-Enjolras-

I wonder where Grantaire is. We share a house so he should be back. We share a house to save money, but admittedly, we have more money than we need, although having extra money isn't really a bad thing, university fees are getting more expensive. I hate to admit it, but I miss the drunk. He's good to talk to, even when he's drunk. I figured he would be recovering from a hangover in his room, but he's not around.

He's good to talk to when he's drunk because he can't remember any of it when he's sober and I really don't want the world knowing some of the things that I say, my secrets. Everyone has secrets no matter how big or small. But everyone has that one big secret that they wouldn't even tell a drunk, or even a baby.

Mine, for example, my father is a murderer who escaped from prison two years ago after he was sentenced to death. He came to my house to stay, he stayed here for a month, but then it wasn't safe to stay any longer. There was that inspector Javert who was always snooping around, especially to any members of the friends of the ABC.

As the leader of friends of the ABC he stalked me often, in disguises. He seems like a smart man, but he doesn't know that I would recognize him anywhere.

I pride myself on knowing my enemies, Javert being one of the major threats. I watch what I say or do very carefully when he's around, one slip and it's over.

Just imagine, you're walking on a very old bridge that's over a volcano, the bridge could fall at any minute. You would fall into the volcano at one false step. With Javert, one wrong word and I'm sent to prison, maybe everyone in the friends of the ABC. You can never be too careful.

I honestly have no idea where my father is now, but I know that he's alive. Murderer or not, he's my father and it was self-defence. The first killing was when a man came to him with a knife, he flipped the man, grabbed the knife and slit his throat, I saw it. I was only eight.

The other murders were when the police were trying to arrest him, he said he wanted to protect me, said I would die if he went to jail, said I would be sent to live on the streets and I would die there.

He was eventually captured after three years on the run. He escaped prison after nine years and came to find me, I was better off without him, he realised that and left, leaving me a note explaining everything. I haven't seen him in two years now.

If that man didn't randomly attack him, none of this would have happened, why did he have to choose my dad? He may not have been the best father but he was better than my mother, I haven't seen her in five years. I used to visit her house often but we never really cared for each other, I was angry at her because she abandoned me and father when I was only six.

Father was wrong, I survived without him, mother sent me money. I don't know if I could have survived without her though.

I've told my friends that father is alive and lives with mother, she remarried.

-Azelma-

"Eponine? Eponine!" I shout, trying to get her out of bed.

"What Zelma?" she asks, sounding tired.

"You've been asleep for ages, its afternoon."

"So? Papa doesn't want me does he?" she asks nervously.

"No!" I answer quickly. "We were going to talk to Grantaire."

Eponine smiles, she does that smile when she figures something out.

"And why do you care so much?" she smirks.

"I just wanted to know why, you know..." I answer quietly.

"Hm…" she says, looking like she's trying not to laugh. "Why can't you like a guy who's your age?"

"Huh?" I stutter.

"Don't pretend Zelma, let's go talk to him quickly then."

How does she find out everything? I'm not that obvious am I?

She walks out of our room, going to the room where he's staying, I run out of our room following her.

"Wait up 'Ponine!"

-Grantaire-

There's a loud knock on my door, waking me up. For an inn so expensive it's not very good service. I decide to ignore it, but they're not very patient and eventually they open the door themselves. It's the Thenardier's daughters, Eponine and Azelma, I do need to talk to Eponine about Enjolras, I promised I would help him. But I'm so tired...

"Go away," I throw a pillow at them and dive beneath the covers.

"That's rude." Says Azelma.

"Why thank you, I try," I smirk, I don't need sass from a little kid.

"Azelma wanted to talk to you," Eponine explains with a smirk. Azelma gives a mad, bright red blush.

"You don't need to hide that you want to talk to me," I say with a grin at Eponine.

"You wish, Grantaire," Eponine smirks.

"I need to ask you something," Azelma states, looking nervously between the two of us.

"Have fun you two," Eponine grins as she leaves the room.

I really don't want to talk to her.

"So you wanted some of this?" I ask, pointing at myself.

"No," she says quietly, sounding like a tiny little chipmunk. Her blush turns an even deeper red.

"So...What?"

"I just… um... wanted to know why you bought a week to stay here, you have a house."

I resist the urge to punch her square in the face.

"I have to talk to Eponine."

"Oh," she says quietly, she doesn't question me further asking things like "But why did you have to buy a room here for a week?" or "why do you need to talk to her?

"Do you want me to get her?" she asks.

"Yeah, thanks." She hurries off to get Eponine.

"What?" Eponine snaps.

"I just needed to talk to you, sweetheart."

"I don't have any business talking to drunks."

"Okay, I won't be drunk." I state.

She doesn't say anything but the confused look on her face tells all.

"I have a friend.." I start.

"You finally made a friend, I'm so happy for you," she interrupts.

"That's not very nice." I say, putting on an overly dramatic pout.

"Why thank you, I try," she says, mocking my earlier words.

"I really need to talk to you Eponine," I say, I should get this over with.

"I'm listening," she says, sitting on my bed.

I promised Enjolras that I would try to get them together. I promised him, I can't back down now. She's perfect for Enjolras, I think. Despite how much I love my Apollo, I want him to be happy.

"You know Enjolras right?" I ask.

"The one with the speeches," she confirms.

"Yeah, well he was wondering if you wanted to meet with him sometime." God I suck at this. Next time I'll repeat word for word what Enjolras says, maybe I shouldn't have gotten drunk when he told me that, I can't remember a word of it.

"He was?" she doesn't seem to believe me.

"Yes," I reply "I don't know what for, but you could find out," I lie.

"Okay," she replies, "oh and don't go near my parents unless you want to lose everything you have with you." And she leaves the room.

"No Grantaire, she belongs with Enjolras, Enjolras will never love you," I tell myself.

Sorry, there will be more action in the next chapters, the first two were mainly introductions, hope you like it though :P