After Enjolras left, Éponine lay in her bed, thinking. Enjolras's behavior was different tonight - even in the last days. Somehow she was nervous in his presence. Did this have something to do with the karaoke night? No, it can't be! You're not over Marius yet. But she still liked to fall asleep in Enjolras's arms and be carried to bed by him. A few weeks ago that would have been almost unthinkable. He was one of her friends, but that was something she wouldn't have thought he'd do. She also thought about this duet, which they sang two days ago. Why did it have to be this song? "Endless Love"! But how Enjolras sang it ... It sounded as if he meant the text seriously. He is just a very good actor. But how can it be that he is still so ... different? No matter, she thought, trying to fall asleep.
When she woke up, Grantaire was sitting next to her on the bed. "What was that last night?"
"What was what?"
"Don't you know it anymore?"
"What should I know?"
"Don't play naive! Tell me as much as you can remember."
"I fell asleep on the couch."
"... in Enjolras's arms."
"That simply happened, okay?"
"Simply happened ... go on."
"Then he carried me to bed."
"I knew it! You're together!"
"Just because he carried me to bed once, it doesn't mean that we're together!"
"Mhm ..."
"He just carried me to bed, not ... you know."
"It will come, believe me."
"Get out!"
"C'mon! That wasn't meant." Grantaire clung to Éponine. "What happened after he got you to bed?"
"We only talked briefly."
"But you fell asleep, didn't you?" Grantaire asked.
"Only then, but when he carried me, I noticed, and then I woke up. But I didn't let him know, otherwise I would have had to walk myself."
"So, do you like it to be carried by Enjolras?"
"No idea."
"Or do we ask: What do you like when you are borne by him?"
"He's so ... warm and comfortable." Éponine explained. "And besides, he has carried me so carefully because he did not want me to wake up."
"Do you love him?"
"How do you come up with such an idea?" Éponine said hesitantly.
"I just thought. I always see you when he's near you. Since you're lately no longer as chilled as usual."
"Please don't ask me something like this in the near future. I do not know what I feel." Éponine whimpered. She was close to tears, though there was no real reason, she thought.
"Éponine ... I'm sorry, I only wanted to help you." Grantaire excused.
"I know, but please let me have breakfast in peace and then we'll see."
"Okay."
Éponine took a bathrobe and left her room. "Did something happen?" Musichetta asked, worried.
"No, no. Don't worry." Éponine calmed her down.
"Grantaire?"
"I didn't want to! I only asked her something." Grantaire stammered.
After breakfast, the three started their BFF-day. Grantaire painted his friends' nails artfully. Musichetta had little hearts on her nails. He painted Éponine's fingernails black with white details. "Can I ask you now?" He asked.
Éponine sighed. "Very well."
"On a scale from 1 to 10 -" Musichetta began.
"Baymax!" Grantaire cried.
Musichetta slapped his neck. "- how much do you like him?"
"5 is good friend and 10 is ... you love him." Grantaire explained.
"What would you say?"
"Between 8 and 9." Musichetta answered.
"Hm ... 7?" Éponine said uncertain.
"So you like him very much?"
Éponine nodded slowly. "I don't know that myself, but I think so."
"Have you already kissed?" Grantaire wanted to know.
"No!"
"Do you want it?"
When Éponine opened her mouth, Musichetta asked, "Have you already embraced?"
"Yes."
Grantaire interrupted her. "Of course, they embraced! They're friends!"
"Actually, we just hugged briefly on each other's birthdays ..."
"Really?" Grantaire screamed.
"Not so loud! Enjolras can hear us."
"And have you hugged each other more often lately?" Musichetta continued.
"Yes."
"Are the hugs now different?"
"Somehow ..."
"When was the last time?"
"Tonight, after he took me to bed."
"Ooh ..." Grantaire called.
Éponine shook her head. "Not as you think. As you already know, Grantaire, we were talking and before he left, he bent down and hugged me. But somehow it was different than usual. Although it was only a brief moment, I felt something peculiar, "she said absentmindedly.
Musichetta thought about it. "I know what this is. That was the case with Joly and me at the beginning."
"You ... you think I'm in love with him?"
"Why not?"
"I don't know ... I don't think I'm over Marius yet."
"Give up, Ep. He has Cosette and he's happy with her. Now it's your turn to be happy!" Grantaire encouraged her.
"Yes, but ..."
"Darling, Enjolras and you know each other for three years. I would be very surprised if nothing else happened between you." Musichetta said.
"Grantaire and Courfeyrac are friends for six years and aren't married, either!" Éponine protested. "Although they sometimes behave like an old couple ..."
Musichetta giggled. Grantaire looked hurt. "Do you think Enjolras feels the same as you?" He asked.
"No idea. I think rather not ... At least it doesn't seem so.
"We'll get a result." Grantaire promised.
"You love him, don't you?" Musichetta asked.
"That can be."
Now it's slowly getting started! I'm starting to write the next chapter. I hope I can update soon.