In my little version of Les Miserables, Eponine and the Thenardiers still own their inn/cafe. I want it like that because I have a great idea ahead. And I do NOT own anything of Les Mis, I wish I do, but I don't. Enjoy :)


Paris is a whole different story,a whole different place, a whole different life. And this time, I'm going to get my life right. My name is Carly. I have long,dark brown, curly hair and big dark brown eyes. My figure is too skinny and I have natural tan skin. I eat half of what I should eat everyday. I'm not the richest being, but I have enough to get around.

I moved here to Paris because life was hell back in America. My parents died in a fire and my sister has gone off to marry some drunken maniac in New Orleans. I came to Paris for a fresh start, to get my mind straight. To make the decisions that I know are right.

I walked along the wet street, looking for the cafe. I finally found it and ran inside finding it raining hard outside.


Everyone in the cafe looked...young? They looked like schoolboys. There were about 15 or 16. They were all surrounded around a table looking at maps. I just shrugged and heard a wolf-whistle come from behind me where the schoolboys were.

I turned around and saw a very drunken man with curly black hair. He had a bottle of what smelled like strong liquor. I looked at him in disgust. He looked like a sloppy mess with his cravat untied and his shirt poofed out.

"What could you possibly want?" I asked.

"You, in my bed." he replied.

I made an 'ew' noise.

"Well, that's never going to happen."

"Let's see about that," he said and lunged at me. He grabbed my waist and looked at me with a smirk.

"Let go of me you fool!" I shouted.

He was about to kiss me until he heard someone call his name.

"Granatire..." someone trailed off. I turned to see who it was and saw a tall man. He had the most gorgeous bright hazel eyes and blonde curls right past his ears. He also looked like Grantaire's sloppy mess, but the gentleman had a vest on and looked rather handsome.

"What Enjolras?" Grantaire asked annoyed.

"Let her go," Enjolras,I'm guessing their names, started.

Grantaire sighed of frustration and slammed me to the ground.

My thin skirt flew up to my knees and I put it back down. I yelped in pain as I felt my bum hit the hard floor. Well that went lovely.

Enjolras walked up to me with an emotionless face. "Hello mademoiselle." he said and held out his hand. I scoffed and got up on my own and grabbed my bag.

I turned on my heel and walked up the stairs where my room for the night was.

~0~

I woke up to the bright sunlight hitting my face. It took me quite awhile to adjust to the light. I yawned and stretched out my arms above my head. The blanket I had used the other night slid off of me. I picked it off the floor and saw a girl sleeping in the bed next to the blanket.

I screamed in shock and the girl bolted right up. I hid in the corner of my bed and looked at her. She almost had the features of me, but not quite. She had bangs that went to the sides and she had right past the shoulder straight brown hair. Her eyes were like mine and skin tone too.

The girl, I mean woman smiled.

"Sorry to scare ya! My name's Eponine Thenardier." she said and held out her hand to shake. I stayed in place and she sighed.

"I don't bite! Come on, I saw you yesterday in my family's inn and thought we could be friends?" she asked. I nodded and automatically felt safe.

"So, what's your name?" she asked, calming down a bit. I got up and went to my bag, trying to find my dark blue dress.

"Oh, it's Carly."

She grinned. "I notice you have no french nor British accent. Must be from America."

"Yeah." I said smiling. She gasped at my dress.

"That's a gorgeous dress. Better than my rags." she said frowning.

I thought for a moment. She needs it more than I do for sure. I smiled and walked up to her.

"If you like it so much you can have it." I said and handed it to her.

"Oh no, I can't possibly take it."

"Please!" I begged.

She shook her head no and sat there stubborn. Every now and then she would look at it.

"Just take it. It's a gift for your kind friendship," I said and she shrugged. Eponine grabbed the dress and took off her rags. I didn't really mind, since were girls of course. I gave her a bodice and realized she didn't need a corset when I did to fit that dress. The dress was thin at the bottom and when it got to your upper area, it made your curves go out nicely. Then it held the chest area and was tied in the back. It wasn't really a formal type of dress. Just a casual, but on Eponine. It made her stunning.

"Now with the hair," I remarked. I sat her down on my bed and brushed through all the knots. Now her hair was silky and smooth. I nodded in approval as she looked at herself in the full length mirror in my guest room.

She gasped like she did when she first saw my dress.

She hugged me and smiled shyly.

I then asked her a question.

"Hey 'Ponine, can I call you that?" I asked.

She nodded and I continued.

"You know the boys that were here downstairs yesterday? Who are they?" I asked.

She froze. "Oh, they're students partaking in a revolution." she said blankly. I preferred not to ask her anymore questions like that because it seemed like she was in her own little world when I asked.

I put on my only other dress that was a dark green forest color. I just ruffled out my hair and cleared my face with water.

I then put on my boots and headed downstairs, with a satisfied Eponine behind.