Jehan was awoken by somebody incessantly calling him. It was three in the morning and, after the tenth call, he grabbed the phone, refraining from swearing when he saw Courfeyrac's name at the screen.
"Is everything okay Courf? It's three in the morning..." he said worriedly and a bit exhausted.
"Hello Jehan...I'm Enjolras, Courf's brother," Enjolras said, feeling completely stupid for calling at that hour.
"Enjolras! IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH COURF? I SAW HIM LEAVE THE PARTY WITH THAT REDHEAD...TOLD HIM TO WAIT FOR ME TO TAKE HIM HOME!" he said, "WAIT, I'LL PUT ON MY SHOES AND I'LL GO WHERE YOU ARE."
"Everything's fine Jehan. Courf arrived safely and he's snoring," Enjolras said.
"Oh...what's the matter, then?" he asked uninterested.
"Are you friends with Éponine Pontmercy?" Enjolras asked directly.
"Are you seriously calling me to know that?" Jehan asked irritated, making Enjolras feel very embarrassed.
"I'm sorry...Courf also asked me to tell you he loves you." It was Jehan's time to blush.
"Umm...yes, 'Ponine's one of my best friends. I know your families have certain differences...but, may I know why's this relevant at this hour? Are you finally going to give her the notebook?" he asked.
"She already has it...I want you to give me a way of contacting her...she told me for iMessage specifically," he said.
"Why do you want to contact her?" Jehan asked.
"I want to talk to her," he answered curtly.
"I'll text Courf with her contact information right now...byee," Jehan said.
"Have a good night Jehan," Enjolras said.
"Doubt it," he answered before hanging.
That's the weirdest call I've ever had, Enjolras thought as he waited for the text.
Soon, Jehan sent him her phone number and email address along with a little message: "Tell Courf I love him too."
Enjolras rolled his eyes and put Courfeyrac's phone away. He texted her immediately.
Guess who am I?
He received a response a few minutes later.
That was quick...What? Are you a professional stalker or something? -É
I know right? The things is, when you said so, it sounded like a challenge and I never give up when it comes to a challenge. -E
It was. And good to know because I never give up either -É
What are you doing? -E
What kind of question's that? Do you know what time is it? -É
It's only 8:00 pm in most of Latin America -E
That's not funny -É
It is for me -E
Okay intellectual guy, normal people sleep at this hour -É
Who told you that you're normal? -E
...I don't know...good point - É
You see? And besides, I know that you're probably sketching or something -E
I'm sketching - É
And you'll show me? -E
I don't have to...and I'm free to do what I want -É
We'll have a philosophical argument on freedom some other day -E
Sure, now I'll go to sleep...Tomorrow I'll have to search for a costume - É
Costume? -E
Tell you later, goodnight -É
Goodnight -E
For the first time in his lifetime, Enjolras spent a whole hour sprawled on his bed, staring at his phone just as he saw Courfeyrac, Joly and sometimes even Combeferre do. When Éponine went to sleep, he reread the conversation twice. He thought about her for a while before going to sleep too.
A few days later, after hundreds of messages and two failed escapades to help Marius and Cosette have a "date", Éponine and Enjolras' gazes found each other at Le Café Musain. They both nodded in acknowledgment but didn't say a word or even tried to seat together. In their chats, they were good friends, they joked and talked about serious things at the same time. Enjolras would tell her she was the cause of his lack of concentration and Éponine would joke saying she felt offended.
She sat down, asked for a cup of coffee, opened her sketching notebook until something buzzed in her pocket.
I just remembered, did you find your costume? -E
Éponine covertly smiled at him and answered immediately.
Luckily, I did not -É
What was it for? -E
It is for a party -É
Éponine was about to answer when she was startled by Grantaire seating in front of her. She had been too distracted texting Enjolras to realize somebody entered to the café.
"Who are you texting 'Ponine?" he said with a grin.
"Grantaire! You're not drunk today!" she answered jokingly.
"Oh...I'll be in a few hours. But before I had to discuss an important issue with you," he said turning serious.
"What is it?" she said rolling her eyes.
"Your party's this weekend and you still don't have a costume," he said, receiving a low growl in response.
"That's why Jehan, Feuilly and I did a list of possible costumes you could get," he said taking out a folded piece of paper from his pocket.
Éponine folded her arms and looked at him questioningly.
"First: Stripper," he said.
"No. fucking. way," she answered furrowing her brow.
"Sorry...sorry, that was a joke!" he answered with a smile.
"Really, number one: Frida Kahlo. I believe you'll like to freak people out with a huge and incredibly fake unibrow or something. Besides, you like all of her colors..." he said and Éponine smiled.
"Continue," she said.
"Greek goddess...because we really would love to see you covered in a simply white cloth," he said with a wink, winning a smack from her.
"No really, try Athena or Aphrodite, you'll like quite pretty," he said sincerely, making her blush and look away.
