Hello everyone (: so... i decided to write this story because i didn't like what happened to Eponine, Gavroche, Enjolras and the rest of their friends. i hope you all like it && please review and tell me what you think :D this story has some elements from the book but is mostly based on the musical/movie.


It was a late afternoon in the middle of the winter season in Paris and about a week until Christmas day. All the members of Les Amis where at the café Musain talking among themselves, Grantaire was telling Marius and Combeferre about the party his uncle was going to have to celebrate Christmas the following week. Joly, Prouvaire and Courfeyrac were talking about their studies, while Feuilly, Lesgles and Bahorel were talking about their plans for the upcoming year. The only member on the Les Amis that was by himself was Enjolras, who was quietly reading a book when Gavroche entered followed by Eponine.

"Look who's here!" Grantaire exclaimed. "Little Gavroche and our dear 'Ponine… what has brought both of you here?"

"I don't know…" Gavroche shrugged as he sat next to Marius.

"We were just walking by and Gavroche decided to drop by," Eponine explained, sitting between Grantaire and Gavroche.

"It's nice to see you care about us too…" Grantaire smiled at her.

"Of course I care for all of you," Eponine said with a big smile on her face.

"Even for the marble prince?" Grantaire asked, looking at Enjolras.

"Yes," Eponine replied, looking at Enjolras too. "Even him… besides I don't think he's made of marble… he has a heart somewhere inside him," she added, making all the Les Amis and Gavroche laugh.

"I'll give you ten francs if you prove me wrong," Grantaire said, seriously.

"You don't need to pay to do that," Eponine smiled. "I'll do it for free," she added as she stood up and walked over to the table where Enjolras was and sat down.

"She's quite something…" Bahorel said once he knew Eponine couldn't hear him.

"And very pretty…" Prouvaire said. "Even when she's dressed as a boy".

"Pretty is an understatement," Gavroche said. "She's beautiful".

"Well… my dear Gavroche there's no arguing with you on that," Grantaire said, looking at Eponine and Enjolras, who had put his book down and was now talking to the girl.

"Good thing she's doing it for free… otherwise you would have lost ten francs," Joly teased Grantaire as he looked at the same direction.

"That's true," Marius smiled. "Eponine can get any man to do what she wants".

"I agree on that," Gavroche smiled. "One time she got me out of trouble by telling a young policeman she would let him take her out somewhere… but I don't know how that ended, but I know Eponine like someone else".

"Really?" Grantaire asked. "Is it Marius?"

"What?" Marius asked.

"Don't act offended," Grataire said with a smile. "Who ever gets her attention is a lucky man".

"I'm not telling…" Gavroche said. "But I'll tell you this… is not Marius".

While Grantaire was trying to get Gavroche to talk, Eponine and Enjolras were in the middle of a conversation about the book he had been reading.

"I have not read too many books in my life… but the books I have read have been somewhat interesting," Eponine said, looking at him. "But there's this one book I really want to read, but I don't know its name".

"What is it about?" Enjolras asked, glad he had a friend he could talk about the books he loved to read and know that would be listening.

"I don't really know…" Eponine said. "But it's the book where my mother got my name from".

"It's probably the story of 'the faithful Eponina'," he said.

"Really?" she asked. "What is it about?" she asked, excitedly.

"A woman name Eponina, whose husband tries to overthrow the Emperor of Rome," he explained. "But he fails and he's executed along with his wife".

"Now… that's not what I expected," she smiled. "But now tell me… why are you alone? I'm sure no one likes to be alone".

"I just wanted a little time of peace," he said, looking at Grantaire, who was still trying to convince Gavroche to tell him about Eponine's lover.

"If that's a nice way of saying you didn't want to be near Grantaire… then I can somehow agree on that," she said, looking out the window. "I should go… it's getting late and it's not safe to be on the streets of Paris during the late hours".

"I can accompany you…" he offered. "If you want that is".

"That would be lovely," she smiled. "I'm just going to get Gavroche," she added, standing up and walking back to the table where Les Amis where sitting. "It's time to go Gavroche," she told him.

"Alright," he said, hopping out his chair and ran out of the café.

"I have never seen him so eager to go…" Eponine said, looking at the chair where Gavroche had being sitting. "I wonder he did that…"

"You should ask Grantaire," Joly smiled.

