Thank you all so so much for your lovely reviews! Its like getting birthday presents, because reviews really do make the writer. I have not decided yet if this will be in Enjolras's POV, though this chapter will be. I've been asked to switch, but that can honestly get confusing and I feel sometimes you loose a bit of plot if your not great at it (Which I'm not!)
Just as a reminder there are two other stories of the E/E coffee shop AU's out there and they are both lovely! We all have different story line's and goals for our stories, so no one is copying.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah, I totally own Les Miserables, along with the Eiffel tower
"The Civil War took less time than this," Enjolras muttered irritably as he waited in line, the girl in front of him happily chatting away with the barista.
It wasn't ideal for him to be spending his Saturday morning with a pounding headache, an unsettled stomach, and only being able to recall random snippets of the previous night's events.
As the girl continued to go on, his anger bubbled up as he threw up his hands, "Jesus Christ, this is the worst service since TLC started airing Here Comes Honey Boo Boo."
Whipping around, he became aware of the fact that this was the girl he bumped into on his hurried exit from the cafe the other day.
"Well, sorry for bothering you sir. After all throwing out five pounds out a week on coffee surely does give you the deed, doesn't it?" she remarked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He was shocked at the audacity the girl had for calling him out. It was her who was causing the hold up after all.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry I've spent the last 45 minutes listening to your discussion on periods and rainbows. Pardon me, go ahead and continue," he snapped.
She bit back a laugh, "Now that you've humiliated yourself in public, are you done?"
He opens and closes his mouth, unable to say anything back. Bowing his head in shame, he mumbled silently to himself as she stepped aside, allowing him access to the counter. Ordering in a low tone, he grabs his black coffee (so unlike his usual) and thanked the woman, handing her the cash before scurrying to an open table. His eyes refused to leave the steaming cup of coffee, as he was sure his face was red. It wasn't until he heard someone clear their throat did he look up, only to meet the face of the mystery girl.
"Come to rub it in?" he sneered, sipping the scalding liquid.
Chuckling, she shook her head. "No I came to apologize- for what I said earlier, it was uncalled for."
Enjolras scoffed, "I'll believe that when I get my law degree"
She looked as if she was going to retort back, but thought better "I'm Éponine, Éponine Thenardier."
He nods his head gruffly, "Henri Enjolras, but I go by Enjolras, and only Enjolras."
"Well then Enjolras it was a pleasure to meet you," she gave him a curt smile before turning on her heel. He watched her walk toward a small table in the corner, where she sat in one of the small armchairs, curling into a ball before removing a small and tattered copy of Wuthering Heights. Such a cliché novel, he thought to himself, one of "petty love and revenge." It was one of Jehan's favorites.
Enjolras tore his view from the girl, returning it to his coffee. The pounding in his head had begun to subside, leaving it fuzzy. Groaning, he rubbed his temples, feeling his phone buzz in his pocket. Removing the phone, he glanced at the new text:
Saturday 10:47 a.m. To: Enjolras From: Joly
Fun last night mon ami? I bet you regret listening to me, I regret listening to myself since that bar counter looked pretty filthy… Anyway, Courf wants to meet up later, your head clear enough?
Enjolras unlocked his phone, hesitating a second before typing his reply:
Saturday 10:49 a.m. To: Joly From: Enjolras
I hate you. I hate you all. And it's going to take a lot of Feuilly's little fans to woo me over, so count me out.
Happy with his response, he returned the phone to his pocket, leaning back in the chair. Whatever had happened last night, Enjolras knew his friends would never let him live it down, and he wouldn't be surprised if there was a viral video of him dancing naked on the bar uploaded to YouTube already. He felt his pocket vibrate again, and he quickly removed his phone, smiling to himself as he read Joly's message:
Saturday 10:51 a.m. To: Enjolras From: Joly
Your loss. 'Ferre had some new Plato to discuss with you :P
Finishing the text, he downed the rest of his coffee, quickly standing up. He chanced one last glance at the girl, who looked too engrossed in her novel to even notice him.
And Enjolras thought Bousuett was annoying
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Eponine sighed, watching the retreating figure of the so called man "Enjolras." The nerve he had to rudely interrupt her talk with Musichetta! She felt like slapping him.
Focus 'Ponine. Isabella falling in love with Heathcliffe is more important right now.
Try as she might, she just couldn't get herself to stay in 1840 Yorkshire. Closing her book, she decided that it might be a good time to look at her script for her new project.
Professor Myriel wouldn't be happy if you arrived to class not knowing your lines like last time. He was nice enough to reward you with the part of Reno Sweeney, don't go and screw it up!
Retrieving her script, she flipped to her first song:
"I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all,
So tell me why it should be true
That I get a kick out of you?"
"Sounds like the story of my life" she grumbled.
~o~
AN: Oh my god I am so so sorry for such a late update. Every single one of your reviews were wonderful, and thank you for all the follows! This my first story ever so its very encouraging. A special thank you to cheyanneasaur because she is just amazing and flawless and a stunning writer (and editor!) I hope to have Chapter 3 up by Sunday, so keep your fingers crossed!
I attempted to put a little bit of Eponine's POV, but don't worry if you thought it wasn't enough. There will be much more of her in the next chapter.
Anyone know what play Eponine is in? :D Give a guess in your review
Madi xo