Hello guys! Sorry it took so long to update. Recently I experienced something very tragic,depressing, and overwhelming. My father, at the age of 47, had passed away on May 16th, 2013. I was with him and so was my brother when he took his final breaths. I am so grateful that my dad's last moments was of us saying our goodbyes and our 'I Love You's. It was a strong feeling and of course I cried buckets. So, I felt like writing to take my mind off of things. To distract me from the recent tragedy. So, here's chapter two. I hope you like it, I put my heart and soul into this chapter.

Thanks for all the reviews and enjoy! :)


As I trudged my way downstairs, I saw a few of the boys from last night, just not as many. I looked in disgust as the stench of liquor hit my nose. I was shocked that Paris was actually this gross. It's just so unprofessional. I scoffed in disapproval and made my way to the bar counter. I sat down on a tall stool and fixed my dress. Since I don't have that much money, might as well find a job. Maybe the bar was hiring. I sighed deeply and kept replaying the actions from yesterday. That filthy man flirting with me. So typical. Men will always be men.

I didn't even feel the presence next to me. My thoughts are always so distracting. I turned around on the stool that made a loud screeching sound. Once I was in the direction of the person, I literally jumped out of my seat in surprise. It was that very handsome young man from yesterday. What was his name? It started with an E, I'm sure of it!

As I was trying to recall the name, I heard a deep chuckle. I shot my head up and frowned.

"What are you laughing at Mr?" I asked. He took my question by surprise.

"Obviously you, Mademoiselle. Surely I haven't offended you in any way." He said politely.

I scrunched my nose and turned back around. I wish people just left me alone. The only person I actually enjoy company of is Eponine and that's it! Eponine just had that spark of friendship written all over her. She's friendly and that's all I need here in France. Not some man laughing at me for being frightened by his appearance. I huffed and forgot all about Eponine! Where did she go? I managed to turn my back to the counter without making a loud screeching noise again.

I eyed her making small talk with a very cute looking boy. He wasn't handsome like the man right next to me on my left but he was adorable. From this distance, Eponine looked as if she fancied him. I giggled at how red she got at his voice. Yes, she definitely liked him. I sighed again of content and turned around again to the man. Uh...Why is his name so difficult? What is up with me and 'E' names? Except I can remember Eponine's...weird.

The man eyed me curiously as if it was the first time seeing and being by a woman before. I kinda got uncomfortable by his staring so I looked him in the eyes.

"What M'sieur? Something wrong?" I asked a bit annoyed. He seemed to quit the trance and shook his head to wake up from his little daydreaming. His curls swooshed at the same pace. I giggled because his curls were so adorable. They went to his ears and were a bit of a strawberry blonde. His ocean deep eyes were gorgeous. I mean...wow. It was now the man's turn to chuckle. I did the same motion as he did.

Once my head was clear and mind focused, I gave him a little glare.

"You never answered my question. Answer me!" I politely demanded as if there was any polite manner in the tone I used. The man was taken aback and straightened himself up.

"I don't know why I was staring. Pardon me Madomois-" He started. I 'shh'ed him.

"DON'T call me Mademoiselle, okay? My name is not Mademoiselle." I said and huffed.

"Then what is your name Made-..." Then he stopped because of what I said before him.

"Why should I tell you? I barely know you and my mama told me not to talk to strangers."

"Then how are you supposed to make friends?" He asked. He smirked as I had not reply to this question. Think Carly, Think...

"Whoever said I wanted you to be my friend?" I asked in victory. His smirk grew wider which kinda feared me for his next comeback. He leaned closer and smiled.

"I don't remember saying I wanted to be your friend." He went back to his original position but he propped his elbow on the bar counter.

I muttered a few cuss words and crossed my arms over my chest in defeat. He laughed this time and I did take this little moment offensive.

"Well, you sure are lady like," He said still laughing.

"Sorry if I don't satisfy your needs." I shrugged and walked towards Eponine. She looked at me as if she's seen a miracle.

"What? Do I have something on my dress?" I asked trying to search for a stain. She shook her head and laughed. "No, I think you just Enjolras' day." She said smiling brightly. SO THAT'S WHAT HIS NAME WAS AGAIN! Interesting name, I've never heard it before but it must be a France thing. Same as Grantaire and Eponine. I smiled happily and sat down next to Eponine's little crush, starting up a conversation.

Hope you liked and still so sorry on the slow update! Hope you enjoyed and I had fun coming up with comebacks. Do you think Enjolras' behavior was a little uncommon for the marble king? Review your thoughts and thanks for everything! :)