"I'll do that tomorrow…" she said. "Now I've got to go… I'll see you all tomorrow," she added, turning around walked out of the café, where he found Gavroche and Enjolras waiting for her.

"Why so eager to go?" Eponine asked Gavroche. "I thought you loved this place".

"I do…" Gavroche said as he started walking ahead.

"One day he's going to drive me mad," Eponine whispered.

"Why would he?" Enjolras asked as they started walking, following Gavroche.

"Because he's my brother…" she smiled. "And that's something he does".

"He's a good boy," he said.

"That's true," she agreed. "We are very alike you know…" she sighed, looking sadly at her brother. "I only wish he didn't have to live in a world like this".

"What do you mean?" he asked, somewhat confused.

"In a world where your own father throws you into the street," she explained. "I can handle living in the streets… but he's only ten years old".

"I didn't know you two lived like that," he said, concerned.

"I don't need people to pity me," she said. "And like I said… I can handle living… I know my way around the city and so does Gavroche" she added. "You know… when I was little I used to dream that I would meet a prince who would get me out of hell on Earth… but I know that is not going to happen".

"Why not?" Enjolras asked, wondering why no man would want a girl like Eponine, she was beautiful, independent, brave and smart; just to name a few of her qualities.

"Most of the man that show some 'interest' in me… don't use their head to think," she said. "If you know what I mean… besides why would I want to be with someone else if I'm already in love? Or at least I think is love…"

"You're in love?" he asked, knowing it was not his place to ask that.

"I think so... I can be sure since the last time i felt loved was years ago," she smiled, sadly. "But let's not talk about that…" she said as they walked through the streets of Paris. "Now can I ask you something?"

"Sure,"

"Why does Grantaire says you're the marble prince?"

"He's crazy… that's why,"

Eponine smiled. "Just when he's drunk…" she said. "I find him somewhat pleasant when he's sober". She added, laughing. "But that's not what I asked. I know that somewhere deep inside you there is a little heart beating for someone and that you're not made of marble," she said as she stop in front of him causing him to stop too.

"You really think so?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she said. "I know so… everyone loves somebody at some time in their lives, whether they want to accept it or not is a different thing".

"You're very insistent," he said.

"I tend to get want I want," she smiled at him. "Most of the time at least".

"I noticed that," he smiled back at her. "How can I not?"

"You noticed me?" she teased him. "Well, I'm flattered monsieur".

"Are you really?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied. "Very much in fact," she added, getting closer until their faces were really close that she could feel his breath on her face. "You know… I really like the way you dress," she said, grabbing the lapels of his coat. "As a leader does…" she added as she backed away. "We should get going… Gavroche is probably already gone all the way".

"Wait!" he exclaimed, when Eponine started walking away.

"What?" she asked, turning around to face him.

"You're right," he said, walking up to her.

"I am?" she asked. "Well, I'm glad you admit it…I knew there was some special lady in your heart," she smiled at him. "Everyone has a special someone in their hearts… I'm sure even Grantaire does".

"But what about you?" Enjolras asked, he didn't know why but he felt the need to know who the 'special man in her heart' was.

"What about me?" she inquired.

"Who's you're special someone?" he asked, noticing that they had stopped walking away.

"Well…" she started as she played with one of her curls. "He's a friend… but I don't think he'll ever see me as anything other than that".

"He is an idiot if he does not see you," he said, sincerely.

"You think so?" she asked, seriously.

"Yes," he replied.

Eponine laughed. "Well... i know for certain he is not an idiot," she said. "In fact... he's rather smart... But like I said before I cant be sure if is really love or something else".

"So now we now its's not Grantaire," he said, making Eponine laugh.

"That's true..." She smiled. "But he has actually taught me something".

"And what was that?" he asked, curiously; knowing that Grantaire rarely said anything that made sense.

"That is better to have twenty seconds of stupid bravery than live all your life regretting something..." she said. "He can be pretty smart when he's sober," she added with a smile. "Well... i think is time i go home, i bet you have many things to Monsieur," she smiled as she walked away towards the place her brother and her called home; leaving Enjolras to think about what she had told him and to think about the funny feelings he was getting for this girl.

"Can't be love," he murmured to himself, walking towards his house.