"And what about a bride? We know you we won't see you in a white dress...that'll be stunning!" he said, "specially if you dress as a dead bride or something like that, it would definitely make Montparnasse quite annoyed."
"Not really, he'll annoy me even more," she answered with a shrug.
"Let's see...I was thinking about Christine Daae or maybe The Phantom, that would be great too..." he said and Éponine smiled.
"You're great 'Taire!"
Enjolras was watching the conversation from a distance, not knowing or caring what it was about. He was just seeing that this guy came from nowhere and made Éponine -his Éponine- smile, blush and look away as if he was flirting with her. He couldn't stop feeling jealousy.
Come one Enjolras, she's not yours, not your girlfriend just a friend! Why would you feel jealous...she can do whatever she wants with her life. Then why are you feeling this way? Why do you talk every day...before and after class? Why do you joke all the time...come on Enjolras it's been less than a week!
He stood up, not knowing what he was going to say or do, and walked towards Éponine and her companion, grabbing a chair and seating in front of them, eyes cold and arms folded in his chest. Éponine looked at him wide-eyed and Grantaire furrowed his eyebrows.
"Hello, Éponine," Enjolras began.
This time, people at the café didn't mind them too much but Musichetta looked at them from the corner of her eye, paying attention to their every move.
"Hello Enjolras," she answered.
"What do you want, Valjean?" Grantaire said a little bit too rudely.
"Grantaire, he's a friend, don't be hard on him," she whispered.
"How come he's a friend? He's a Valjean! You're not supposed to cross a word with him!" he said in surprise.
"But we are friends. You've got a problem?" Enjolras answered.
"I've got no problem at all," Grantaire said, laughing at his face.
"Enjolras, I don't want to sound rude but really...what are you doing here, where everyone can see us?" she asked.
"You told me you were going to introduce me to your...friends. For the group, remember?" he said as naturally as possible.
"Oh...right. Grantaire, this is Enjolras. Enjolras, this is Grantaire. Enjolras, Grantaire and I met at art school, he's an hedonist, loves philosophy and apparently is searching for a cause to live for. Grantaire, Enjolras wants a group of revolutionary people to help him change France. Alright, my task is over," she said looking at Enjolras severely.
Grantaire and Enjolras shook hands and spent the next half an hour talking about the state of France's government. The talk consisted mainly of Enjolras talking, Grantaire cracking a few nonsensical jokes and Éponine, who continued her sketch, contributing with a few comments. Suddenly, Grantaire stood up.
"I'm sorry, I have to get drunk. Nice to meet you, Enjolras. And you Éponine, now that I know that you're a good girl gone bad, I'll be watching you," he said with a wink. Éponine rolled her eyes again and continued sketching.
After he was gone, Enjolras felt ridiculous. He had been jealous over a friend of hers. He had been jealous without them being anything else than just friends. He sighed and stood up when she didn't say anything else.
"Wait a minute Enjolras," she said with her eyes glued to her sketch. He looked at her without saying anything.
"What was that about?" she asked. Enjolras could see himself blushing.
"Nothing," he said looking away.
Éponine looked up from what she was doing, scrutinizing him, almost glaring.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Yes. Sure," he answered, "I have to study for an exam. Good to see you."
With that, he left the café, having a strange, bittersweet feeling inside. Enjolras was definitely confused.
"What was all that about?" Musichetta asked Éponine as soon as Enjolras left the café.
"That's what I'm asking myself 'Chetta," Éponine answered.
"So...really, you're having troubles with a girl?" Courfeyrac asked between laughter.
"I'm not! I was simply asking!" Enjolras said from his bed.
"Yet, you asked so worried and...almost pained," Combeferre said.
"You're not helping brother!" Enjolras growled standing up.
They hadn't talked for the rest of the day and Enjolras was, for some reason, worrying. He knew that he had acted very foolishly and he wasn't capable of talking to her first and he knew that, if she was upset or something, she wasn't talking to him either.
"Since Enjy here doesn't want to talk about his girl...let's talk about something else then. Today I saw the pony girl at Le Café Musain and she smiled at me for some reason. Any of you know why?" Courfeyrac said.
"The pony girl?" Joly asked and Enjolras' jaw clenched immediately.
"Pontmercy, you know, the hot chick!"
As an automatic reaction, Enjolras' hands became tight fits, clenched so tightly that his knuckles became white. He was enraged, definitely enraged.
Hello everyone. First of all, I want to thank each and everyone who sent their support to my friend. It hasn't been a good time for me but I'm fighting this. I really want to thank you. Once again, I know this has nothing to do with my fanfic and if you simply want to skip the note, then do so, but for those who don't skip it, you're in my heart.
Also thanks for reading, liking, commenting, putting in favorites and alerts. You guys are all awesome.
Lastly, "Team Les Amis" told me that jealous Enjolras was really cool...so I did a whole chapter dedicated to Enjolras' jealousy. I hope you enjoy it.