Sup, Peeps? I'm planning on making my chapters a bit longer as they seem way too small for my liking as I mainly like fanfics with nice long chapters. Let me know what you think.

Sadly you are still giving me the silent treatment (well, most of you, loves to iputonefootinfrontoftheother and viralsfan101, you da best!), please, please, PLEASE review! Is it that you can't be bothered or if it is bad you're afraid to tell me? cos I swear I can take it.

Allons-y!

He waited for her Wednesday night. He was delaying his speech in the hope she would turn up and catch the beginning. He wasn't sure why he was relying on her coming so much, he had made many speeches before where she had crept in right at the end and he didn't notice her, but he felt as if it were to happen that night it would bother him a great deal. Maybe it was because he had specifically asked her whether she was going to attend and she said she would. He wanted her to hear his whole speech before he questioned Eponine on her opinion afterwards.

Whatever it was it was causing a few problems for him and the group, you see the longer the men would stay in a fully stocked bar, the drunker they will inevitably get so Enjolras, at the usual meetings, made a point of starting early so his friends would still be able to understand plain French. Also the longer Enjolras took to make his speech, the more bored his friends would get, and the more bored they were, the more they drank.

At this point in time most of his friends were on their second bottle already and Enjolras was anxious to get started.

He sighed and stood up, making his way toward the front of the room. If she couldn't be bothered to respect him and what he asked of her, he souldnt have to care about her opinion as much as he was.

He stood adjacent to the stairs and was opening his mouth to begin on the topic of the night when all heads turned to the top of the stairs and away from him. He looked around and saw bright brown eyes, a dirty cap and flushed cheeks. She did not enjoy a lot of attention and withal eyes currently on her she shrunk under the scrutiny.

Her eyes darted across the faces before until she met his and offered him and small, sheepish smile in the way of a silent apology. He offered nothing back but a small nod of acceptance before clearing his throat to regain the attention of his audience. She interpreted this as her queue to scurry to her seat in the corner.

He took a deep breath, one last look at her and began speaking.

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Later that night Eponine Thénardier could be seen in the company of Enjolras, the two of them occupying the two spots by the fire as many of the men filed out, the others remaining only to finfish their last drink.

The pair was in a heated discussion on that night's topical points.

"No, but you see we would have people sent out to inspect the work forces to make sure that the supervisors were fair and the workers were obeying the rules and-"

"Ah, but would who would you send? Who is trustworthy enough to not be swayed by bribes to write the factory in question a good report?"

"Well we would go there personally and check ourselves."

"But as leaders you will be busy with work of the state and there are many factories in the land, Enjolras."

He had noticed that she had begun to address him by his name. He did not know how to react to this. Could she be counted as his friend? Could he be counted as hers? They had only shared a couple of conversations and they were two completely different people; they came from different worlds, but after all she was way the poor's struggle personified. She knew the cruelty of the streets and it had made her tough as nails. She had firsthand experience in the harsh reality of the poverty the people of France trudged through. She could become a very useful asset in the events to come. An Ally! Yes, she was an ally.

So he in return began to address her in a similar way. She, however had not picked up on her sudden change of position in Enjolras' rank of acquaintances as well as her sudden use of his name so continued to converse with him and argue, which she found she was enjoying.

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He began to find that it was becoming a regular occurrence for him to delay his speeches until she arrived and he would take time out of his studying after the meeting to sit and listen to her opinions on what he had said earlier that night.

She was not only questioning him on his plans but was also eager to explain to him what he should say in the place of some of his statements that lacked in thorough thought and consideration. She explained how he could word things better that fitted reality more accurately by toning down his image of a perfect tomorrow and exaggerating more on the conditions of France today.

But even she could find no fault in his diction or his vocabulary. He was incredibly well educated, speaking both English and Latin fluently as well as knowing every single word known to his mother tongue. Sometimes she would have to shyly ask what some of what he said meant. She wasn't incompetent, not at all, rather her repertoire of words did not stretch as far as his did.

This always caused much embarrassment on her part during these lengthy conversations, but he was always patient and explained to her the meaning in detail so she could apply correctly in context later.

He would always leave the cafe with renewed perspectives and fervour on his passion. He would spend hours thinking back on what she had said and what he could take from it. He found that he anticipated their next meeting if he had concocted some rebuttal or continuation of one of her points.

She would leave the cafe slightly more educated and a lot more satisfied after letting out what she wanted and say and she was able to dump of all of this on him and he would eat it up.

Regularity in girl like her was unfamiliar but she found her commutation with Enjolras completely natural. Likewise, he was not used to spending much time with women, but she was certainly unlike most airhead bourgeois girls that simper and smile and back out of any conversation that involves expressing controversial opinions.

This is how the strange relationship was able to be sustained between the two. No one looking up at the other, no one looking down. Eye to eye.

Sorry this chapter turned out to be bit of a filler but don't worry, the next will be full of vulnerability which I know you all love!

Don't stay silent! Mistress VanTassel x