July 24th
Dear Enjolras,
Les Amis got really drunk last night and no doubt they'll all have hangovers when they wake up. They're all asleep in my apartment because I deemed them too drunk to walk back home. I made miso soup for them because I heard that it helps hangovers. I don't have a hangover because I gave up beer(but I never said anything about a few glasses of wine).
Courfeyrac is awake. He's watching me write. I can see you reading my writing, Courf! Now, go eat soup before I stab you with my pen. Okay, he's stopped. The poor thing has a headache, but its just a mild hangover. Wimp.
Anyway, last night the guys and I celebrated and it was probably the first time I've had genuine fun since you left. I admit it was strange and awkward but a few drinks in, we were as normal as things could get without you.
Courfeyrac and Jehan got me bouquets. Courf gave me typical roses, but Jehan knows me well and got me gladioli and orchids, which you know are my favorite. Combeferre gave me his copy of 'Of Mice and Men' which I thought was sweet because it was his own copy and not something fresh off the bookshelf of a bookstore. I also recommended it to him years ago. He wrote on the inside of the cover, thanking me for introducing such a wonderful book and other nice things. Joly gave me fancy soaps which made me laugh. As if fancy soaps cleaned any better than regular soap. Bossuet bought me a nice summer hat and Bahorel a bunch of solid colored v-neck t's which I am very thankful for. Feuilly made me a box of delicious paczki and gave me a cd of his favorite polish songs. And Grantaire got me boots. It's the middle of summer and the drunkard got me boots. It's okay though, because they're actually quite nice. They're not the wannabe-tough-but-actually-very-girly boots, they're freaking boots you use when you're in the freaking army! I don't know how the fuck he got them but they're mine now.
Did I mention Les Amis sang the national anthem for me instead of singing happy birthday? But in their defense they were utterly drunk and delusional. It was quite hilarious, actually. But I can imagine you throwing a fit about how they're disrespecting Patria, which honestly makes it even more hilarious.
I can hear someone(s) throwing up in the bathroom. I should probably set some glasses of water out on the table.
"Ponine!" I can hear Ferre whine for me. He's like a little brother who is older than me...does that make sense? Anyway he looks like a mess. His hair is sticking up in different direction and he has bags under his eyes.
I told him to eat some soup which he groggily obliges to. The rest of Les Amis look equally as terrible. I'm trying really hard not to snigger and but I'm hopelessly failing, so I've decided to move to the couch. Jehan followed me, along with the cat, but I don't mind. He's resting his head in my lap while he writes poetry and the cat is sitting on his stomach. In fact, Jehan tried to get me write some poetry. I did write some, but it's not very good. It doesn't rhyme and there's hardly any figurative language. But because I love you, here goes nothing.
Our Revolution. By Éponine Jonderette.
I had a dream we lead a revolution
We had our own protest song and everything
And when the cops came to arrest us, we continued to sing in jail
I had a dream we lead a revolution
We had our own protest for who knows what
But that doesn't really matter because I had a strong opinion
I had a dream we lead a revolution
We had our own protest in the city streets
Though someone went crazy and the crowds scattered, leaving me behind
It doesn't rhyme. In fact, it doesn't even sound like a poem. Just empty stanzas. Hell, they're probably not even stanzas. I think I'll just stick to write letters to the deceased.
You know, I'm kind of fond of Jehan. He can be sensitive, which I need, even if I won't admit it. But at the same time, he can be strong willed. He's like a little brother who's older than me. In fact all of Les Amis are my little older brothers! I love them all(platonically, of course) and they love me(in the same sense). I think you would like seeing your best friends and your girlfriend getting along well.
I'm glad I have Les Amis around to help.
Love Always,
Éponine