A faster update than usual! Yay! Updated quickly cause there's a plot twist in this chapter that I'm really excited about. I've been a lot slower at updating lately cause my class are doing an end of year show (Annie) since this is our last year at the school secondary school next year though! Anyway, I got Annie in the show so I have tons of practicing and learning lines so I'm SUPER busy. I'm kinda addicted to writing this story though, so all I can say is that I really hope that I learn all of my lines soon and not just both of them like now. Anyway, without further ado, here's chapter 7!
~Enjolras' POV~
"Did you mean it?" Eponine asks me, swinging her legs about as she sits on a bar stool at my house as we study for the upcoming history test about the French Revolution.
"Mean what?" I ask, not lifting my head up as I continue to write. Most people would consider that rude, but Eponine doesn't usually mind.
She taps me on the head, but I ignore her, thinking that she's just trying to annoy me. She then starts to play with my hair. I knew I should have got it cut short. "Enjy, you alive?" she asks.
"Yes and I asked you a question," I reply, jerking my head up for just a moment to look at her.
Her hair is tied up in a neat braid that looks exactly like the one that girl had in that movie with all the kids killing each other, she is wearing an oversized dark blue top that looks like it belongs Montparnasse, who Eponine has told me more about after I told her that she was my best friend and she is wearing denim skinny jeans. When I looked at her she was giving me a playful glare and was sticking out her tongue and giving me the finger. I can't help but chuckle at her as I write.
"When you said that I was your best friend," she replies as if it is the most obvious thing in the world.
"Of course I meant it, Ponine," I reply quickly, shocked at her question, "I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true."
She seems to relax slightly at my answer so I smile warmly at her.
"So who won the French Revolution?" I ask Eponine.
"Come on Enjolras, that's far too easy," she replies, narrowing her eyes at me.
"So you don't know the answer?" I ask teasingly.
"Of course I do!" she replies defensively, "well, it ended horribly for both sides. The royals were executed so technically the poorer people won, but things weren't much better for them afterwards, which is why there was a June Rebellion," she replies, giving me the fingers when she finishes.
I open my mouth to reply with something witty, when I hear the front door opening and I automatically cringe, thinking that it's my mother.
I hear loud, thumping footsteps and quickly realise who it is. Footsteps are like voices, each is different although some are similar and if you know a person well enough, you can tell it's them by only the sound of their footsteps.
"Who's that?" Eponine asks me, staring at me intently, blinking her huge brown eyes.
"My father," I reply without hesitation.
"Oh, I'll finally get to meet the great Apollo's dear father the might Zeus," she laughs, rising from her seat.
"Ponine, please don't-" I start to say, worried about what my father might say to her, but stop when my father enters the room.
"Hello Mr Enjolras!" Eponine immediately greets enthusiastically.
"And who might you be?" my father asks, looking at her disapproving.
Eponine looks at me, widening her eyes in disbelief, "Eponine," she replies, saying the word slowly as if she really can't believe my father at all.
My father raises an eyebrow at her, "and how do you know my son?" he asks.
"I'm his friend," she replies, now sounding angry, "do you have a problem with that?"
My father gives her a forced smile. "No, of course not dear," he replies, "in fact, how would you like to stay here for dinner?" he asks, clearing thinking that she will refuse and leave.
Eponine turns her back to my father and looks at me questionably. I shake my head.
"I would love to, thank you Mr Enjolras," Eponine says, completely ignoring me.
My father frowns, obviously shocked, then gives another forced smile that doesn't look at all genuine. "Lovely," he says, "be here at six, now goodbye until then," he continues, guiding her to the door.
"Bye Enjolras," she says, leaving the house. She'll have to walk the whole way to her house now; I was supposed to be her ride.
"What was that for?" I ask angrily, turning to my father.
"I just want to get to know your friends better, Aiden," my father replies.
"Liar," I say, "why do you suddenly care now?"
"I just want to take interest in you," he replies.
What is this whole thing about?
I begin to text Eponine, giving her tips on how to deal with my parents.
Enjolras: My mother is preparing a feast and is talking about wearing a dress and makeup and my father is going to wear a suit, so maybe you should dress formally.
Eponine: Formally? Have you seen my closet?
Enjolras: No.
Eponine: Fair enough, I guess me and Zelma will have 2 go shopping.
Enjolras: Who's Zelma?
Eponine: Azelma's my little sister, she's a year younger than me.
Enjolras: I didn't know you had a sister.
Eponine: There's lots you don't know about me…
Enjolras: Like what?
Eponine: Um…
Eponine: My favourite colour is green!
Enjolras: I'll just have to find out more about you then.
Eponine: Dude, that sounds so messed up.
Enjolras: Oh shut up, you're starting to sound like Grantaire.
Eponine: I am not a drunk!
Enjolras: True. Anyway, when you come round don't bother bringing wine or anything. Most people find it polite but my parents are very strange and find it insulting.
Eponine: Why?
Enjolras: They think that if people give them things then they think that we are poor.
Eponine: …. Oh.
Enjolras: Yeah…
Eponine: Well I gtg shopping to impress your stuck up parents. Bye!
Enjolras: Cya Ponine.
I smile slightly at the texts, although I'm not sure why.
I check my watch, it's 5:50. There's ten minutes for Eponine to come, if she's late at all then my parents will already hate her. Well my father already does.
I get dressed into the black suit that my mother bought me a few months ago and is now forcing me to wear. I get a red tie and awkwardly manage to tie it properly. My mother thinks that the red tie looks silly, I think all ties look silly. But red is my favourite colour, so it is my favourite tie.
I hear a knock on the door and I rush to check the time: 5: 58. Perfect.
