Before I start, there's an author on here you should look at littlemisslyss, she has some good stories, and if you look up
Tiepobadaae on YouTube, You'll see me singing my les Mis and phantom and wicked and Broadway.
Warning: Eppie Bopping ahead, it's not so much, but Marius also hasn't met Cosette yet (Met, Cosette, yet, it rhymes!) I don't hate Cosette, but I won't make Marius hate Éponine, musical based.
Disclaimer: I don't own les Mis, but if I did, I would play Éponine.
I was so excited to tell her about this new Shakespeare story we are reading in literature, Romeo and Juliet, that I ran to my apartment the fastest I could. I brought the book along, so I could read it to her. The story reminded me of, me and her. The love of a beggar and a baron, though I knew that she would never feel the same way, so I was content with being best friends. I entered my room to find her sitting on my bed, expectantly, her hands folded neatly on her lap, as if she had been waiting for a long time. I raised an eyebrow, and opened my mouth to question her ways, but she simply pulled a bobby pin out of her hair to answer my unspoken question. She didn't need to hear what I had to say, we both knew each other far too well for that.
"You are your father's daughter all right." I chuckled, realizing she picked my lock, careful to choose my words about her family, knowing what a sensitive topic that is for her. Luckily, she smiled, which made me cringe a bit when she showed her missing and blackened teeth. I felt horribly guilty afterwards.
I sat next to her on the bed, and starting jabbering on about my life as a student. I certainly hope I wasn't boring her, but she always told me that even if I was, she couldn't care less. When I was finished with my selfish blabbering, I held my leathery binder up, and she sat up straighter happily, out of her normal slouched position.
"I brought a new book to read to you, maybe I could work on teaching you to read it as well." She scowled at me, and reached over and irritably grabbed the very large and annoyingly heavy book right out of my unsuspecting hands.
"I can read, I can. I'll prove it to you Monsieur Marius." Éponine opened the book to a random page, and narrowed her eyes, trying to comprehend the strange inscriptions. "R-Romeo, Romeo, wha-et air to-uch?" She stammered uneasily, trying to get out the right words. I brushed her greasy, tangled hair behind her ear, fighting the urge to rub it off on my pants afterwards, and risk offending her. Not something I wanted.
"Oh 'Ponine, I believe that it's 'Romeo, Romeo where art thou?' And what did I tell you about calling me Monsieur Marius? I'm pretty sure our friendship is far beyond such formal petty titles."
She childishly stuck her tongue out at me. I tried to grab my book back, but she kept it out of my reach, pulling it away from my hands. I sighed in defeat, and made it look like she won. Just when she let her guard down, I grabbed her hat off her head.
"Marius!" She tried desperately to get her hat back. I held her hat directly in her reach and pulled it away when she came too close. I held out my other less occupied hand, gesturing for the return of my property.
"My book, Mademoiselle Thénardier? Or should I get Inspector Javert?" I joked. She reluctantly handed it over. I reached over to give her, her hat, but then I put it on my own head instead, not bothering to worry about lice. I ducked away from her hands.
Hey! That's not fair!" She reached over trying to get her hat, and I stood up, out of her reach.
I laughed at her apparent lack of height that was holding her back in her attempt to swat her hat off my head. I rubbed her hair, messing it up, and then I put her hat on her head for her. She adjusted it, fixing her hair, and kept her hands on her head, protectively, and narrowed her eyes at me, daring me to come over to her, and try my attack again.
I smiled at her and fell back upon the bed, and she followed my lead, doing the same and landing right next to me. I opened the book, and I started to read to her. She listened intently, and rested her head upon my shoulder.
I didn't even care at that moment that she'd never love me back. I know she loves that 'Parnasse guy, but at moments like these I don't care, I just enjoy her intoxicating company. I read to her until Corfeyrac came back. This was definitely my favorite time of day.
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I looked longingly in his window. I hated him. He has Éponine all over him, and he doesn't care. What wouldn't I give to have Éponine over me like that? Well, that is, without pay. I smiled suggestively to myself at my own, personal memories with Éponine.
Sighing, I took my leave from my perch on the window. As I left, I grabbed an item of Marius's that he stupidly put outside. Bastard gets what he deserves, I thought to myself. She used to be like that with me, at least, before we came to Paris, before my first murder. Then I heard it, footsteps running towards me. I turned, but it was too late. I was caught.
"Montparnasse, should have known you'd be behind the Pontmercy stealings." One of the policemen sneered.
"Yeah, bloke's been getting robbed every day. Too bad your night tonight won't be spent with your little prostitute friends."
I heard more footsteps. There was a slight gasp, and I let out a sigh of relief, recognizing the origin of the sound.
"Wha's 'Parnasse done this time, officers?" I heard Éponine ask the police.
"I'm sure you already know, slut!" I heard a struggle, and Éponine was on the ground beside me.
"Whatcha goin on 'bout now? I ain't no idea whatcha talking about, officer." The officer whacked her on the head with his nightstick, nothing to seriously damage, just a small hit to warn her of any false moves.
"You're under arrest."
"Whatdya 'rresting me for? I ain't done nothin this time!" She growled sassily. The cops grabbed her, and dragged us both away.
"Tell that to Inspector Javert. Hey Montparnasse, looks like you'll be spending your night with your little whore after all. No doubt that the Jondrette girl was part of the Pontmercy robberies as well."
Éponine immediately turned her head to glare at me. I looked away, not wanting to admit how jealous I am that she loves him instead.
"Whydya always pick on Monsieur Marius. He's a nice fellow, and he ain't done nothin to you ta deserve that!" She hissed at me.
Anger bubbled inside me at her words. Did she not know? Is she as blind as she claims he is? She's such a hypocrite! Complaining to me about how Marius never notices her love for him, the idiot!
"Shut up!" The policeman growled, pushing her head down. I was usually good around the pigs, that's how I'm so good at worming my way out of things (and into certain things as well, such as Éponine), but Éponine's comment seriously pissed me off.
"He sure as hell has done something to me! You're such a blind little whore. You think you're so smart with knowing your way around, but you can't even see what's right in front of your damned stupid, ugly face!" I felt immediately guilty for what is said to her. I didn't mean for it to come out like that, but she makes me so mad.
"That's enough!" The other cop snarled, as we made it to the police station. That's when I saw a man standing in the front of the police station. Looking at him, it didn't take much guessing to know who he is.
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There he was, the infamous inspector Javert, whose very name strikes fear into the heart of even the bravest gamin. He stood tall, cold, and emotionless. He looked down at us, his intense green eyes almost glowing in his very skull, the only part of him showing any emotion. His expression softened when he saw me, but only for a moment, before he cleared his throat and addressed the men holding Montparnasse and I captive.
"And who are these dirty scoundrels." He said, his rough voice taking on a menacing growl.
"This here is the infamous Montparnasse and Éponine Jondrette." His eyes widened when my name was said, probably because of my father, but this inspector was new, so it wasn't likely he's captured my father yet. At least, knowing how slippery my father and the rest of the Patron-Minette are, when it comes to catching them.
"Jondrette, you say? No relation to Louis Jondrette?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Not surprising, he's been here long enough to no doubt, have at least heard of us, probably his first time catching one of us.
"This here girl is his eldest daughter Monsieur inspector. Along with her siblings Azelma and Gavroche Jondrette." The cops looked at each other, confused at Javert's horrified reaction.
His reaction quickly changed, though, back to his usual stiff stature. His cold stare pierced through my very soul as he looked, first at me, then at Montparnasse. I thought I even saw Montparnasse shudder with the intensity of his gaze as well.
"Lock them up; they should be enough to spend a night."