I am so happy with the response to chapter one! So here a a chapter two for a reward! It includes: a fight within a fight, an introduction a pessimisstic drunk named Lysette, love at first sight (Yes Marius, yes Cosette, we are looking at you) Gavroche kicks Camille out of te elephant, and Enjolras get slightly worried.

"Èponine, are you sure this is a good idea?" Cosette murmurs as the girls fight their way through the crowd of people.

"No. In fact, this is a terrible idea. And that is why we are doing it." Èponine responded, without a bit of hesitation.

Mary and Julia shared a glance.

"Isabelle, Florence, you two are smallest. See if you can get through the crowd and figure out when we have to give our speech." Eponine commanded. The girls nodd and begin pushing their way through the crowd.

"Èponine, what if Gavroche sees me here? Im supposed to be an actual member of the Amis! Not... whatever this is. We dont even have a name!" Camille complained latching onto Èponines hand with a death grip.

"Gavroche will just have to deal with it," Èponine said, croutching down to Camille's height, "As for the name, when we get back to our meeting place that we dont actually have, I will let you think of a name. And a meeting place."

Camille thought for a moment, then flashed a smile, "I know a place."

"Really? Where?" Èponine asked.

Camille leaned up to wisper the place in Èponine's ear.

"ÈPONINE!" Shrieked Florence as she practicly dragged Isabelle through the heard of people.

"What?" Èponine asked, worried.

"The boys! They go on now! And we just so happen to be next!"

BOYS

Enjolras really wasnt as worried as he should have been. I mean, what could a bunch of girls have on his group of men? Okay, maybe a little, but only if it was a group of trained focused girls. Which he highly doubted seeing as Èponine herself couldnt even remain focused. But still. He had to admit that when Feuilly and Jehan had told him that Èponine and her girls where signed up to make a speech, he had been a little nervous. Maybe she was taking this seriously.

He was even more nervous when he glanced off of the platform and saw Èponine smirking at him, flanked by a bunch of smug looking girls. Even Gavroche's girl, Camille, was there. She sat on the shoulders of a tall women, with wild red hair. Camille looked guiltily at Gavroche, who made a very obvious point not to look at her.

Never the less, Enjolras gave his speech, his eyes a blaze with a firey passion, making every single person watching, male or female, adult or child, feel like her was talking diretly to them, urging them to join the cause so that they could have a greater life.

All in all, Enjolras felt as though it was one of his best speeches. See if Èponine could follow that.

She did.

GIRLS

"Hello. My name is Èponine Jordenette," Eponine began, "I know what you are thinking. 'Why isna group of girls protesting? Isnt that a mans job!' Well, let me tell you something. Do you think that the things the men say in their speeches only apply to men? No, you dont. So why should saying the speeches be any different. You hear about this new world, where everything glistens and shines. Arent women apart of that world? Certainly! Woman should have some reqognitition! We carry te child, we go through the labor, we tend to every little thing. And trust me, there are anlot more of teblittle things than the big ones! So join me women! Take a stand! These speeches tell us that everyone has a voice! So lets use them!" a roar of approval came from the crow. Enjolras was (No pun intended) speechless. Èponine had looked so strong and she really did belive in what he was saying. And what she was saying made a great deal of sense.

As much as Enjolras hated it, he knew he had to grovel.

When Éponine exited the podium, Enjolras went up to her.

"Èponine, you were right. You really do care. And that was an extrodinary speech. Would you and your girls care to join us at out next meeting tomorrow night?"

Èponine laughed, "Are you mad? Of corse not!"

"But-"

"I have started something and I intend to finish it. Gooday, M'suir Enjolras." And with that, she left, all but two of the girls trailing behinde her. One was Camille. One was Cosette.

"Gavroche Im sorry but-"

"No." He said, averting her eyes. "You will have to find another place to stay. You arent allowed back at the elephant."

Camille gasped, tears gathering in her eyes, "But... Gavroche. Where will I stay?"

"Thats your problem," he responded, codly.

"But... Your my best friend." She wispered.

"If you were my best friend, you wouldnt have betrayed me." He stated simply.

She looked as if she was to say something else, but stopped. She slowly backed up, taking Cosette's hand.

Cosette had a completely different problem. She had taken one look at the boy with fluffy hair and freckles and fallen in love. She knew it was love because of the fact that the boy was not overly handsome, he just... Was. He existed. And she knew that Èponine was going to be livid. But she couldnt really help it. She also couldnt help the wimper that edcaped her throat after being dragged away by a now full out crying Camille.

"Camille, whats the matter?" Asked Cosette when she fully exited her daze.

"G-Gavroche k-kicked me out of t-the e-elephant!" She sobbed.

"Oh, Im sure he didnt mean it!" Cosette told her, handing her a plain white hankercheif.

"W-when G-Gavroche says s-somthing, he m-means it!" She wimpered, drying her eyes on a towle.

"Come, Camille. We will sort this out later. For now, we have to find the others." Cosette said, wondering where they had gone.

They had gone to a pub. The only person who knew they were there was Èponine, who glanced around nervously until her eyes rested of a girl with unruly reddish brown locks, who was slumped over a drink.

"Lysette!" Èponine cried when she was close enough to be heard over the loud noise.

"Èponine?" hiccuped the girl, Lysette.

"How are you?" Éponine asked.

Lysette laughed, "Drunk as ever!"

Èponine grinned, "Perfect."