"Ah, hello Eponine," I hear my father greet.
"Hello Mr and Mrs Enjolras," I hear Eponine's voice say.
"It's nice to see you dear," my mother says and then I can hear footsteps.
I walk down the stairs and see Eponine. It must have been some heck of a shopping trip.
Eponine is wearing a short jade green dress that finishes just above her knees, black high heels and has her hair in some kind of a fancy bun that is braided at the back. She isn't wear too much makeup, but she is wearing quite a lot. She's wearing jade green eye shadow that matches the colour of her dress and red lip-gloss.
"Eponine, I hope you don't mind, but Aiden's brother, Aaron shall be joining us," my mother says, smiling broadly.
"Who's Aiden?" she asks.
"You don't know your own friends first name?" my father asks disapprovingly.
"He introduced himself as Enjolras," Eponine bites, "and I don't mind at all if Aaron joins us."
"Good to hear," Aaron says, quickly walking down the stairs to meet us.
"Ah, Aaron it's so great to see you," mother says, speaking to him as though they don't live in the same house.
"You too mother," Aaron replies, smiling.
Eponine walks over to me, looking very uncomfortable. She doesn't say anything, so we just stand in silence.
I hate Aaron. He has dark brown hair –even darker than Eponine's- dark blue eyes and most girls consider him attractive. I hate him as he's just like my father, but he also treats girls like objects. He is the biggest pervert that I know.
"And you must be Eponine," Aaron says, striding over to Eponine as if only noticing her presence now.
"And you must be Aaron," Eponine copies, extending a hand for him to shake. Instead of shaking it, he grabs her hand and kisses it repeatedly, trailing his kisses up her arm and ending them at the strap of her dress.
"Oui Mademoiselle," he says and Eponine blushes. You've got to be kidding me.
My parents smile at the two as if this was arranged. Maybe that's why they wanted her to come.
"I'll show you to the table, Eponine," Aaron says, taking her arm. I think I'm the only one who notices the hungry look that he gives Eponine.
"So Eponine," Aaron says as we sit at the table and my parents leave the room, "how did a babe like you end up friends with my loser of a brother?"
I notice Eponine blush slightly when he calls her a babe, then looks at me nervously as if asking how she should answer the question. I shake my head, but she then answers his question, ignoring me again.
"Guess Enjolras just got lucky," she replies, giving me a teasing look.
Aaron lets out a boisterous laugh and then replies with, "very lucky indeed," then whispers something into her ear, but whispers it loudly so that everyone at the table can hear. I think he did it on purpose. He whispered "but not as lucky as I would be if I had a girlfriend like you."
Eponine giggles, blushes deeply and then replies with a much quieter whisper that I can't hear.
"Would you do me the honour of accompanying me on a date then, mademoiselle?" Aaron asks in reply, not even bothering to whisper.
Eponine looks at me, her cheeks crimson red, then eventually replies. "I'd love to."
What is it with girls and pathetic crushes on guys they know nothing about?
Then, as if on cue, my parents come back into the room and smile when they see Aaron and Eponine sitting beside each other.
I knew it, I fucking knew it.
But why? The only reason I can think of is that they want to torture me.
But why does it torture me so much?
"Ohh, so what is going on with you two?" my mother asks suggestively, winking at Aaron. Just kill me now.
Aaron puts his arm around Eponine and I want to puck. He then says, "Eponine and I are going to go on a date."
"Oh that's wonderful, son," my father says, giving the couple a genuine smile.
Oh, so he disapproves of Eponine when she is my friend, but when she is Aaron's friend he loves her as a part of the family already?
A/N
What did ya think? Anyways, I wanna clear something up: Don't worry Eponine won't date him for too long and I did this for a reason. I love romantic tension! (Not only cause of that).
Enjolras: But what about me!?
Me: Uh… heh heh…
Aaron: It's fine, bro. Eponine will have a much better time with me.
Me: How did YOU get here?
Aaron: I'm a part of this story….
Me: THIS story, not Victor Hugo's story.
Aaron: So?
Me: I don't know, it's just the rules!
Aaron: What rules?
Me: Ask Javert, he's the rules expert.
Javert: *Gets out huge scroll and clears throat* Ah hem.
Aaron: …
Javert: The rules are, that only people from VICTOR HUGO'S –and not some crazy fangirl's *cough* craycrayskittlez *cough* story are allowed in this psycho's… place.
Me: Thank you! Oh and I was thinking… maybe we should move.
Enjolras: To the barricade!
Me: Sure!
Enjolras: Woah, that was an expression, I didn't mean it—
Me: No, it's a great idea!
Enjolras: No, it's very dangerous…
Me: Oh and staring a REVOLUTION isn't?
Enjolras: I never said I was logical….
Me: Then to the barricades!
Enjolras: When?
Me: In the next chapter.
Enjolras What about Aaron?
Me: He can come, there's more room in the barricade.
Aaron: Yes!
Cosette: Now, onto a very, VERY serious topic. How on EARTH did you get to be Annie?
Marius: I KNOW RIGHT!
Me: Wow, thanks?
Marius: Cosette is just saying what all of us –including the readers- were thinking.
Cosette: Marius, I can speak for myself!
Marius: Sorry dear…
Me: Well… I sang Tomorrow and Maybe and acted out some scenes then I got the part.
Cosette: But why would they choose YOU? How desperate were they?
Me: *Sniffles* Cause I'm awesome.
Enjolras: Are you CRYING?
Me: No… *Wipes eyes* My eyes are just leaking!
Cosette: Yeah… with tears.
Me: I don't have to take this from you! Bye! *Sniffles*
