HELLO! okay. I am currently writing this at 10:50 pm, so sorry for spelling errors.
Enjolras's P.O.V
I sat at my usual spot in the small clearing in the woods outside our school, Louisville high for the gifted and talented. It was a lot like any other day, I was thinking about how wacked up our government is, Marius was snogging his girlfriend, Cosette. Grantaire, my friend, who happens to be gay, was sipping a can of pop, usually it was beer, but we had confiscated his stash from him. Joly and Combeferre were both Reading. As always. Courfeyrac was running around the clearing's borders, with Gavroche holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Feuilly was off with his own girlfriend that day, we didn't see him much at the time. Cosette was with us that time, Marius had introduced us to her, and yeah she was nice, but she just, well, she was..blonde. She was kind of a ditz and that typical girlfriend who doesn't know the meaning of me time. I rolled my eyes as Grantaire threw his soda can up and down, up and down, up and down, an endless cycle of gravity vs usually drunk but today sober man.
"Will you quit that?!" I finally snapped at him. He shrugged.
"But Enjolras, I'm boooooooored." He sprawled out across the grass.
"So, make like Joly and read." At this, Courfeyrac laughed. Gavroche did too. Suddenly the final member of our group came running into the clearing, obviously very tired, Eponine. Gavroche's sister. She was, special, and not like the "Everyone's special" Crap. Like, actually special. I was derailed from my train of thought when she sat down beside me.
"Afternoon Enj." She's really the only one who can get away with calling me by something other than Enjolras, except maybe Gav, 'cause he's a kid. I saw her look towards Marius."Oh get a room you two, that's disgusting." She turned away. The couple didn't hear her and just continued...the sight. I turned to Epoinine, who looked like she had something on her mind."Oh, right, I almost forgot, I was thinking, because we all need to participate in a play this year, we should all try out for the musical." She smiled. Marius smiled.
"That's a great idea Ponine, they're doing Wicked this year, right?" I saw her nod. "You'd actually be the perfect Elphaba." Eponine put a hand to her chest and pretended to be hurt.
"Are you saying I'd make the perfect witch, I am hurt Marius." She turned away jokingly. Grantiare and I were on the ground laughing. Gavroche roared with laughter above Courfeyrac's shoulders. Grantaire stood up form his laughing fit.
"Well, I too agree with this brilliant idea, those in favor?" Courfeyrac raised a hand, as did Joly, Combeferre, Marius and Cosette. Eponine looked to me with those big puppy dog eyes.
"Pleeeeease Enjy?" She begged. I prayed to every god that she didn't- and she jutted out her bottom lip, my resolve crumbled like a weak barricade.
"Fine." I resigned. They all cheered. Gavroche didn't want to, but we didn't pressure him, he was still a kid, despite being smart enough to be in high school. We heard the bell ring."Come on you lot, we;ve got acting class next." Everyone cheered at this. We had the greatest acting teacher in the world, . Sometimes he'd jump through the window and immediately start teaching. Other times he'd let us watch movie's and pick out our favourite characters, then act out a scene from that movie with our favourite characters. Needless to say he was our favourite teacher. We all walked into acting class and sat down, waiting for our teacher's grand entrance. Sure enough, three minutes later, he summersaulted through the door.
"Afternoon everyone. How are we all doing today?" We all answered with Varying responses. "Very good, very good." He sat down on the mini stage we had in the room."So, how many of you are trying out for the show?" Many of us raised our hands., some didn't. "Excellent. Enjolras, I didn't expect this, I hope to see you in the performance." I blushed in embarrassment. I saw Grantaire and Eponine smirk at me. I stuck my tongue out at them. Lamarque turned back to the stage."Okay, so, last class we watched Harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban, who were you're favorite characters?
Eponine's p.o.v
I walked home with Cuorfeyrac, Gav and Joly. Gavroche was piggybacking Courfeyrac. I swear those two are inseperable unless there are walls between them. I started thinking about lunch. I had noticed how in though Enjolras had been looking.
"You're thinking about him again, aren't you?" Joly interrupted my thoughts, putting his book in his Scrubs messenger bag.
