AN: I am giving my follower and favoriter another chapter! Thanks to FalafalafaPancakes for following and RazMaster for favoriting! This made me so happy that I am updating again! Anyways, here is the next chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Les Miserables because I am not a genius.
Enjolras had made it to his class on time by a miracle. He came into his classroom with his hair disheveled and his favorite shirt with a tear on it from getting it caught in his car door. His Professor noticed his appearance and worried. Enjolras had never looked so upset before, not once in his entire time in College.
"Enjolras, may I speak with you for a moment?" The Professor asked.
Enjolras walked to the front of the room with a slight limp.
"Enjolras, what has happened to you? You look so upset."
"It is nothing of terrible importance Professor Tible. I just had a bit of a rough morning." Enjolras answered.
"I just want to make sure that you do not need to go see the campus nurse. You look so pale."
"I will be fine sir. No need to worry." Enjolras forced a smile and walked away.
His class was uneventful, he still had a terrible migraine from Grantaire's so called music, and he had tripped on a small pebble on his way to class, so he had found it hard to concentrate. His Professor was a kind man who knew every one of his students well, and had great taste in music. Enjolras still found it strange that he would worry about Enjolras' appearance.
Enjolras was now going to the little café that was about two blocks away from his college, where he met with his friends every day. He was usually the first one to be there, but today he was running late. The boys were having their daily gossip session when Enjolras walked in. He sat down next to Joly and pulled put his laptop.
"Hey, Enjolras. How has your day been?" Joly asked.
Enjolras didn't answer, he was sure that they could already tell from his appearance. This was not an unusual occurrence. Enjolras didn't much like to talk and gossip with the boys. They continued their conversation where they had left off, and Enjolras continued furiously typing up an essay on… he couldn't even remember what he was supposed to be writing about! He overheard something in the boys' conversation that was worth hearing though, and forgot all about it.
"…have you heard the news? Marius is in love!" Combeferre exclaimed, earning a glare from Enjolras.
"With who?!" Grantaire exclaimed.
"Eponine?" Joly whispered. He looked over to a dark corner of the café but quickly looked back.
"No… supposedly she is blonde." Combeferre sighed.
"Who exactly is Eponine?" Enjolras wondered.
"What do you mean?! She comes to every meeting!" Grantaire shouted.
"Hush Grantaire!" Joly snapped.
"Oh, Eponine!" Combeferre called over to the corner.
"Stop it!" Enjolras snapped.
"Oh, but you really must meet her! She is simply wonderful!" Courtfeyrac exclaimed.
Enjolras agreed to meet this Eponine character out of sheer curiosity. Grantaire had stumbled to the corner and Enjolras heard a great struggling. Then he heard shouting.
"Grantaire! Get off of me! I am in no mood for this!" The voice screeched.
Grantaire emerged from the corner dragging a struggling girl behind him. Something about her seemed familiar to Enjolras… like he had seen her before. It was in that moment that Eponine looked over to the table where the boys always sat at and noticed their "leader" of sorts looking at her. She remembered him from somewhere, but she just could not remember where.
"You know, Enjolras, Eponine has needed a place to stay. She is living with Musichetta right now, and Grantaire is moving in with his Grandfather, maybe she could have the spare room." Joly said amusedly.
"Joly!" Eponine snapped. "What are you saying?! I don't even know him!"
Enjolras stared at the girl. Then it hit him.
"You were in my apartment complex yesterday." He stated.
A look of realization dawned on her face. She sucked in a deep breath of air. She had bumped into him on the stairs.
"I still can't find my page!" She yelled at him.
"See Enjolras, she is a spitfire just like you! You two would get along perfectly!" Grantaire smiled.
"Plus, Enjolras, you know you cannot afford to live in that flat without a roommate. You might as well take one as pretty as Eponine." Grantaire smirked.
Eponine then slapped Grantaire across his face. He fumbled into another table and knocked it down. Enjolras laughed. It served him right. Although, Enjolras was going to need a new flat mate, but Eponine? Someone that he had only just met? He weighed his options. There were none. He refused to live with his parents again, and he needed help with rent…
"Pardon me, Mademoiselle. I would like to know if you actually would consider this offer. I mean, I understand if you wouldn't want to." Enjolras shifted in his seat uncomfortably.
Eponine scoffed at him.
"You wouldn't want me there, and I don't know you!"
"I am not at my flat half of the time… I am usually only there to study or sleep. I wouldn't be a bother to you." Enjolras reasoned. Now it was Eponine's turn to consider her options. She could either live with her parents, or continue to mooch off of Musichetta.
"Monsieur, would I be paying rent?" She asked wearily. She did not want to be someone's charity case.
"Well… I am a bit short of money at the moment and…" Eponine interrupted.
"Then I will do it!" She smiled.
AN: So what do you think? I forgot to tell you that I am basing this off of the movie version. So Enjolras Is Aaron Tveit, Samantha Barks is Eponine, and so on so forth. I see the views, and I understand if you do not like the story, but would you mind telling me why so I can fix it? Review/Favorite/Follow anyone? Thanks!
