A/N: Hey guys! Thank you all for the lovely reviews. I would also like to greet all the new followers and say thanks for reading! So, just a fair warning, summer musical is staring to get even crazier. Set building starts Wednesday so the musical will be taking up most of my time. So I'm super sorry if I won't be able to update as often as I would like, but I will try and do it as often as I can. Ugh, I feel as if I sold my soul to these people.
Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this chapter, because I really like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Les Miserables. I also don't own a rocket ship to get to Pigfarts.
So, I finally figured out how to do line breaks guys. I think this calls for a dance party. *Cue music*
Musichetta was never one to meddle in other people's lives- who the heck was she kidding, of course she was! Which was why she asked Cosette to help her get Enjolras and Eponine together by the end of the week. Well, there was also the reason of seeing Bahorel's pride crushed and 20 bucks. She, of course, would split it with Cosette if they did end up getting Enjolras and Eponine together by the end of the week. She was also in cahoots with Courfeyrac who overheard the conversation and just wanted those two to make out as soon as possible. The rest of the Amis knew nothing of their plan, but when it happened, they would thank them anyways.
So this was why Cosette, Musichetta, and Courfeyrac were seated in the Cafe Musain wearing black hoodies covering their heads and sunglasses. Even inside the restaurant.
"Don't you think wearing the black hoodie and sunglasses is a bit over dramatic, 'Chetta?" Cosette asked.
Musichetta rolled her eyes. "No, it's not. We can't have people knowing what's going on."
"You know we can't see you roll your eyebrows, right?" Courfeyrac chuckled.
Musichetta whipped her head around to glare at him.
"Or see you glaring." Cosette laughed.
"Anyways," Musichetta interrupted, "So what are we going to do about this lack of Eponine and Enjolras feels."
Cosette shrugged, "This was your idea."
Courfeyrac nodded his head in agreement.
Musichetta groaned and laid her head on the table, "This is not going how I wanted it to. I have nothing either."
All three of them groaned and sat in silence, brainstorming until Courfeyrac piped up, "We should call Jehan! He's probably had ideas for ages about getting them two together."
Cosette giggled, "You've been thinking about him a lot, haven't you?"
He turned red a bit, looked down, and mumbled, "Shut up, Cosette."
"Well, we can figure out that part of our group's love life after Jehan gets here to give Eponine and Enjolras their happily ever after." Musichetta demanded. They both just gave her weird looks which you could actually see, because they thought keeping the sunglasses on was insane. "Chop chop."
Within the next ten minutes Jehan strolled through the door of the Musain wearing a similar attire to the trio, except his shoelaces were bright purple and floral.
He quickly shuffled over to them asking, "Are the hoodie and sunglasses really necessary?"
"Yes, gosh darnit! This is my operation, I'll tell you guys to wear what I want you to wear and you will do it! Stop questioning me, dammit!" Musichetta exasperated.
Jehan put his hands up in surrender, "Sorry for asking..."
"You should be." Musichetta huffed. "Anyways, any ideas for Operation Patria?"
"Operation Patria?" Cosette questioned.
"Oh! I get it!" Courfeyrac exclaimed.
"Care to share?" Jehan asked.
"Well," Musichetta started, "This one time during a meeting, everyone was talking about their girlfriends and such and Grantaire was all, 'Who's your mistress, Apollo?' And he replied, 'Patria is my only mistress.' And listen to this, so you know how Les Amis are a group for the less fortunate and the struggles of everyday life in the country. Well, Eponine is Patria because she basically personifies everything that is Patria in Enjolras's mind! She lived on the streets, she fought for everything she has today, and she escaped the darkness of her past. Do you feel where I'm coming from? She is Patria guys."
Cosette and Courfeyrac had their mouths hanging open and Jehan was looking into the distance dreamily.
"That was so beautiful, 'Chetta!" Jehan squealed.
The other two mock clapped in appreciation
"I had no idea you could be so deep." Courfeyrac commented.
"I don't make a habit of it." Musichetta replied.
