Bonjour, I am obviously back with another chapter. I hope you guys like it. Maybe not, but I do. Anyways, enough psycho babble, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!

I only own Cree, my friend owns Lilac. Neither of us own Grantaire or Enjolras. Although we'd like to.

I soon learned the woman's name was Lilac, she was an old family friend whom I was to live with for a while. She brought me to her house, I don't really remember what it looked like, just that it was average size.

"Well, this is home." Lilac said simply.

"It's nice." I told her.

"Thanks." She threw my bag on the couch and then gracefully plopped onto it. "Have a seat."

"Thanks." I said as I sat down.

"So, where ya from, girlie? What's your story?" She asked as she put her feet on the table.

"America, but I travel." I answered.

"America!" She exclaimed. "That's quite a long ways to travel. Ain'tcha got any family ta worry 'bout?" She sure could ask a lot of questions.

"No," I answered, "they sent me here."

"For what?" She asked. Maybe she hadn't read the letter my parents sent.

"Arranged marriage." I explained to her.

"Oh gah! Man that sucks"

"Believe me, I know." I told her.

"Well, look on the bright side!" She laughed. "You can party with me until the wretched day!"

"I'm not much of a partier, believe it or not." My partying ended the first night on the first boat I was ever on.

"Eh, ya will be when I'm done with ya." She shrugged.

"I don't think that's very "proper" here." Not that I was proper or anything, I just wasn't a partier, or drinker.

"Exactly my point! Act like me and you're bound to get the wedding called off."

"Won't happen." I said.

"And why not? Who wants an "improper" fiancé?" More questions.

"His family wouldn't see it an neither would mine." I shrugged.

"True. Well, you could always have an affair. That seems to split couples up pretty quick." She suggested.

"I don't lie."

"What's there to lie about? The whole point is telling the truth! You give yourself to another man; tell your hubby, and BAM! You're a free woman." She explained.

"Except I'd have another man." I reminded her.

"So tell him he screws like a bitch." It was all I could do not to laugh at what she just said.

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's foolproof!" She told me.

"I haven't even met the man yet." I told her.

"Well, at least you have a backup plan in case he's total prick." She harrumphed back into her chair and put her hands behind her head. "I'm so smart."

"That's what you think." I smirked at her.

"Correction; that's what I know."

I rolled my eyes. "Sure." I had a sudden thought. "Maybe you know him, Monsieur Enjolras?" (A/N: There I fixed it :D But this story is more or less based on the musical (Mainly because I haven't read the novel. *Shame*) where the only name given is Enjolras. Weither or not that is his first or last name it is what she'll call him throughout the story.)

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