Enjolras lay in bed, arms tucked behind his head, and staring up at the incandescent moon, partially hidden beneath the embrace of its jealous lover, the clouds.
Éponine.
At Leblanc, the girl would never have been considered anything but common, he knew. She had a round pale face, a small button nose, and slightly crooked teeth. Enjolras had noticed all that the first time he'd seen her, when she had snapped at him at Café Myriel. Lately, though, he was noticing some other things. When she smiled, the crooked teeth didn't seem to matter. Her warm chocolate eyes sparkled with flecks of gold and beamed with intelligence and passion, and her dimples made his gut clench.
But he was a junior, and he needed to focus. College app essays needed to be written, tests needed to be aced, and universities needed to be wooed. He couldn't waste his time thinking about anything else. Or anyone else. He couldn't.
He needed to focus.
He needed to
He needed
The last image that came to his mind before sleep overtook him, was Éponine laughing, like bells tinkling in the breeze. He fell asleep with the whisper of a smile caressing his marble face.
Éponine kicked off her shoes as she shut the door behind her. She looked up to see a very excited Toussaint waiting for details, eyes round as a cocker spaniel's.
"So how'd it go? Howditgohowditgohowditgo?" She bounced up and down, eyes fervent with expectation and glee.
"It was fun." Éponine smiled.
Tou gave her a look. "Come on Ponine, you've got to give me more to work with than just fun."
"We went to a bookstore and ate sandwiches at the park."
"What's he like? He's cuute." She teased.
"That he is." Éponine allowed herself a small smile. "And it's… it's just different with him. Different than with Marius."
"Is it now?" Toussaint raised an eyebrow knowingly.
"Oh, shut up Tou. Anyway, you never finished telling me about your date with erm… Pous.. Pois.. Poisson?"
Toussaint rolled her eyes. "His name is Prouvaire. And he's absolutely adorable, you won't believe it Éponine!"
Toussaint continued to talk ardently about her beloved Prouvaire for the next two hours, as Éponine mmm'd and ahh'd with perfect timing. She didn't particularly enjoy listening to Tou rant on, but it made Tou happy, so she listened anyway.
When Tou was busy daydreaming again, she sighed and got up. "Come on, school tomorrow. Shower and sleep." Tou pouted, but obeyed.
As Éponine lay in bed, she didn't collapse into slumber as usual. Instead she rolled over on her other side so she could see the moon, radiant and spilling light through the window. It whispered of possibilities.
With Marius, she always had to please, to accommodate. When she was honest with herself, even she admitted it was exhausting.
But it had been different with Enjolras. It had been so…easy.
But she loved Marius.
But
She groaned. It was confusing, and she didn't like being confused.
She went to sleep with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the moon whispering to her.
Her last thought was how the moon reminded her of his brilliant eyes, a perfect kaleidoscope of every colour of blue there was, kindness, and
Wait.
What?
A/N: I know it's short, I'm sorry! I just… it would be weird if I put the next bit after this. Contrast's too eh. I'm already working on something for the next chapter :) Thank you all so so much for your kind reviews, they really keep me going! Will update soon!