Cosette rolled her eyes and said, "So, Jehan, the real reason you are here isn't to fangirl and ship them, but so we can figure out a way to get them together."
Jehan grinned, tapped his fingers together and said, "I may have a few ideas..."
Eponine woke up to the sunlight prying her sleeping eyelids open. She squinted as the light danced off the sheets that she didn't recognize as her own. She really hated waking up in places she didn't know. It happened much too often for her liking.
But as she looked around, she saw things that didn't scream "dangerous," and it made her relax a bit. The red sheets and comforter were soft and clean under her fingertips, the walls were clear of anything, the white bookshelf held some of her favorite books and the desk was neatly in order, lacking trash and unnecessary items except for stacks of paper and a place for writing utensils. Then she realized why the room looked so familiar: It was Enjolras's room. She had only been in there a few times because he really didn't like other people in there without his permission. She was curious how she ended up in there. She was sure she had fallen asleep on the couch.
Eponine scratched her head and got up anyways, because the smell of coffee had wafted into her room and she was not denying herself the simple pleasure of the heavenly liquid.
She slowly swept into the kitchen, the smell dragging her towards it. She saw Enjolras and Combeferre already there, sipping their own mugs.
"Morning, Ep." Combeferre greeted her with a smile.
Enjolras whipped his head around at the mention of her name and smiled at her disheveled appearance.
"Want some coffee?" He offered.
Eponine nodded eagerly, "Of course."
He smiled and poured her a cup as she sat down next to Combeferre.
Enjolras handed her the steaming mug and sat down at the table with his two friends.
She took a sip of the coffee and sighed, letting the warm liquid wake her up a bit. "Thanks for letting me sleep in you room." She said to Enjolras.
"No problem." He dismissed with a wave of his hand.
"Just out of curiosity, how did I get there? I distinctly remember falling asleep on the couch."
Enjolras turned a bit red as she cocked an eyebrow.
Combeferre saw the exchanged and smiled before answering for him, "He carried you."
"Oh did he now?" She replied with a smirk. This just made him hide behind his coffee mug.
"Chillax, I tease." She laughed.
Eponine quickly finished her coffee and placed her mug in the sink all while saying, "Cosette just texted me saying she's here to get me." She turned to the guys still sitting at the table, "But I will see you guys later at the bar across the street from the Musain."
She turned and hurried out the door. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Combeferre turned to Enjolras and raised an eyebrow.
Enjolras reddened a bit before saying, "Shut up." And walking to his bedroom.
"So the Marble Man does have feelings!" Combeferre called after him to be answered with the slamming of a bedroom door.
The Paris day soon grew into night. The street lamps turned on as the sun fell out of the sky. The cool breeze swept through the streets of Paris carrying the autumn leaves on its back and Les Amis sat around a large circular booth in the Corinth, a small karaoke bar.
The bar lay behind them, and the stage were in front of them in the back of the bar. The bar held warm hues of brown and green, and the friends enjoyed the atmosphere as they chatted about the most trivial things to keep the reminder that this relaxation will not come so often in the near future.
"Okay, okay," Courfeyrac started, "Tonight, we can't leave before we see Grantaire do a drunk rendition of 'Call Me Maybe' with Bahorel."
Cosette threw her head back and laughed when she got a look from Jehan. She inconspicuously smiled at him and said, "Hey, I have an idea! How about the person who just finished on stage gets to choose the next people that sing and the song!"
Musichetta clapped her hands and said, "Yes! I like that idea!"
Courfeyrac shrugged and commented, "I dig it."
Eponine smiled, "I'm up for it."
Bahorel was chosen first to sing "Party in the U.S.A."
"Are you guys serious?" He cried, "Miley Cyrus?!"
Everyone just laughed as he walked onto the stage with a very annoyed look on his face. They all died when he started dancing and doing hand motions with the song. Feuilly doubled over in laughter as he moved his arms up and down like a bird as he sang off-key, "the butterflies fly away."
Joly cringed as he held the microphone from his face as far as possible.
"You want me to sing what?!" Grantiare spewed his beer all over the table after hearing Eponine's smug request of a One Direction song.
