A/N: Hey, guys! So I have a snow day today and I just got a new computer. (It's a new iMac named Sydney Carton actually) To celebrate, I decided to write a new chapter of AAE!

And not only is this a new chapter, but it's an EXTRA SUPER SPECIAL AWESOME MEGA CHAPTER! WITH THREE QUESTIONS!! -le gasp!-

Kinda... I basically combined all of Ladyoflalaland's questions into one, but, hey, it's the same thing. Yeah..

And sorry for not updating in forever. I'm in this crazy hippie play of doom aka 'Hair: the American Tribal Love-Rock Musical.' It's... interesting at that. But more of 'Hair' later. 'cause it's chappie time! ^^


Dear Enjolras,

Okay, so I have a few questions...

Why are you so cold/distant all the time? And what happened to make you so intense about the revolution? What is your most embarrassing secret? I know that you'll tell it to me... And... say I had this...time machine... and I somehow went into Les Miserables, kidnapped you, and forced you to marry me... what would you do? (hypothetically speaking, of course... I would NEVER EVER think of doing something like that... even in my imagination... I think... :D)

Love your numba 1 devoted fan,

Ladyoflalaland

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Okay, wow. That's a lot of questions, Ladyoflalaland...

First of all: I am not cold and distant. You are just mean and prejudiced. Ha.

Second: The revolution is really really important, even more important than brownies. Really.

Third: My most embarrassing secret is... well you'll find out if you keep reading... :D

Fourth: (wow) I think I would go all Lizzie Borden on your a*s. That is most def a big possibility... But if you make brownies, who knows what will happen...? ^^

Hmm... I'm trying to think of a story from years past that can relate to this... This is hard, so hold up.

OH! I got it! How could I ever forget that really short-lived meeting in which Grantaire, Roger Davis, and these two strange girls all proposed to me! No joke, guys. No f-in joke.


A LA BEAU CAFÉ DE MUSAIN FUNTIMES!

"Okay, guys, this has gone on long enough. We've got barely anything done, and the revolution is set to take action in a little over a month. I understand that finals are around that same time, but seriously, what's more important than a free country?" I growled as I kept banging my fist on a table.

"Medical finals," Joly frowned. And sneezed.

"I second that," Combeferre nodded.

"GUYS! Come on! We can't call ourselves 'Friends of the Undercrust' if we don't do anything to help the crusty under everything!" Marius said in a rare fit of passion.

"What the hell, Mar?" Courfeyrac tilted his head to the side in an inquisitive fashion.

"Yes, Marius, would you like to share something with the rest of the class," I asked as I was actually prepared to listen to him.

"Vive Napoleon," he then proceeded to shrink into his chair and cry.

Win!

"Hey, Enj, I gotta question for ya," Grantiare hiccupped.

Oh, great... "What is it, winecask?" I rolled my eyes.

He then put his bottle down, a big feat if I may say, and dropped down to one knee whilst holding out a ring that was formerly under the cap to one of his whiskey bottles.

"Enjolras, will you marry me?"

"Uh... Grantiare, you okay?" Courfeyrac looked at him creepily.

"What the f, David Blaine?!" screeched Jehan.

It was just then when a strange zapping noise thought of coming out of the abyss, and with it came a young man and two teenage girls.

Oh, great... again...

"ZOMFGBBQ IT'S ENJOLRAS!" yelled one girl.

"IN THE FLESH!" yelled the other.

(* Here I would put Ha ha ha," laughed the Wickersham Brothers except only, like, 2 people would get it... D: *)

"WE'RE GOING TO MARRY HIM!" they yelled together.

The man looked at the two girls like they were Rene Auberjonois in his most creepiest state and knelt on a table with his guitar.

"MIMIIIIII!" he screamed. And then he played something on his guitar Jehan would later tell us was from Puccini's La Bohème.

The man that got off the table and knelt before me and took my hand.

"Mimi." he smiled, "will you marry me?"

"QU'EST-CE QUE C'EST QUE CA?" I hollered, snatching my hand back, "IF ONE MORE PERSON F-WORD-IN PROPOSES TO ME TONIGHT, I'LL--" then I motioned to Courfeyrac.

"He will cut you," nodded Courfeyrac Qui Qui.

The man with the guitar stepped back, "Wait... you're not Meemz, what the h-word just happened?"

"Hoo boy," Feuilly sighed like that one time when he was waiting for the Great Menorah.

Combeferre took out a piece of paper that must've appeared out f that same abyss that brought the two girls and one man over here and began to start a tally, "So that's one from Grantaire... One... or two?... No, one from those two girls over there... And one from the guy wit the guitar who really didn't mean to..."

"Is that the proposal tally?" Bahorel laughed.

"Yup yup!" grinned 'Ferre. i must later to Courfeyrac Qui Qui to cut him.

"Okay, listen up, I'm Roger... Davis, mmk? I am not 'that guy with the guitar!' And, I'm totes sorry, man," he gestured to me, "I really don't want to marry you. Hate to burst your bubble, Tallyman," He snickered at 'Ferre.

"Come. Mr Tallyman, tally me banana--" Lesgles began

"Daylight come and me wan' go ho-ome...!" Joly and Feuilly finished.

"What the hell 'zat?" I asked.

"Um... just a super secret song we're writing that you're not allowed to know about..." the three of them looked at each other suspiciously.

"Well, now that Roger Guitar is out of the way, my offer is still open, Enj!" Grantaire smiled, giving off the air of whiskey and leaned towards my face.

"Do it! Do it!" the rest of the Amis cheered.

"R, no. No no no. I swear to the Lordy Lou that if you kiss me I'll--"

And then he kissed me. For two whole disgusting minutes. And good ol' Lesgles held us together so I couldn't break free.

When the horrid act was over, I went behind the bar and got a glass of water so that I could breathe again without dying.

"Courfeyrac Qui Qui, why the f-word didn't you cut him?" I growled.

"Dude, that was so frikkin hilarious, I couldn't help but--"

"TAIS TOI! We're all here to make plans for a revolution three-fourths of us don't want to do because their either studying for finals or not caring. And I have had three--four--people propose to me tonight and then I had to f-word-in kiss f-word-in GRANTAIRE AND NO ONE F-WORD-IN STOPPED HIM!" I went over to the corner to pout.

"Oooh! How embarrassing!" Jehan squealed, walking over to me.

"Geez, guys... Now if someone doesn't either tell R and those girls to withdraw their marriage proposals and/or present me with brownies in the next minutes, I swear to you that heads will roll," I sternly said, giving each of them an extra-special death glare.

"Oh, wouldn't Robespierre be proud..." Combeferre snickered.

"Guys, I'm super cereal!" I then wielded an axe I found in the back-room and pointed it towards Girl #1. Lizzie Borden has nothing on me right now.

"'kay, Enj, calm down..." Bahored said seriously (or should I say super cereal-y?), even though I could totally tell he was trying really hard to suppress a giggle.

So during the next minute, the two girls crawled back into the abyss, Grantaire was dragged home by Courfeyrac, and Lesgles and Joly went into the kitchen to make brownies. Life was good once more.


BACK TO THE LETTER!!

Okay, Ladyoflalaland, there you have it,

My most embarrassing moment, the Amis hatin' on the Revolution, and me saying no to your proposal via the two girls, once of which might have been you, mais je ne sais pas... All right-y then...

Till next time,

Enjolras