A/N: Oh, hello! Thanks for choosing this fanfic to read :)
This is my first attempt ever to write a Les Misérables fanfiction, so I hope this isn't bad. Please be patient with me? And Feedback would be really appreciated. Anyway. This is a series of random one-shots about my OC, Hope Green, and her friendship with Enjolras. No romance between them, though. I also take requests and ideas, so please, feel welcome to make suggestions on the reviews. Also, this is mostly based on the book. There are elements of the musical as well, but not so many.
Since this is the first one-shot, I decided to keep it simple. Not too long. It's basically about how Enjolras met Hope for the first time. The other one-shots may not be in chronological order, so in the beginning of each chapter, I'm putting the date in which the events take place. And as for the updates, I will try to upload a one-shot everyday. I have tons of them written by now, so my only job is to edit them and post them here.
Okay, this is all. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please, review and let me know what you think. Like I said before, feedback would be really appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own Les Misérables.
#1: The one with the strange girl who refuses to tell her name
[March, 1828]
The first time Enjolras met her, he was left standing on the street, extremely confused.
He had just left his university building and was now walking back to his apartment. With his face buried in one of his law books, he was completely unaware of what was going on around him. Taking a deep breath, he let his mind wander for a while. The day ahead of him was going to be long: He had essays to finish, speeches to write, and a meeting to attend. And on top of it all, in a few hours - give or take - the rain would start to fall and he would have to deal with Joly being concerned about getting a cold - again.
Not paying attention to his path, the young revolutionary did not saw someone walking in his direction until it was too late. Two bodies collided, which ended up causing a bit of a mess. Loosing his balance, Enjolras took a few steps back, managing to keep himself up. Shaking his head, he looked around. His book was now spread across the ground, in a mix of six or seven other books.
"Oi! Watch your way, will you?" A voice snapped at him. He looked up only to see a girl standing there.
"Pardon me, Mademoiselle." He apologized, nodding his head. Without giving him an answer, she bent down and started to pick up the books. Enjolras, who now seemed to remember that helping the girl was probably the polite thing to do, quickly did the same. "Were you carrying these all by yourself?" He questioned her, after they were done.
"I think I can handle a few books, thank you very much." She replied, raising an eyebrow at him. She got up from the ground and turned to look around, letting out a sigh of relief when she found a medium-sized basket lying just a few meters away from her. She placed her books inside it, before picking it up from the ground.
He sighed, looking down at the three books he was holding. None of them which belonged to him. "I think those are yours." He commented, handing them to her. "I don't suppose there's a copy of the French Law Code in there?"
The girl placed the books on her basket, before taking out one of them. "Here you go, monsieur." She announced, handing it to him.
"Thank you." He nodded politely, gladly accepting his book back. "May I ask your name, mademoiselle?"
"No. You may not." She replied, looking at him with an expression of amusement. "There are no need for introductions between us, monsieur. Paris is a big city and it's highly unlikely that we will meet again. I'm just another face in the crowd for you, just as you are another face in the crowd for me. And besides, I'm in a hurry. There's no time to talk. Have a nice day." Having said that, the strange girl was on her way again, pacing fast through the streets of Paris without even bothering to look back at him.
Enjolras blinked his eyes in confusion as he watched her go. "What a strange girl." He thought, shaking his head, before finally turning around to walk again.