"No, I'm not going to do it. There's no way." He shook his head.
"Please, R." Eponine whined, pulling her puppy dog face.
He closed his eyes and covered his face with his hands, 'That's not going to work on me this time, Eponine."
"But, Grantaire." She begged.
He lifted one finger and opened one of his eyes to see her bottom lip stuck out and her brown eyes wide. He narrowed his eyes and ground out, "Fine." And stalked towards the stage.
Jehan and Courfeyrac climbed onto the stage for their horribly awesome version of "We are Never Ever Getting Back Together." They both groaned at the song choice, but both a little red, complied with the request and made it as overdramatic as possible. They saw Grantaire spit out some of his drink in laughter at Courfeyrac's high imitation of a woman's voice when he held his hand to his ear and said, "So he calls me up and he's like 'I still love you.'"
After their song, Jehan and Courfeyrac bounded down the stairs and to their table. They spared a quick knowing glance with each other as well as Cosette and Musichetta before sitting down and announcing, "We choose Eponine and Enjolras to sing 'As Long as You're Mine' from Wicked."
Eponine's eyes widened and her eyebrows jumped up her forehead as Enjolras stiffened and sat up straight, "What?!" They both exclaimed at the same time.
Courfeyrac smirked, "You heard us."
As they both awkwardly climbed the stage, grumbling, Courfeyrac and Cosette discreetly fist-bumped under the table.
Enjolras cursed him friends as he and Eponine made their way up on stage.
Eponine turned to him and said, "Well, I really love this song, so can we do this justice and wow all of them when they're expecting us to do really awfully?"
He looked at the hopeful smile on her face and nodded, "Sure. Don't tell them this, but I really love Wicked. They'll never let me live down my love for musicals if you tell them."
Eponine threw her head back and laughed. She nodded as the music started. With one last look at Enjolras she gripped the microphone and began to sing,
"Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight"
Eponine saw her friends cheering out of the corner of her eye. She looked back at Enjolras as she began the next part.
"My wildest dreamings
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me."
She grabbed his hand and heard cat calls coming from the general direction of her friends. Enjolras gave her a small smile and squeezed her hand as she belted,
"And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
I've crossed some borderline
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine."
Enjolras felt his pulse racing with Eponine's hand in his. She smiled up at him as he began to sing,
"Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyes."
He could faintly hear someone cheering for him but he wasn't paying attention. He eyes were solely on Eponine's warm ones as he caressed her face, singing,
"Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's 'up' that I fell"
Eponine couldn't hear the cat calls and the cheers from her friends any more. She was fully entranced by Enjolras. She had no idea he could sing like that. She reached up and held his hand in hers as they both sang,
"Every moment
As long as you're mine
I wake up my body
And make up for lost time"
Enjolras pulled her closer to him and sang softly,
"Say there's no future
For us as a pair"
Eponine took a deep breath and they both belted the beautiful harmonies
"And though I may know
I don't care
Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine."
Enjolras took her hand and twirled her. She smiled at him and they sang,
"Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here
Holding you
As long as you're mine"
Eponine took as step closer to him as he took one closer to her until they were chest to chest, their hands in each others. The music slowed down and their heavy breathing began to slow down with the music.
"What is it?" Enjolras asked.
Eponine's smile grew wide as she replied, "It's just... For the first time... I feel... Wicked."
Suddenly, the microphone in Enjolras's hand fell to the floor and his arms were wrapped around Eponine's small waist. Eponine's pulse raced as hers was discarded as well and her fingers found themselves in Enjolras's soft, golden curls. They both stared at each other, eyes wide, until Enjolras's lips crashed down onto hers, her eyes flying shut as her lips moved against his.
Courfeyrac, Cosette and Jehan all high-fived as Bahorel grumbled and slipped Musichetta a twenty.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I know that chapter was long but I hope it was worth the read! Also, thanks so weeeell for helping with the idea of a karaoke bar!
Anywhooooo, I would love to hear what you thought of this chapter and my story in general. It really does make my day. If you have any ideas I would really love to hear them!
