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Disclaimer-I don't own Les Mis or any of the musicals I reference in my story
The morning sun shined through the window. Éponine woke up having forgotten that she was in Enjolras's bed. She got up and walked around his room. There were speeches pinned upon the walls. She took a closer look at some of the parchments. Enjolras had impeccable penmanship, but she couldn't read any of his words. She could read, just not the long, complicated words. She made her rounds until she hit the bookshelf. She ran her fingers across the spines, feeling the bumps on the tips of her fingers.
Suddenly, Éponine heard a door creak. She turned her head to see if it was the door to the bedroom. It was not. She slowly made her way to the door, and ever so slightly, opened it. She saw Enjolras at the table reading the newspaper and drinking tea. Éponine opened the door a little bit wider. She noticed some croissants on a plate not too far from Enjolras's reach. The aroma filled her nose and tingled her spine. She was use to smelling these baked goods in the early mornings when she would pass the patisserie. Éponine opened the door wide enough to slip into the parlor. "Bon matin, mademoiselle." Enjloras said without moving his head from reading the newspaper. Éponine slowly took a seat across from him. "Bon matin." She whispered. Éponine took a glance at Enjolras. He wore a clean white shirt, with the top two buttons undone. Over his shirt, Enjolras wore a cardinal red jacket which complimented his blue eyes. His black tie was loose around his neck. Éponine eyed his hair, which was a huge curly blond mess. Enjolras had a small stubble on his jaw, which gave him a rugged look. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Enjolras put the paper down on the table and smiled at her. "How'd you sleep?" he asked. "Well." Éponine whispered. "You need not to be afraid of me. What happen to the young lady who would tell me extravagant stories when I was in the hospital?" Enjolras asked. She shrugged. "Éponine, if this is about the…my advances, I am truly sorry. I do not know what came over me at that moment, I just…I'm usually…I have a tendency to act before I think. If I hurt you in anyway, I will make it up to you. I am a man of my word." Enjolras explained. Éponine looked into his eyes. He really meant it. He's apologizing… for something that you edged on! That kiss was all your fault! He's apologizing for something you did! "You don't need to make it up to me. That…incident was all my fault. You were vulnerable, and I should have known better…" Éponine stated guiltly, but Enjolras protested, "No, this was all my fault. Don't blame yourself for something you did not do…" "No, it was my fault…" Éponine objected. "No it was mine." "Enjolras, please don't argue with me…" "Then let's compromise!" Enjolras exclaimed. Éponine cocked her head in puzzlement. "Compromise?" "Oui. It can be both of our faults so not one of use can call blame. Or, we both not be at fault and just blame the ghosts of Romeo and Juliet for possession of our bodies. Your choice." Enjolras declared. Éponine laughed. "I like the latter." Enjolras chuckled. "Then it's settled. Now we can put this behind us and start over." Éponine smiled and stretched her arm out across the table. "Bonjour, je m'appelle Éponine Thénardier. It's a pleasure to meet you." Enjolras grinned and reached to grab her hand. Sparks flew up his arm. "Et moi? Je m'appelle Enjolras. It is a pleasure to meet you as well." The two of them shook hands like old friends, then sat back down. Enjolras grabbed a croissant from the plate. Éponine only watched. "Go ahead. Take one. It's for both of us." Said Enjolras. Éponine reached over and took a large one, and examined it. "It has chocolate inside, just so you know." She took a big bite, and the sweet filling filled her mouth. She had never had anything like this in her life. The fluffiness of the croissant and the smoothness of the chocolate danced on her tongue. "C'est magnifique!" she exclaimed. Enjolras swallowed his bite. "You know, my housekeeper back home always made chocolate croissants every morning before school." Éponine took another bite, then made a realization. "Wait, I thought the doctor said you cannot go outside?" Enjolras shook his head. "No, he said no running," "No hard exercise or strenuous work," Éponine helped list off. "No climbing," Enjolras said. "No lifting heavy objects," Éponine said. "No swimming," Enjolras pointed out. "And no sex." The two of them said in unison. Éponine giggled and Enjolras chuckled. God, he looks so handsome said her heat. Bad 'Ponine! No! "Alright. I know I have a few things to do. Get groceries, clean your garret, do some washing…is there anything I'm forgetting?" Enjolras thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Not that I can think of." Éponine got up from her chair. "Well, I better get started. It's a long day, and I'm not even dressed. Merci for the croissants." She began to head to the bedroom door, but stopped. She spinned around and sped over to the table and grabbed two more croissants. "I'll take those!" Éponine told, then sped into the bedroom. Enjolras chuckled. She may not be mine, but oh how I love her.