A/N This came to me after my own experience in a yoga class with my Amis. I hope you all enjoy. It's the first oneshot in a series of many hopefully! Please review follow and favorite! But mostly review!

If you have something you want to see the Amis doing, lemme know and I'll put it in there. Or, if you have certain pairings and/or characters you want to see more of, let me know!

Disclaimer; I do NOT own Les miserables. But you guys know that!

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun!" Marius insisted.

"Marius, Cosette told you that you had to take yoga class.. Not all of us." Joly said, staring at the scrawny twenty three year old.

"Yes, well I'm not going here alone. I need all of you."

"All of us? Is that really necessary?" Enjolras grumbled, not glancing up from the speech he was preparing on his laptop.

"I think you'll do great, Apollo." Grantaire grinned, and Combeferre let out an exasperated sigh.

"How long does the class run for?"

"Only an hour."

Bahorel's laugh pierced the silence that came after Marius' answer, "An hour. Oh, that's a good one Marius!"

It only took a few moments, before Bahorel's laughter caused the rest of the amis to begin to laugh. Marius' face grew red, and he swallowed, glancing down at his hands.

"Maybe it'll be fun."

Each of the Amis, slowly turned their heads to the soft voice where they saw Jehan on his knees behind Courfeyrac, braiding bits of his dark curls into small braids, and then intwining them together.

"You think it's going to be fun?" Questioned Bossuet, who had been silently texting Musichetta on his phone up until the poet had spoke.

"We'll all be together. It's bound to be."

"That's not true! I'm not having fun right now, and we're all together." Bahorel chimed in once again.

"You guy's are my friends." Marius whined, "You have to come with me."

He glanced over to Enjolras who typed furiously on his laptop, until he felt the entire room's eyes on him, and looked up.

"Something else you need to say?" He asked, while brushing away his curls from the front of his eyes.

"Will you take your place with me, Enjy?" Marius said, with his best set of puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip to pair it with.

"If you won't call me Enjy, I'll do nearly anything, Marius." He looked around the room.

"Each of you are coming, as well."

A collective groan filled the room, that covered Jehan's squeal of excitement.

Two days later, they were all seated in the yoga studio's lobby.

Some, more happy about it than others.

Jehan walked around the lobby at least seven times, asking each of his friends if his braid looked secure, and occasionally picking cup a yoga business card and swooning over the fact that the yoga instructors got to have flowers by their names.

Marius sat on the waiting bench, eyes wide and staring straight ahead, in pure fear of the class to come.

Grantaire stood leaned up against the wall, scowling at the fact that no alcohol beverages were allowed inside the studio. And growled at any children that happened to walk by.

Courfeyrac switched, back and forth from standing at the doorway, and welcoming the young women who headed towards their Yoga class, to watching through the observation window and occasionally commenting that a particular pose looked extremely painful.

Combeferre sat next to a sleep deprived Enjolras and continued to argue with him that two hours of sleep a night, simply was not enough.

Enjolras sat, cross armed. Waiting for the ranting to stop, and the entire experience of the yoga studio to be over.

Bahorel stood on the waiting bench, and watched the children who stood below him with glaring eyes. "You all are planning something against me. I can feel it."

The children squealed and would run into the other room, but slowly inch their way back until he scared them off again. It was a game to them, but no one had the heart to tell Bahorel that.

Bossuet sat next to Joly, and listened quietly to his rant of how unsanitary the entire studio was, and how much old sweat there most likely was on the floor.

They all stopped when the door to the yoga studio class room opened, and a young woman most likely in her twenties stepped out. Looking fit, and perky, she was the stereotype yoga instructor.

Jehan's face blushed a deep red, as he saw the flower that was tied into her loose ponytail.

"If you all will follow me, I will take you to your lesson."

The group trickled in behind her, and awkwardly stood about, as a group of young women regular attendees took their usual places.

Grantaire stood next to Bahorel, chuckling about something when an older woman stepped up to him, chest puffed out and hands on hips.

"You're in my spot!"

Grantaire squinted his eyes and looked down at the elderly woman, who was wearing yoga pants far to tight for her age.

"It's my spot now." He said simply, and Bahorel high-fived him.

