[A/N]: So, how's everyone? Liking it? I hope you do. This chappie is my fave before the first chappie, so read on if you want to know why. Well, actually, I love all the chapters, but yeah… okay. Never mind what I babbled. I'm feeling hilarious again.

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize was never mine to keep. It's all to Victor Hugo.

+ Chapter Two +

If You Wanted, I'd Have You

When they arrived at his apartment, Enjolras quickly dispatched their things on his study table and took dry clothes for themselves. He handed Éponine an old baggy red shirt and boxer shorts of his and a towel. "You take the hot shower first. Your girl stuff's inside the cabinet. The one on the left is yours. Mine's right," he ordered.

"But you'll get cold!" Éponine protested.

"As much as I appreciate your concern, it is best you go first. It's not like we can share a single bath like we would if we were toddlers, right?" he countered. "I'll just drink hot chocolate. You'll get yours after you're done showering."

Having no more arguments, they set about to do their tasks. Enjolras immediately took off his burgundy sweater, white and blue- striped shirt, black pants, and russet loafers as soon as Éponine entered the lavatory. He put his and her soiled clothes in the laundry basket after quickly putting on another faded red shirt and his new boxers. He also brought a towel to dry his hair.

He went to the kitchen, prepared their hot chocos and snacks, and then set the DVD player, tv, and his laptop up for their weekly movie night. He sat on his comfortable couch and smiled when he heard Éponine singing a familiar song from their favorite broadway musical, Les Misérables.

"In my life, she has burst like the music of angels, the light of the sun," Enjolras hummed along as he waited and continued drying his rain- drenched hair. "My life seems to stop as if something is over, and something has scarcely begun."

Then he stopped for awhile and laid his feet on top of a beanie bag, sighing.

It was close, he thought. His friends nearly blurted one of his deepest buried secrets. He nearly got mad, but it was wise of Éponine to stop him, even though she was the one who might have caused his inner turmoil. Enjolras secretly felt glad when he felt his hand over hers during the entire spectacle, even if she didn't seem to notice it.

His musings were cut short when he heard her sing, "In my life, there's been no one like him anywhere, anywhere where he is."

Enjolras sorely hoped that she wasn't referring to Marius anymore.

"If he asked, I'd be his," she continued in the shower.

"If you wanted, I'd have you," he interjected to himself softly.

"In my life," she pursued.

"There is someone… who touches my life," they sang together.

"Waiting near," her voice rang through the walls.

"Waiting here," Enjolras continued.

He heard the door of his bathroom click open and turned to see Éponine clad in the clothes he gave her earlier. Even in such simple garments, he found her beautiful and felt himself smile softly at her.

Éponine returned his grin with a beam. "Your turn, blondie," she said, drying her hair off with her towel.

"A'right," he said, standing up and going to the lavatory.

A few minutes later, he was done, so they settled together comfortably on the couch.

"So what now, 'Jolras?" Éponine asked, curling under his arm. Enjolras laid his head on hers and answered, "I'm thinking of watching 'Olympus Has Fallen'."

"Oh, Gerard Butler and Morgan Freeman!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah," he replied.

"But, hey, there are no DVDs yet!" she answered, looking at him suspiciously. "Where did you get that, hmm, M'sieur le Avocat?"

Enjolras chuckled. "Joly downloaded it for us ABC friends to watch," he answered. "Just for fun, like you said. Don't worry, he paid for it."

"Uh-whoa, ha, ha," Éponine wasn't able to stop herself from laughing at Enjolras' new found quirkiness. "M'Jolras, you are indeed listening to me."

Enjolras smirked uncharacteristically as he looked at her jokingly. "Why wouldn't I listen to my best friend?"

Éponine just kissed his cheek in response. Not breaking his eye contact after, she smiled and said, "That's a 'thank you'."

Rendered speechless and blushing madly—he guessed, Enjolras just swallowed and nodded. "All right. I'll just connect my laptop to player and the television."

Setting it up, Enjolras couldn't help but feel her eyes on him. He didn't know why he'd bother about it since she's always done that before, but for some reason, he couldn't help feeling a little skittish.

"All right, you have the cheetos?" he asked Éponine who nodded. He sat beside her again and pressed play.

After the film, Éponine was sobbing, so Enjolras asked, "What's the matter, 'Ponine?"

"It's just sad... Those men died for their country, and Gerard there in the movie felt like it was quite like his fault... Y'know, it's just like what the leader of the ABC friends would have felt during the battle if he lived to see the sun rise without his friends and their cause," she explained through her tears.

"You're speaking of the one I'm named after? Enjolras?" he asked rhetorically. "Yeah, if I were in that guy's shoes I'd feel like that. Well, I do, in a way. Being christened by his name, I sort of feel a connection. You know how I dream of becoming a lawyer."

Éponine chuckled. "Yeah, you do. I mean look at you, NGSB after all the years you've become stupendously handsome, superiorly intellectual, and active in charities for the poor! Always thinking of Patria and all that. No time for idle affairs like love and wine."

"But I do have time for my precious friends... like you," Enjolras stated, looking her straight in the eye and feeling blood rush in his cheeks. Yeah, very precious, indeed.

She blushed unknowingly, yet hugged him. Enjolras shivered in her touch.

"Thanks, 'Jolras," Éponine said. "Y'know, for everything. Big things like helping me get away from my parents and... that guy. Plus, the situation with me and my siblings. Then, little things like these, just watching and having fun with me and the thunder. I'm very thankful... that God gave me you for... a friend."

Enjolras embraced her back fiercely after those words. Then, softly, in the waves of her brown hair, he whispered lovingly, "I'd do anything for you."

He felt her smile from his shirt.

"Can we just sleep like this?" Éponine asked beneath the folds of his shirt. "I like it in your arms."

Enjolras was glad that she was facing below than his face. "Sure," he replied, adjusting her in his arms. "I like you in there, too."

"Comfy," she decided, releasing her arms around his neck and putting her hands flat against his chest. Then she yawned and sleepily said goodnight.

"Bonne nuit, m'amour," he replied unconsciously.

He fell asleep without knowing that Éponine heard how he called her and smiled at it.

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