nothing happened, but then he tried to light the whole matchbox, so naturally."

"Wait, you allowed this?" Enjolras asked incredulously.

"Well, me and Eponine were, of course, telling him no, but he never listens. So, Manuel, that's his name, he lit the entire match box on fire and it spread to a plate with used napkins on top! It was intense! Eponine quickly doused it with water before it went out of control. There was a thick cloud of smoke but to our surprise, the alarm didn't go off."

"What?"

"I know. So Eponine stood on top of one of the chairs and took a look. Apparently, it was a faulty one and was only there for decoration."

"Wait, so there are no working fire alarms."

"Yup."

"That's unsafe." Cosette merely shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I told Eponine to take it up to the owner but then she didn't because the owner is almost always never there."

"Those are highly unsafe working conditions. They could get reprimanded, or worse, go out of business." Cosette quickly placed her fingers on her lips, saying that it's a secret both of them shall keep. There was an unusual amused glint in her eyes that made Enjolras nervous. Cosette was never this outgoing or adventurous. The only stories she ever shared to him before were from her books but now, ever since she reunited with a childhood friend, Eponine, the stories coming out of her mouth seemed too exaggerated to be real but knowing Cosette, it must be true.

"Be careful with yourself Cosette. You know your father worries about you." Enjolras whispered as the professor started lecturing.

"It's not like he knows." Enjolras clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"You know you're just hurting your father by keeping secrets from him."

"Yeah, but until now he treats me as if I am a child who could not take care of herself. I can. I really can."

"I know what you feel." Enjolras replied. The teacher called for the class' attention and signaled the end of their conversation.


"God fucking damn it!" Eponine cursed as the hot coffee the customer left, spilled down to her hands. She gets side eyed by a blonde haired woman who looks like she was in her fifties. Eponine walks back quickly to the kitchen, to prevent the woman from seeing her roll her eyes. Eponine drank the rest of the coffee. It was still hot so why not? She almost gagged when she realized it was too sweet. She poured the rest of it down the drain.

She heard Manuel ring his bell and she quickly goes out and takes the warm serving of beef stew and serves it to Cosette, who was pressing her head against the cold metal.

"Psst. Sweetheart." Eponine called to her. "Dinner is served." She nudges the stew towards her and Cosette takes it almost immediately. She sighs after the first sip.

"Compliments to the chef." she said.

"Thanks Cosette!" Eponine heard Manuel shout behind her. At this, Cosette's face scrunched up and she winced.

"Hangover?" Eponine asked when table three from across the room signaled for their check.

"Yeah. The prof was absent for today. Me and some friends had time to kill so I thought it was a good idea to do some day time drinking." Cosette muttered as Eponine returned after busting the table.

"Day time drinking? What are you, a single mother with three children whose daddy never returned from the gas station?" Eponine laughed at her own joke.

"Why so specific Eponine? Sounds like you speak of experience. Got something to tell me?" Cosette said between chewing her meal. Cosette glances down Eponine's abdomen with a smirk on her lips.

"Yes, his name was Antoni and he was my summer love. We went to the beach at sunset, with our pants rolled up and sand between our toes, he promised me forever. Then, I was pregnant with my second child when he started fucking his secretary, Maria, from work. Thought he could hide it from me but son of a bitch knows that I be knowin." Eponine said as she took Cosette's fork and ate a large chunk of beef from her stew.

"You really take your sarcasm seriously, 'Ponine." she said as she raised her bowl to her lips.

"Well without it, I'll be just like you. Bland and boring."

"You bitch!" Cosette choked on her stew and started throwing packets of sugar and cream at a giggling Eponine.

"Girls, that's enough." Matilda chastises as she buttoned her uniform. Strands of her hair got out of her bun, and her skin looked flushed. "Eponine,you don't get paid to loiter around." Eponine rolled her eyes. Matilda walks and gathers the stray packets. "And you" she points an accusing finger at Cosette. "Don't get paid at all, so it would help if you stop distracting my waitress."

A man walks out of the kitchen, quietly tucking his shirt back under his pants. He gives a wink to Eponine and waves at Matilda.

"Same time next week?" he asks her. Matilda blushes as she pretends to busy herself by rearranging ketchup bottles.

"I'll call you." says she, but her tone was surprisingly cold. The man tries to disguise his shock and moves on and out of the diner.

A moment of silence passes between the three women. Cosette was giddy with excitement while Matilda was trying to contain her wildly growing blush. Eponine snorted.

"I swear Matilda, you have to stop doing it in the fridge. I keep telling the customers that we're running out of pies. Can't you do it in the bathroom like normal horny people?" Eponine walked to the register as table number 6 asked for their checks.

Cosette pats the back of Matilda's hand. "Don't listen to her. I think it's sweet."

"Sweet? If you'd walked in on them doing it on top of the frozen yogurt, you wouldn't call it sweet." Eponine scoffed and walked towards table 6 with their bill in hand.

"Eponine can be so bitter at times." Cosette said but there was no malice in her statement, only fondness.

"That girl needs to be thoroughly fucked." A blush starts to creep on Cosette's cheeks as Matilda told her that she knew a few friends who would gladly "take the stick out of Eponine's ass and put something else in."

"I don't think that's necessary." Cosette said. Her phone rings and she sees a text message. She smiles as she reads a text sent by Enjolras, asking if she were safe and sober.

"She just needs someone to take care of her, that's all." she said as she replies to Enjolras.