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"Maybe we should head back," Enjolras suggested uneasily. Courfeyrac and Grantaire decided it would do them no good just waiting around for Eponine to emerge from her room. They kidnapped Enjolras and took him out to the Musain for some much needed relaxation ever since the whole Eponine ordeal.

"Enjolras quit worrying about your girlfriend for once." Courfeyrac complained. "The point of us going out tonight is to forget all that."

"She's not my girlfriend, Courf." Enjolras said rolling his eyes. "And I guess I'm just concerned about her since she hasn't come out of her room for a couple of days."

"We were doing no good by standing around and waiting for her," Grantaire said, slurping his beer. "Eponine says that she wants space, so we'll give her space. Besides, I needed a drink."

Enjolras sighed heavily and finally sipped on the beer that had been in front of him untouched for more than ten minutes. "All right. I guess I can try to relax for a little while." He conceded.

"Alright, Enjy!" Courf cheered, slapping him on the back. "We've got the old Enjolras back."

"You know that I hate being called Enjy, Courf. And what do you mean, 'the old Enjolras back'?"

"Well, Enj, let's face it. You haven't exactly been a party animal since our freshman year of college." Grantaire said.

That was true. Freshman year of college for Courfeyrac, Grantaire and Enjolras was a stereotypical one. That is, full of parties, girls, and booze. They hardly went to class and had a new girlfriend every week. But then Enjolras met Amelie, who greatly disapproved of his lifestyle. She set him straight and sobered him up, and Enjolras became the man that he is today. For him, she was the best thing to have ever happened to him. To Courfeyrac and Grantaire, she was a control freak who robbed them of a once fun and lively friend.

"That's because I finally grew up, R." Enjolras said. "Life isn't about girls and getting drunk."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Are you nuts?" Both of them gasped, making Enjolras question his choices when making friends.

"Richard?" A female voice gasped, which made all three men stop and stare at her. They all knew that voice too well. It was a voice they had not heard in a while.

"Amelie." Enjolras was frozen as his eyes fell on the woman he swore would never come sauntering back into his life again. She hadn't changed a bit since he saw her last. Her blonde hair was pulled into a side braid, the way she always did her hair. Her hazel eyes looked green under the dim bar light, but they still made Enjolras' heart twitch. Gazing at her, he was suddenly back in college, with Amelie helping him study for his exams, getting him coffee whenever he needed it, and telling him when he needed sleep.

"Wow, Rich." She smiled her dashing smile. It was one of the first things about her that Enjolras noticed when he had first met her. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Enjolras could not find the ability to speak for once. "Nice to see you, too. As always." Courfeyrac greeted charmingly.

She nodded to him politely. "Hi, Courf. And Grantaire. Glad to know some things haven't changed, huh?" She gestured to the beer bottle in his hand.

Grantaire rolled his eyes. Amelie and Grantaire had never gotten along. Not in college and certainly not now. She was like Enjolras, in the fact that she did not approve of his drinking problems or his job, but what was different about Amelie was that she actually tried to change him, to no avail. "Yes. You know me, Amelie. Say, how are things down in hell?"

"Grantaire!" Enjolras scolded, suddenly able to speak.

Amelie shrugged it off. "Don't sweat it, Richard. I'm not here to fight with him."

"Then, not to seem rude, but why are you here?" Enjolras asked slowly, avoiding her gaze.

"Well, it's kind of funny, but I was actually on a date…"

"A date?" Enjolras tried to hide his disappointment the best he could.

"Yeah." She pointed to a clean shaven man over at the bar that looked like he belonged in an Abercrombie and Fitch ad. "That's Henry. But it's only our second date so nothing serious."

"Wow." Enjolras nodded curtly. "That's great, Amelie. I'm really happy that you're doing well."

"Anyway, I just saw you from across the bar and I thought that I would come over and say hi. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Too late now." Grantaire muttered.

"Well, actually." Enjolras blurted out, after kicking Grantaire under the table. "We were just waiting on my girlfriend to show up." What did he just say? Just a couple of seconds ago, he couldn't think of anything to say, and now he wouldn't shut up. "Actually, I'm waiting for her, and these guys were just going to wait with me until she gets here. She had to work late because you know, she's… a nurse." He tried to ignore the glares from Grantaire and Courfeyrac, and focused his attention on Amelie.

"Wow, Richard." Amelie said, sounding genuinely surprised. "That's so great. Um, how long have you been seeing her?"

"Oh, about five months. It's getting pretty serious, I think. I mean, it's been crazy couple of months, but she's nice. And we live together now so." What is happening to him?