The two went back to talking, but the woman did not move. "I'll get you in trouble. I will." She muttered, and Grantaire's eyes grew wide for a moment then he laughed.

"Try me, grandma."

The woman's eyes grew wide and she screamed as high as her old voice would allow her to, "He grabbed me! This man grabbed me! Help!"

The yoga instructor was over at Grantaire's side in a moment, and glaring at him as if there would be no tomorrow.

"Why don't you take your spot next to these well behaved gentlemen," She pointed towards Combeferre and Enjolras, who were still quietly arguing.

Grantarie groaned, and walked over, and stood next to Enjolras. Catching the granny's smirk on the way over.

"Welcome class!" The yoga instructor's voice echoed through the room, once again cheerful.

"We have some new faces in here so lets go around and say our-" She was cut off, as the classroom door flung open, and Eponine made her way into the classroom, taking her place next to Marius, and not minding any of the disgusted looks that were shot in her direction.

"As I was saying-" The teacher began once more, "Please tell us your names."

"Courfeyrac's the name. And you can get my number after class."

The teacher's eye twitched slightly.

"I'm Jehan!" Jehan exclaimed, and smiled at all of the faces that were overcome with his adorableness.

"Bahorel." Bahorel said simply, not bothering to look up from his phone.

The teacher glanced over at Marius, "Marius!" The skinniest boy yelled, shaking as if he was on trial.

Eponine looked confused, at Marius' reaction, but she waved at the glares she received, "I'm Eponine!"

The teacher gazed over to Joly, who was trembling over how many humans were crammed into the small room. "Joly. Soon to be, doctor Joly."

The teacher nodded, and looked at Bossuet, who happened to be picking a wedgie at the time she looked over there. "Um, I'm Bossuet."

The teacher looked over to Combeferre, and smiled slightly, "And your name?"

Combeferre smiled politely, "I'm Combeferre."

Grantaire stepped in front of Combeferre and winked in a flirting fashion, "I'm R, ladies!"

The teacher's eye twitched once more.

All of the girls eyes turned to Enjolras. And he let his blonde curls fall in front of his eyes. "Um, ah. I'm Enjolras, and if you want to learn about our cause after this class come and see me-"

He was cut off by his friends groans.

The class began, and it didn't start off well. The amis began to drop like flies.

Bossuet was the first to get kicked out. He tripped over Joly's leg which stretched surprisingly far and caused a whole line of girls to fall over.

Joly followed Bossuet out.

Jehan was enjoying to class, and within five minutes, had a group of girls surrounding him and were whispering cheerfully together.

Bahorel got kicked out for getting in a verbal fight with the granny that stole Grantaire's spot.

Eponine got kicked out and received a promise of a restraining order for telling the teacher she was teaching wrong, and then telling her to meet her behind the studio, after class.

Marius had a nearly full fledged panic attack when Eponine left him, and curled up in the fetal position, sobbing quietly.

Jehan eventually got kicked out for getting overly excited and squealing in the girl's ears.

And Grantaire got kicked out for slipping when he was balancing on one leg and grabbing the first thing he could without looking, to catch his balance. Which happened to be a young woman's butt.

Towards the end of the class, the only three that remained, not including Marius who was still curled up in the corner, was Combeferre, Enjolras, and Courfeyrac.

One of the last poses they did in class, was the child's pose.

Combeferre laid comfortably forward and smiled, "Isn't this relaxing, Enjolras? You know what's more relaxing? Sleep."

Enjolras didn't reply.

Courfeyrac let out a low sigh and smiled happily. "Ahhh I feel chinese."

Combeferre expected to hear a rant from Enjorlas about how Courfeyrac's comment was stereotype. But only heard a bit of soft snoring.

Enjolras had fallen asleep in the class.

They all left, in the end. With an enraged teacher, and sore bones.

"I wanna try again next week." Marius said, in-between sniffles.

"NO!" Bossuet shouted in his direction, as Joly finished the last of the stitches in his forehead.

None of them would be going back, anytime soon.

A/N I hope you all enjoyed it! If you did, please let me know with a review! Or a favorite. Or follow! Thanks for reading! God bless.