Éponine
"Hey! 'Ponine! Could you do me a favor?"
Éponine turned her head and saw Marius.
"Well of course, Monsieur Marius, anything for you," Éponine replied, just hoping it wouldn't be about Cosette for once.
"Give this note for my love, Cosette. Be sure to give it to her only, nobody else!" He spoke slowly as if thinking she would be too daft to comprehend.
"Yes, M'sieur," Éponine said, trying to hide the dissapointment from her voice. Why did she even try? She knew he would never notice her...
Because she loved him, and even if she wasn't happy, at least he was. After all, she was just street trash, with nowhere to turn, no friend to go to. She would never be anything but a
"Boy! You over there! Are you for the – " Enjolras stopped short when the "boy" turned. He recognized the face instantly. The dark, chocolate brown hair that was hidden in the cap, the sad brown eyes that still kindled whenever they saw Marius. Enjolras jogged over to Éponine.
"Éponine! What are you doing! You'll be killed – what's that?"
"Letter to Marius's little angel. I'm delivering it to 'er, right now, so it'd be real nice, if you moved outa my way…"she stopped sputtering for a moment when she saw the look on his face, "Something… wrong, m'sieur?" She peered at him.
"No, nothing it's just…no, nevermind, just be careful out there, it's dangerous," he stuttered, and his face flushed red. Then he turned around and headed back the the barricade. Men these days, Éponine thought to herself, so strange.