Amelie seemed to be conflicted upon hearing this. "That's a bit surprising since it took you so long to finally let me live with you."

"Yeah, well, this girl's pretty special. We have some, uh, special connection… that is strong. Anyway, she'll be here soon."

"Well, I can't wait to meet her." She nodded and slowly made her way over to her model boyfriend.

"Jesus Christ, man, what did you do?" Grantaire hissed at him, as he buried his face in his hands.

"Have you been holding out on us? Have you really had a girlfriend all this time and didn't tell us? Man, I thought we were tight!" Courfeyrac whined.

"Courf!" Enjolras snapped, forcing a flinch from both of them. "I was completely talking out of my a** back there, ok? Now help me!"

"Wait. The Great Enjolras the Genius who believes that we are all beneath him, wants our help?" Courfeyrac asked dramatically.

Grantaire punched his friend in the gut. "This is serious s***, man. For once, don't be an a**."

"Alright, alright. Listen, Enjolras." Courfeyrac nodded while whipping out his phone. "I have at least twenty different girls who can be here at a moment's notice. The question is: Do you prefer blondes or brunettes? Or even a redhead? Gotta love the gingers, right?"

"Courfeyrac, if you speak another word, I'll knock you into next Tuesday." Enjolras threatened through gritted teeth.

"Hey, I'm trying to help!" He defended.

"But we can't just get any girl." Enjolras ran frustrated hands through his hair vigorously. "We need a girl who knows me, because Amelie will ask questions. And someone who can actually put up with me for an hour or so."

"Or you can just Amelie the truth and tell her you made the girlfriend thing up." Grantaire suggested. How did he get to be the logical one all of a sudden?

"What, are you joking?" Courfeyrac gasped. "Enjolras, I know most of the time I give you s***, but this is the most real thing I will ever tell you. Never tell a girl that you didn't mean what you said. Whether it was about an imaginary girl or about your supposed favourite pair of oven mitts. Otherwise, the chicks will go all sorts of crazy on ya."

"I may be drunker than I realized, but Courfeyrac has a point." Grantaire pointed out, and then swigged down another huge swallow of liquor.

"Again, I need help." Enjolras encouraged.

"Well, you're the one being difficult right now, Enjolras." Courfeyrac snapped. "You're turning down all the girls I had on my phone, most of which who would kill to go on a date with you. Because seriously, these girls are desperate. And we don't know any other girls, because you, for some strange and unholy reason, despise the entirety of the female population. I mean, the only chicks we know well enough, are Amelie and Eponine!"

A moment of silence fell over the group of friends as Courfeyrac's words began to seep in. They exchanged glances with each other, and Grantaire took another swig of beer. Finally, Enjolras produced his cell phone from his pocket. "I've got to try." He told himself aloud while dialling her number.

Meanwhile, Eponine was enjoying the nice and quiet apartment the boys had left her. She actually came out of her room and wandered into the kitchen for some ice cream or yogurt or whatever else was in the fridge. As she ransacked the fridge, she heard her phone ring on the kitchen counter. Enjolras hadn't given her her phone back, which was fine by her since she didn't really want to talk to anyone. She eyed the phone pensively, thinking about whether or not to answer it.

She walked closer to it, and saw Enjolras' name on the screen. He was probably just calling to check on her or something. Shrugging it off and not touching it, she went to grab some Pillsbury cookie dough Grantaire had been saving for the fourth of July. Why did I pick such an annoying ringtone? She thought as she fished out a spoon from a drawer. Sure enough, her phone rang again. Groaning, she glanced at the phone again, and saw that it was Grantaire this time. It was probably Enjolras using his phone, and she knew that he probably wouldn't stop calling until she answered.

With a grunt, she answered it. "What?" Her voice still a little scratchy from her lack of speaking.

"Eponine, I need your help." Enjolras said immediately.

"With what? How to communicate with a woman?" She said sarcastically.

"Um, well, close. I need you to be my pretend girlfriend."

Eponine nearly dropped the phone. "Excuse me?"

"Look, I don't really want to explain this over the phone, especially on Grantaire's phone. So can you just come down to the Musain and wear something decent? I know that you aren't exactly feeling up for something like this and I'm asking a lot, but, Eponine, I really need this right now. Can you just come and I'll explain everything when I can?"

As she listened, her heart stirred. For the past week, she had felt nothing but pain and regret. Now she was feeling something that she hadn't felt in a while. It was almost as if the cobwebs were coming loose. She felt sympathy. After a short pause, and before she could fully think it over, she answered, "Give me thirty minutes."

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