-Eponine-
Eventually I just can't stand staying here any longer. Everything is so awkward! I need to get out of here, even if it's just for a little while. I just can't stand it, especially because Elle makes it no secret that she doesn't like me. I think it's actually closer to hate. I have no idea why though. Did I do anything wrong? Maybe she thinks I'm not 'ladylike' enough. Maybe she knows my father. No, she wouldn't, right? She doesn't seem like the type of person to walk around in the slums. Or even go anywhere near them, she would probably stay as far from possible from the slums and I don't think she would go near Papa.
Anyway, I need out. I go into Grantaire's room and put on his hat and oversized coat, I tuck my hair into the hat. If I put some mud onto my face I should be a lot less recognizable Everyone else is out, except Azelma who's in her room. She spends a lot of time in there, every time I go in, I see her writing in her diary that Enjolras bought her, she loves that thing. A lot.
I go into Elle's room to look in the mirror, hoping I don't look recognizable. I don't, not really anyway. Azelma would recognize me, so would Marius, anybody who knows me well would. Elle wouldn't and I can only hope that Enjolras and Grantaire wouldn't recognize me.
I quietly sneak downstairs and out of the house. Grantaire and Enjolras are at their meeting so they won't be out for at least another hour. And Elle is out shopping, she avoids the house a lot when I'm there anyway. So she should be gone for about another hour too.
The fresh air is great; I've only realized how much I missed being outside now. As much as I appreciate everything that they've done for us, there's still a part of me that misses the streets.
I walk around the streets, just like I used to. I've always hated the streets. Always. But it's my home, where I belong. I'm walking around when I see Marius walking past.
"Ponine!" He shouts, walking over to me.
"Bonjour Marius," I smile.
"I haven't seen you in ages. How are you?" He asks.
"I'm fine."
"Oh there was one thing I was wondering," He says.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Why are you spending so much time with Grantaire now?"
"You don't know? Me and Azelma live with him now," I reply.
"Oh. I thought you just fell in love with him."
I blush. "What do you mean?"
"Well when you loved me you used to trail me around like a puppy, I assumed you were doing the same with Grantaire," he explains casually.
"You knew!?" I shout. "All this time you knew? You had me run all those damn errands for you and you knew?"
"Ponine-"
"You knew how much it killed me inside! Just – just don't!" I push him and walk away in full speed.
That bastard! He fucking knew! This whole bloody time! I hate him. How could I have ever been stupid enough to love him?
-Grantaire-
What the hell is wrong with Enjolras? He's acting like he's mad at me. Him mad at me. Why would he be mad at me? Eponine loves him, what does he have to be mad about? He can't seriously not be happy. He has Ponine, an angel. He keeps glaring at me, the whole way through the meeting.
"What the hell is your problem?" I snap at him once the meetings over and we're walking home.
"Come on Grantaire, like you don't know," he glares.
"I don't! Now what the hell is it?" I ask.
"Eponine!" He shouts.
"What? She didn't kiss you good morning?" I snap.
"What the hell are you talking about?" He asks.
"What? Well you are both together," I say, more quietly.
"What? No we aren't," he says, sounding confused.
"What? Of course you love each other. You were sleeping together," I sigh.
"Oh no no no, she just wanted to share my bed to keep away the night terrors."
"Oh yeah right," I scoff.
"Well she muttered in her bloody sleep that she loves you!" He yells.
"Really?" No, why am I starting a fight? I should be happy for Enjolras, I love him so I should be glad for his happiness. Eponine has to love him, she can't love me.
"Yes really," he mutters.
-Enjolras-
How stupid is Grantaire? He couldn't even tell that Eponine loves him. The look on his face when I tell him that she loves him drives me mad. I feel the anger boiling up inside me. No, Grantaire is my friend. We've been friends for years, he's my oldest friend. We can't fight over Eponine. She loves him anyway. I can't expect the first girl that I fall in love with to love me. Oh but I can't help it and that dumb look on Grantaire's face.
I raise my fist and punch him in the face. His nose is bleeding.
"What the hell!?" He shouts, cupping his nose.
"I… Grantaire…"
"Stay away," he mutters, turning to walk away.
I grab his shoulder. "But we share a house," I mutter.
"Not anymore. Have fun finding a new one," he gives a cruel smirk and walks away.
Don't kill me.
