"I'm beginning to think, Monsieur, that you may have an obsession with me."

Enjolras froze. He stared at her, mouth agape, silent.

"Well, should I be worried?" The girl asked, arching an eyebrow and eyes glinting with amusement.

He felt his cheeks burning in embarrassment, he'd been found out. "I... I... I just... Sorry?" It came out as a question and Enjolras wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

The girl chuckled "Wow, so eloquent." She said to him, tone laced with sarcasm. He immediately straightened, ready to defend himself. "I'll have you know mademoiselle, that I am a very good orator. Thank you very much." He exclaimed whilst inwardly cursing himself for sounding like a petulant child. However, the mystery girl that was standing in front of him, smiled widely at him, revealing her deep set dimples, taking Enjolras' breath away. She was beautiful. "So. Are you going to tell me your name or what?" She questioned.

"Enjolras. I'm Enjolras." He croaked out disbelievingly.

"Just Enjolras?"

"Just Enjolras." He clarified.

"Well then, I'm just Éponine. Including the 'just'." Éponine teased. Enjolras allowed a small smile to appear on his lips, what was it about this girl that made him something other than his usual stoic self? Enjolras coughed, quickly getting rid of these thoughts. "It's not safe in the woods this time of night mademoiselle." He warned.

"Well apparently I'm only in danger from this bizarre creature that only seems to be nocturnal." She says.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. It has blonde curly hair and a piercing blue gaze. In fact, it inhabits the bushes around this very clearing." She finishes with a mock gasp, hand on her chest.

"You're not funny." Enjolras was now grinning at her, trying to hold back laughter.

"You're right, I'm not. I'm hilarious." Éponine stated, peering up at him proudly.


In those few hours after meeting each other 'properly', as Éponine put it, they felt as if they knew each other better than if they had known each other for years. It scared them. Éponine, a girl who trusts no one, a shadow of what she once was, found herself trusting this boy that she had only met hours ago and still trusting him even though he had faithfully come to watch her every day without introducing. How could she not see that as a tiny bit creepy? Then there was Enjolras, a boy who would much rather sit with a book instead of etalking with his friends, unless it was on the subject of politics, which was a subject he had a lot to say about. They were polar opposites in more ways than one.

They fell into easy conversation, talking about everything and nothing at the same time and this fascinated Enjolras, he had never felt so comfortable in someone's prescience before.

'How did you get here anyway?" Éponine questioned.

'Oh I came on my horse. How did you get here?" Enjolras replied.

"I walked. Where is your horse? Can I see him? She asked, curiosity lighting up her features.

Enjolras chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Do you not think it would be better in the daytime, that way we could go for ride?" Éponine smiled warmly at him. "I'd like that." But then she thought about it for a moment. "But I don't have a horse." Her face fell.

"What about the horse you were with the other night?"

"Sabinus? He only comes around the Red Sands at night when it's quiet and he's not actually my horse, he's wild, I just got him to trust me I guess."

"I could bring one of the other horses that are at my stables." Enjolras thought aloud.

"You'd do that?" She said disbelievingly.

"Honestly Éponine, it's not a problem. So, you coming or not?"

"Yes, oh my god yes, you're brilliant Enjolras!" She exclaimed, flinging her arms around his neck, clutching him tightly. Enjolras stiffened briefly, but quickly relaxed and returned her embrace. Her long hair was tickling his face because of the light breeze and he shivered. Enjolras committed this moment with this entrancing girl to memory, the softness of her hair, the smell of honey drifting from it, he didn't want it to end. All too soon Éponine pulled away, smiling widely at him. "When can we go?"

"How about Saturday?"

"That's ages away." She whined.

"Well?' He said whilst laughing at her.

"Ok, ok. It will have to do." She said, winking at him.

"Good." Enjolras replied, excitement beginning to shine through in his tone. "I'll meet you here at ten."

"Ten? Are you even human? Do you realise how early I'll have to wake up?" Éponine exclaimed, incredulous.

"It's not even that early."

"It is! Especially on a Saturday." She was looking up at him frowning, whilst he was smirking at her. "Fine, but I'm not promising I'll be in a good mood." Enjolras chuckled at this, which earned him a light smack on the arm, which only caused him to laugh more. "I'm going now, it'll take me a long time to mentally prepare myself for getting up early." She joked lightly.

'Should I wish you luck then?"

"You should be wishing yourself luck. You're the one that has to deal with this sorry mess on Saturday morning."


It was Friday evening and Enjolras was attempting to read a book in the Musain. Between his friends distracting him and thoughts of Éponine floating across his mind, he was not making much progress.

"Hey Enjolras! You seem distracted!" Graintaire shouted loudly in his face, black hair messily arranged on his head and the ever present beer bottle held tightly in his hand.

"And you seem drunk." Enjolras quipped.

"What's new? Is it a girl? Has the marble man fallen in love?"

"Leave him alone Grantaire, you don't want to make him moody." Shouted Combeferre from across the room. Combeferre was the level headed one of the group, seeming to be the best at planning ahead.

The truth is though Enjolras was being distracted by a girl, he was being distracted by Éponine. Ever since, she had agreed to go out on a ride with him, he had constantly been trying to think of the best place to go because, even though he would never admit it to her, he wanted to impress Éponine. Every time, he would come up short, he could not think of anywhere to go. He had been thinking about it for days. Still nothing. Enjolras sighed audibly and placed his head in his hands. He was going to have to ask Combeferre, who knew of many places that were full of wonderful scenery and beautiful landscapes because, just like Enjolras, he was a keen horse rider. So Enjolras sidled up to him quietly: "'Ferre where would be the best place to ride tomorrow?"

Combeferre looked at him suspiciously "The river probably, why?"

"I'm just curious." Enjolras replied, but failed to suppress the blush that was creeping up his cheeks, causing Combeferre to give him a knowing smile.

"Are you meeting someone tomorrow?"

"No!" Enjolras exclaimed too quickly "It's none of your business anyway."

"Whatever you say Enjolras." He paused "Perhaps you could bring her here sometime." Combeferre teased.

"Shut up."

Silence fell for a few moments.

"Is she pretty?"

Enjolras groaned in response, resting his head on the table to hide his impossibly red cheeks.


Note: Thanks so much to the people who reviewed the first chapter I'm glad you liked it. I'm gradually going introduce the Amis in this story because I really want to focus it on Enjolras and Éponine's relationship and I'm also skipping the whole Marius drama. Let me know how hat you think.

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