Don't worry guys, you're not going crazy. I deleted the second chapter cause I saw some flaws that really needed to be fix. I am really sorry about that. Also, I've been really busy with school, lately. They started this new way of learning (Qino or One-to-One Learning) and it is a pain in my butt!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. All rights go to Victor Hugo.

Chapter Two

"She is dancing away from you now,

She was just a wish, She was just a wish,

And her memory is all that is left for you now.

You see you're a gypsy,You see you're a gypsy."

- Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac

"I drew you a picture," Grantaire says as he hands Eponine a piece of sketchbook paper. "When you told me you're pregnant with baby Apollo, I was instantly inspired to draw something."

Eponine took the piece of paper from his hand and let her eyes examine the penciled sketch. "Is the baby suppose to look like Jesus?"

Grantaire eagerly nodded with a huge smile plastered on his face. His raven curls shook as he did this. "Yeah, you see how the light is shining on him?" He said as he pointed at the sketch. "I imagine him like the chosen one, cause he's like the son of the great Apollo."

"Then what am I?"

"You, my dear 'Ponnie, are a forest nymph whom he fell in love with one night in the forest. You were dancing around in the moonlight and he swore that he had never seen a more beautiful sight before."

Eponine giggled at this. "You should share that with Jehan. It would be a perfect poem."

"It would be," Grantaire mumbled as he took another sip of his pumpkin spice margarita that Eponine made especially for him. They both sat in Cosette's apartment that held an antique essence. The walls were painted creme with colorful frames and paintings adorning it. Cosette is known for being fond of vintage and has a history of dragging Eponine to various thrift shops. Not that Eponine minded- she has found a large amount of interesting objects in Good Will.

Since she broke up with Enjolras earlier that day, she has not found the courage to go to their apartment and collect her belongings. And that really sucks since she desperately needs some chai tea and the only type of tea Cosette has in her cupboards is chamomile. All of the Les Amis have a fondness for coffee but Eponine used to live with a hippie grandmother. All her wonderful childhood memories were because of her grandma.

"Who else knows?" Grantaire asked after a moment of silence. His light blue eyes searched her face and Eponine felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Grantaire has always been an insightful person so when he focused his eyes on someone, it left people feeling naked and vulnerable.

"So far it's just you and Cosette," she replied in the most softest voice she could ever produce. "I might tell Musichetta and Jehan."

"What about everybody else?"

Eponine shook her head. "No. The less people know, the less chance I have of Enjolras ever finding out."

"Why don't you just tell the guy, Eponine," Grantaire sighed. "You don't have to do it alone."

"I'm not going to do it alone," Eponine said harshly. She absolutely hated when Grantaire talked to her as if she was a child in need of a lecture. "I decided to move back in with my grandma and continue my education online."

"You sound like you have this planned out." Grantaire turned his gaze away from Eponine and looked down at his mug. "Enjolras would be impressed. Too bad he's not in on the plan," he added with bitter sarcasm.

"Stop, Grantaire. I don't need your cynicism right now," Eponine snapped. "Enjolras is a twenty-two year old man who is trying to get into one of the most prestigious law school in the country and he has a wealthy family to back him up. I, on the other hand, am a twenty-one year old woman with criminal parents, financial struggles, and is carrying his child."

"Sounds like a romantic film."

"Yeah, it sounds like it, except it's not." Eponine took a deep breath before continuing. "Enjolras would have to give up his goal of becoming a successful lawyer if he wants to help me raise the baby and I don't want him to. And, I know his family would be totally disappointed if he did. Plus, I'm not the ideal girl anyone has in mind for him. He needs someone sophisticated and beautiful."

"Shut up, Eponine," Grantaire frowned. "You are a very beautiful person."

Eponine smiled at the compliment. "Thanks Grantaire but I'm pretty sure that we both can agree that I'm not meant to be one of those rich wives who wear Ralph Lauren- you know, like his mother." Eponine couldn't help but giggle at her little joke.

It's no secret that Eponine and Enjolras' parents don't exactly get along. She is the exact opposite of everything they desire for their only son. They want someone charming and beautiful with a good name and connections. Her name would only cause a lot of talk.

Grantaire took her hand in his a gave it a gentle squeeze. "You're so much better than that, Eponine."

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Sweat coated Eponine and Enjolras' skin as they both came down from their high. Eponine wrapped her arms around his neck and held tightly on to him, keeping him from rolling off of her. Their limbs were tangled and their heavy breaths intermingled. They have done this many times before but for some reason, this moment felt especially special to Eponine.

Enjolras buried his head between her neck and shoulder and began to leave a trail of kisses. Eponine let out a sigh and ran her nimble fingers through his blonde curls.

"Eponine," he whispered with a husky voice that caused a pleasant shiver to run down her spine. They stayed like that for several minutes, silently clinging to one another as if their life greatly depended on it.

"Enjolras," said Combeferre as he shook the marble man's shoulder. The fellow had just returned home late in the afternoon with a look that lacked any emotion and a letter in his tight grasp. His first instinct when entering his apartment was to throw the nearest book, Candid, ou l'Optimisme by Voltaire, across the room and managed to hit a frame on the wall. The door was still open and Combeferre, who lives in the same building, was passing by when he witnessed this action. "What's wrong?"

Enjolras stayed still for a moment before mumbling, "nothing."

The air around them turned silent again and Combeferre began to awkwardly look around as a source of distraction. The apartment possessed a warm ambience that could make anyone instantly at home. Though the walls were pure white, the multi-color furniture, scented candles, and pale blue curtains made it a perfect bohemian home, and at the same time maintained some organization. It was a mixture of both Enjolras and Eponine.

"I got accepted into Harvard," Enjolras said out of the blue, breaking the awkward air of silence.

"That's great, Enjolras!" Combeferre exclaimed. "Should we go down to Le Musain and celebrate with the gang?"

Enjolras shook his head and went to sit down on the couch with his elbows resting on both his knees. His stormy blue eyes stared intently at the thin air and Combeferre could instantly tell that the marble man was very much deep in thought. "Do you plan on just celebrating with your girlfriend?"

"That would sound nice," Enjolras said with bitterness dripping from his accent. "If I had a girlfriend to celebrate with."

Combeferre furrowed his eyebrows in deep confusion. "What are talking about? You do remember your girlfriend, right? Her name is Eponine."

Enjolras' jaw tightened and it took him while before he replied. "Eponine broke up with me today."

Combeferre felt his mouth fall open. "What?! Why?"

"She says we're too different, that we're always arguing, and that she doesn't reciprocate my feelings for her anymore."

"That's absurd!" Combeferre said as he tried to wrap his mind around the information that Enjolras revealed to him. "I've seen you guys together. There is nothing but love between the two of you."

"Well apparently not to her."

Combeferre slowly made his way to the couch and sat himself beside Enjolras. "Have you ever told her how you feel."

Enjolras looked at him for a moment before shaking his head. "Eponine always said that action speaks louder than words."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Action speaks louder than words, so I'm going to respect her wishes and leave her alone."

Again, sorry for deleting the chapter. Please review! It's my fuel. Oh, and hoped you had a nice Thanksgiving!