This is just a tiny fluff improvisation I did for my lovely friend Hiyas on Tumblr. People seem to like it, so, I share it here.
"Oh, shut up, Marius !" yelled Enjolras as he stood up.
The young man was talking about Cosette… again. Their meeting were seriously starting to look more like a hair salon than an actual real political reunion, and all because of Marius. Again.
Mind you, Courfeyrac was the biggest gossip in town and Grantaire wasn't the most serious member of the group but they still had the decency to be completely focus during their meetings, or at least keep a low profile.
"Enjolras, calm down." Combeferre started but was quickly cut off by their leader.
"No, no! I'm tired of all of this. At this pace the country will have time to implode three times before we will be able to do anything to save it!"
He turned back to Marius.
"Marius, we all –yes, all of us– know everything there is to know about your girlfriend. I even think we know more about her than we do about ourselves! We all know how soft her hands are, that her hair feels like silk," everyone was staring at him, worried, "and how bright are her eyes when she laugh, her dimples, the way she drives you crazy by playing with her pen when she studies, how she always outsmarts you when you argument, how her hair smells like honey, that you–"
"Enjolras, I have to stop you. Her hair doesn't smell like honey, but rather like vanilla."
Enjolras suddenly ceased his rant and fell back on his chair, exhausted… "Oh, well, it's not as if I listen to you when you talk about her."
"You know whose hair smells like honey," Grantaire sat up straight, like he had just woken up. "Éponine. I borrow her shampoo when I run out of mine, and she does play way too much with her pen…"
Courfeyrac suddenly became very serious. "Is there something you want to share with us, chief ?"
Enjolras was unable to say anything; his friends looking at him with big smiles on their faces. He cast a desperate glance at Combeferre.
And as if things couldn't get worse he heard someone ask from behind, that exact same voice that was keeping him awake every night since weeks, "Sharing what?"
"Oh, look at the time?!" said Feuilly "I have to go home and… watch the news!"
Everyone left before Éponine and Enjolras had a chance to respond. Before leaving Courfeyrac asked Éponine what kind of shampoo she was using, and ran behind the others as soon as she answered; too surprised to ask why.
They were both left standing alone together in silence.
"So…" the young woman started, leaning closer to him. "Would you care to explain?"
He couldn't prevent himself from blushing. "It…Hum… It might be possible that I accidently confessed the fact that I might be… That you might…"
"Enjolras, if what you're trying –and failing– to tell me is that you like me, I know. I caught you sniffing my hair last time we studied together."