"Wha-what, nooo, not at all, wait who, are we talking about?"I stuttered, trying to stay off this topic. Joly and a lot of the boys were absolutely convinced I had a crush on Enjolras. Joly rolled his eyes at me.
"You know perfectly well who we're talking about." He made an odd face and spoke in a high pitched voice."Pweeeease Enjy, pwease audition for the pway with me.' Please." I rolled my eyes this time.
"Well, this is our street. Come one Gav, down you go." I lifted my brother off his big friend.
"Aww, Come on Ep, let's go over to Courf's tonight, he said it's okay."
"Yes, but Courf also lives with 4 other sweaty boys." It was true, Courfeyrac, Joly, Enjolras, Combeferrre and Grantaire all lived together in a large apartment. Apparently four of them were orphans, had run away from home, or something like that, so Courfeyrac's father had allowed them to share an apartment in his large building. They had started their own band there, Les Amis. Marius had once been a part of it, but now he lived with Coestte. I was pretty sure that Feuilly, Gav, Cosette and I were the only people in our group who still lived with their parents.
"Exactly!" He protested. I sighed.
"Maybe some other time. I promise."
"Alright, fine." He resigned."Bye Joly, Bye Courf, see you tomorrow." The two boys waved and they headed down the road to their own place. I put Gavroche down and we walked back to our hell of a home. I should probably explain. My parents are drunken bastards. They cheated, lied and stole. They ran this run down old bar and pick pocketed everyone who steped foot in it. When we did something wrong, they would hurt us. Well they would hurt me. I tried to keep Gavroche from getting hurt. I would always want to take up Courfeyrac's offer to come live with him, but I didn't want to be a burden. Plus, I wanted Gavroche to have at least one motherly figure in his life, even if she was a total bitch. We walked into the pub and up to our room. I sat down at our makeshift desk, an old table top held up by a cardboard box filled to the brim with styrofoam. Gavroche sat down beside me and helped me with math. Even though he was my younger brother, and was only 10, he was the smartest person I knew. In turn I helped him with acting. it was one of the few things he wasn't good at in school, despite his favourite teacher teaching it. Some time later, after closing time, mom came up.
"Oi, you brats, dinner, now." She beckoned us down. We put down our homework and thundered down the stairs to the tables of the bar. On one of them were four bags of McDonalds. Gav's face lit up.
"Thank you mom, dad!" He called. I smiled.
"Thanks." They nodded in return before digging into their own food. We grabbed two bags each and headed upstairs, wolfing down the burgers and fries. It tasted like foods of whatever higher being there is. I didn't really have a religion. Gav was still too young to decide. Soon after finishing we went back to doing our homework before tucking ourselves in.
Some time later that night, Gavroche was still awake on his side of the room. We both slept on two separate mattresses.
"Ep?"
"Yeah Gav?"
"Can you sing me something?" He asked. This had started to become a custom each night. Or tradition, or ritual, whatever you want to call it. Recently, mom and dad had been a little harsher on me, a few more beatings here and there. Gavroche had been unfortunate enough to witness all of them. So, whenever he woke from a nightmare, he asked me to sing something for him.
"Sure, come here." I felt more weight on my mattress and Gavroche settle into my arms. I wrapped my arms around him and began singing.
A gentle breeze, from hushabye mountain, softly blows o'er lullaby bay. It fills the sails, of boats that are waiting, waiting to sail your worries away.
It isn't far to hushabye mountain, and your boat waits down, by the key. The winds of night, so softly are sighing. Soon they will fly your troubles to sea.
So close your eyes on hushabye mountain. Wave good bye to cares, of the day. And watch your boat, from hushabye mountain sail far away from lullaby bay.
When the song was done, I felt steady, gentle breathing against my arms. I smiled to myself and lay Gavroche back down on his sad excuse of a bed. "You deserve so much better." I murmured and kissed his forehead before settling back down in my own bed. The last thing I thought of, was what I should sing for auditions.
Hey guys, so this was my first chapter, please favorite and follow, and share and stuff. The song was hushabye mountain from chitty chitty bang bang. One of my fav childhood musicals.