They all looked confused. This confusion was taken over by Enjolras' phone ringing again.

Reluctantly, he answered it.

"Hello Alex." He greeted his eldest brother.

The Amis watched as he explained what his parents didn't to him.

"She's here with me in Paris. She just got here... Um... She's sleeping?" Enjolras lied, throwing a glance at his unconscious sister. "I know you won't tell them. See you Alex."

He put the phone down.

"Before you explode into questions, Alex is our eldest brother and he was cut off years ago. I trust him. Anja hardly knows him. And no, I have no idea why my parents asked him." He said as Feuilly was about to ask something.

"Soooo... Montparnasse?" Bahoral asked, circling the topic back.

Enjolras looked at her again with sorrow in his eyes.

"Not my story to tell, sorry guys." He said apologetically. He knew it was a topic she'd rather forget.

On seeing how sensitive the topic was to them as siblings, he dropped the subject altogether.

Enjolras' phone beeped.

"You're popular for once!" Lesgles joked as he saw Enjolras' eyebrows frown at the texts he received.

"Its Adam and Aidan. They've been told too." He said.

"Do your parents have something for the letter 'A' or was it just coincidence?" Prouvaire pointed out.

"I dunno, why should I care?"

"Because, Enjolras," Combeferre began with his insights. "You four seemed to leave when you could, leaving her with no one but your parents. If you all left, then why leave Anja? It probably didn't make her feel wanted as a sister did it? I mean think if you were the youngest and a girl and had four older brothers. I know you all hate your parents, and if it seemed like no one cared then..."

"You'd run away." Grantaire finished.

They all pondered what Combeferre had just said. They never knew much about each others families, apart from Marius was on the verge of being cut off from his Grandfather, and Enjolras' parents were rich and both prosecution lawyers. Well, they were for a year before becoming politicians.

The silence was broken as Anja began to stir. Enjolras went to his sister's side instantly, looking down on her. The Amis kept their distance as she didn't know who they were.

"Ow," She moaned, shifting up on her elbows as everything came into focus, like the face of her older brother. "That is not a sight you want to see when you wake up."

Enjolras rolled his eyes at his sister. Why was she so infuriating?

"How many fingers am I holding up?" He asked.

"I'm not five, Enjolras, I can count." She snapped. "Four."

He held up two.

She stuck her tongue out at him. He pushed on her head so her elbows collapsed and she fell back down onto the sofa.

"You shouldn't do that, you know." Feuilly told him.

"Whatever." Enjolras said casually.

"She could have concussion."

"Hopefully." He said sarcastically.

"Hello, to you too bro." Anja said.

"Stop fussing Joly, she'll be fine." Enjolras said with his back turned as he got some ice from the fridge in the kitchen.

Anja guessed the boy he was talking to was the one who was taking her pulse on her left wrist. She kicked off her blue and orange converse that where ankle height. Joly dropped her wrist as Enjolras came back with some ice, and lifted up her feet and sat down beside her as she reclined on the sofa with her legs in his lap. He handed her the ice and she put it to the lovely lump forming on the side of her head.

"Don't get up just yet." Feuilly told her as she lay there. "The movement may make you pass out."

"Fun times." She nodded.

"I'm Feuilly, by the way. I share this house with your brother. And this is Combeferre, who you know, and Grantaire is that scary one with black hair." He pointed and she looked at him as he held a guilty look.

"Don't beat yourself up about it." She understood what the look was about. "Enjolras had done it plenty of times."

"Since when have I knocked you out?" He looked down on her.

"Where do I start?" She began to count on her fingers. "The time you let me on your bike and I flew over the handlebars. When you made me fall off the beam whilst I was practising for that gym competition. When you threw your door in my face, the time you-"

"Ok! Stop! I get the picture." He told her.

"And you scared the crap out of me for doing it! Hypocrite!" Grantaire yelled.

"He just never got caught when it happened. Bastard." She said.

He pinched her leg and she kicked him in the stomach.

"Why do you swear? Its not nice coming from a young girl." He told her.

"Its so I can express my emotions through to motion of speech without forming the long winded insults that you do so desire." She smirked at him.

"She has the power with words like you! Oh, this is too good!" Courfeyrac cheered. "I'm Courfeyrac by the way."

"Nice to meet you." She smiled at them. "Let me guess, Lesgles, Bahoral, Prouvaire, and, Marius."

She looked at each of them in turn.

"You've hacked my twitter again haven't you?" He raised and eyebrow.

"I prefer facebook... If only mum knew the things you say-"

"Shut it An!" He told her, preventing her from spilling his secrets. "I hate those cheerleaders."

"No wonder. Are the best chat up lines they know, only include the words 'hot', 'fit', 'smoking' or include, 'I wanna have your babies'?" She asked, a look of innocence upon her face.

He narrowed his eyes at her and she set the ice pack on the small coffee table. When she said she hacked his accounts, he thought she was joking. Obviously not.

He looked at his friends who were crying with laughter.

"Seriously?! Why can't I get a girl to like me? They all clearly have half a brain." Grantaire cried, wiping his eyes.

"Its because they have half a brain, that they don't." Enjolras retorted.

"Hey, what's this?"

Enjolras looked down to see Anja hide behind his iPhone.

"How did you-... I'm done asking anymore." He said, taking it from her and reading the vacancy for a Lifeguard at the university that was posted on the website.

"Oh, they're looking for a new Lifeguard at the pool linked with the uni. The other one quit because she couldn't handle this kid who loves to swim, but claims he's drowning all the time." He told her. Opportunity leaped into her mischievous eyes.

"No... No." He said, shaking his head.

Her smile grew wider.

"No, Anja. You are not working there." He told her again.

"Try and stop me." She smirked.

"Woah, before you go all hulk on us again Apollo, chill." Marius said calmly.

"Apollo?" Anja asked, sliding her legs off Enjolras' lap and leaning forwards as Marius whispered.

"Its his nickname, we gave it to him."

"Its winds him up quicker if you use his first name." She turned to see her brothers face and winked at him.

"You know what?" Grantaire said as they all moved closer. I don't think he ever told us his real name."

"And I don't intend to either. Its ridiculous, so don't you even go there Anja." He said, standing up and walking to the kitchen.

"Do you know theirs?" Anja asked him. She knew they all went by their last names, except Marius and Grantaire.

"Yes." He said.

"Then its only fair we know yours too." Prouvaire exclaimed. "You're never going to tell us."

"He doesn't have to, I can." Anja said. "Its A-"

"That's enough from you." Enjolras said, grabbing her arm and pulling her up the stairs.

"So not fair play mate." Combeferre told him as Enjolras wrestled her up the stairs, with a hand over her mouth.

"I need to talk to her." Enjolras called down. "Yuck, Anja! Did you just lick me?"

The Amis sniggered and hoped that she'd stick around. Whilst she was here, the great Apollo was normal.

One Amis in particular saw something in her that the other could not. Looked at her in a different light. She wasn't like anyone he had met before, and wanted to know more about the youngest Enjolras

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