"Where are the leaders of the land? Where is the king who runs this show?" Enjolras asked the crowd in front of him. The students, and any passers by who happened to be curious grumbled in agreement. Amelie watched proudly as he continued his passionate speech.

" I think you persuaded a few more today" She nudged him towards some very enthusiastic supporters that had joined their group.

"Good, we need everyone we can. This cause won't fight for itself. Someone has to do it and we…" He was off again.

"Enjolras, you're preaching to the converted remember. You convinced me a long time ago." Amelie had watched him make his speech a hundred times, each time he had the same spark that had convinced her to join the students. Of course it helped that Marius was his best friend, and her brother.

"Sorry. Once I get started it's a bit hard to wind down." He blushed a little as Grantaire pulled him away.

Amelie smiled finding her brother in the crowd.

"Have you any idea the shame you have brought on this family!?" Their grandfather scorned them. Their faces fell. After feeling so impassioned by their peers, suddenly it was all crashing down around them. Of course they had decided long ago that they would only spend what they earn, but that didn't stop the sting that came from hearing your grandfathers disdain towards you.

"You're a disgrace." He shouted as he retreated to the carriage awaiting him. Before the siblings could think on it any more all hell broke loose and the crowd around them retreated from the oncoming guards and suddenly they had their passion back tenfold.

"Are you okay?" Enjolras pulled Amelie to the side once things had died down.

"Of course, when am I not?" She replied, linking arms with him.

"Mmmm." He grumbled. "That's what worries me. You know you can be upset, it's okay."

"I know. I save it for when I'm away from you boys though. The last thing you need is a weepy girl during your political discussions." She giggled. Enjolras didn't seem to find it as funny though.

'The last thing we need is a girl!" Grantaire teased.

"You shut it!" Enjolras retorted quickly. He tried to keep his attraction to Amelie hidden, didn't want it to get in the way of their cause. But it was proving to be harder than he thought.

"Maybe you should go home then Grantaire, wouldn't want to mess up your curls." Amelie giggled as the other students 'ooo'ed at her come back and Enjolras found yet another thing he loved about her.

As they all sat in the ABC discussing the next move he thought back to the day they met. It was one of the student rallies, he was off on one of his now apparently famous speeches and he spotted her in the crowd. She was completely focused on him, listening to every word he said. Her hair was fiery red and her green eyes pierced his. For a moment he forgot what he was saying and an awkward silence fell over the crowd. Marius thankfully carried on until he was able to think straight again.

As the crowds dispersed Marius went over to the girl and hugged her tight. Something Enjolras had never felt before washed over him. A mix between hurt and hate. He quickly pushed it back wherever it had come from as the pair headed over to him.

"Enjolras this is Amelie, my sister." A wave of relief engulfed him as he let out a breath he wasn't aware he was even holding. "She's been bugging me, wanting to know what we get up to. I figured you'd be the guy to explain it all. I'll see you later Amelie." After a quick peck on the cheek Marius left them alone.

"Your very passionate." Amelie smiled. He noticed the freckles that covered her cheeks and nose, how cute.

"Well I truly believe in what we're fighting for. What did you think?"

"I think I agree with you. The king's useless. I thought things would improve after we'd got rid of the last one, apparently not." She couldn't help but notice how vulnerable he was up close. If she hadn't just seen him leading what was essentially a mob she could have mistaken him for a quiet, sweet boy.

"Oh, yeah definitely. Look, there are a couple of us meeting at a café to talk some more. Do you want to come along?" Nervously he played with one of the buttons on his jacket.

"I'd love to." She replied without a moment's hesitation, and that was it. They would spend hours discussing politics before getting sidetracked and just telling each other their life stories. Years later there wasn't a day that passed without them seeing one another. And yet, neither of them had admitted their feelings for each other.

When the others asked why they hadn't made a move yet they used the same excuses, it was always the wrong time. Or they didn't want to ruin the friendship. Or what would Marius think? Amelie even joked that Grantaire would get too jealous and for his sake alone nothing more should be said. It was always the same. At the end of the day it came down to the fact they weren't romantics and they were terrified. They couldn't overlook everything that might go wrong, to just embrace all the good that could happen.