Author's note: Hello I'm doing a cheeky update in between my busy schedule because we all know how sociable I am ;) Not really I just really can't be bothered to do more revision and packing. Anyway the winner of my little competition was Rachel (guest) who translated the phrase "Dulce et decorum est por patria et mori" perfectly. It means "It is sweet and honorable to die for one's country." So thank you and I will keep to my promise and include you down below in the barricade thing.
Disclaimer: You should know after ten chapters that I'm not Victor Hugo. Never was, never will be.
Chapter ten: In which Feuilly tells us about his girlfriend
Enjolras's p.o.v
When Grantaire walked in I noticed that he had been drinking, again. It was starting to worry me why he had been getting so bad after improving so much. I racked my brain to see what had happened to him. Nothing that I recall. Hmm I wonder if anyone has hurt him. I'll have to ask him later. HE always thinks that I don't care about his wellbeing that I just preach to him. He thinks that I'm perfect marble, Apollo but I'm not I have many flaws. One of them not showing how I feel. That's why I snap when they all me golden boy, Apollo or marble statue. I'm not golden boy because I am not this being perfect at everything. I have to work hard for my grades; I can't play cricket or hockey to save my life. And forget being able to make friends easily. It took me awhile to befriend the Amis. Apollo is giving me the figure of a majestic being of power. I'm not majestic, godly or powerful. I'm a human being. Nothing more, nothing less.
And lastly Marble statue implies that I don't feel at all. That I can't love or hate. That I can't be happy, sad or angry. That's why it makes me irate. I do feel. I love Éponine; I love the Amis's like brothers and sisters. I hate Thénardier. I am happy when I'm with my friends. I was deeply upset when Marius changed or showed his true colors. But if he proved that he was sorry and actually felt remorse towards his actions I would welcome it back. He would have to earn my trust back. But I would forgive him in the end and so would Éponine as well. I was also angry with him because of his actions. Just because I struggle to show or articulate my feelings, people assume I don't have any.
"Enjolras, food's ready." Éponine said snapping me out of my daze. We walked into the dining room where, the Amis's were crowding around a few tables that they had brought with them and our table. Éponine and Muischetta had made a feast of different foods. It all smelled and looked wonderful and tantalizing. "Thank you!" Was said by everyone as soon as we all sat down. "This is actually the last time we'll all be together before Christmas." Joly said, pushing his black glasses up. "So where's everyone going?" Courfeyrac asked. A lot of us said home. "I'm going to my girlfriend's house." Feuilly said. Everyone opened their mouths. "How, when, why didn't you tell us?" Bahorel asked breaking the silence. "Because you lot are drunk, scarily angry, scarily happy or starts asking her is she has any diseases and forces her to go to the hospital." He said shrugging his shoulders and glaring at Joly. "I was looking after your girlfriend's health and yours." Joly said innocently. "So what's her name?" Éponine asked. "Her name is Eleari [pronounced El- air- ri.]" He said placing his knife and fork down. "You are bringing her here and we will be making sure you haven't made her up!" Courfeyrac laughed. "I'll see if she would like to come up after Christmas. But please don't send her away screaming!" Feuilly begged us.
The rest of the meal went nicely. We talked quietly and acted like any other normal group of friends. But we aren't a normal group of friends. Bossuet's chair toppled over as he tried to reach behind him, leaving him, Joly and Chetta leaving to A & E as it was broken. Courfeyrac spilt curry over Azelma and Gavroche had managed to get drunk by stealing Grantaire's alcohol. After the meal was finished, I went to help Éponine with the dishes. "Ponine, do you need any help?" I asked snaking my arms around her small waist. "Can you dry the dishes please?" She asked me. "Ok." We started to wash up. We talked about what had happened during our day.
Then Éponine decided it would be fun to drench my shirt with water. "Éponine!" I muttered as she laughed. I grabbed her by surprise pouring the jug she cleaned, full of water over the front of her dress. "Enjolras!" She said immediately stopped laughing. "Éponine." I mimicked her voice exactly. Annoying her endlessly. She got some of the bubble from the sink and rubbed it in my hair. "Are you sure you wanted to do that?" I whispered in her ear. Instead of waiting for her reply I started kissing her on her mouth. I surprised but she sank into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she wrapped her s around my neck. Pulling her closer to me. I didn't realize that I had her back against the wall until she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her soaked dress clinging to her. I bit her lips lightly until she opened her mouth enough for me to slide my tongue into her mouth. We must have been like that for few moments before I trailed my lips down her neck and sucking slightly on the skin. She let out a soft moan. This was the first time I had managed to make her do that. I trailed my lips back up to her mouth.
We didn't realize that Gavroche had walked in until he shouted "My eyes, they burn!" Making us spring apart. I then straightened my shirt and Ponine run her fingers through her hair. "Sorry Roche." We said our cheeks flushed bright red. "Please next time if you two want to eat each other's faces, please do it when I'm sleeping." He whined, rubbing his eyes. We sorted our disheveled appearances out and went back to the living room where Bahorel and Courfeyrac were playing Just dance on the Wii. "You leave for ten minutes…." I heard Éponine mutter.
*Skip to Christmas Eve*
Éponine's p.o.v
The house was quiet as Gavroche was sleeping. Courfeyrac and Azelma were at Courfeyrac's parent's house until the 29th. I objected at first but ended up relenting for her to go. I and Enjolras were placing presents under the tree. It was nice to be in a home for Christmas not being forced to take part in my parent's schemes or on the street. "Ponine, can I give you a present now?" Enjolras said putting the last present under the tree. "No you have to give it tomorrow." I said in mock seriousness. "Please!" He whined, making me laugh at his childishness. "Ok." I said making him get up and go to a draw. "What is it?" I asked as he pulled out small slips of paper. "I thought that you deserved a break, so I booked us two tickets for a week in Rome. He said passing me the paper. "Wow, umm Enjolras I can't accept this. I could never be able to repay you. "I said handing the paper back. "Ponine, you won't have to repay me. I just want you to accept it." He says looking at me with his blue eyes. "Ok, but I warn you that I have never been on an airplane before." I warned, he gave me a radiant smile. "That's fine, it's not bad at all." I sighed. "When do we go?" I asked as I went to sit on the sofa. "Boxing day." He said flopping down next to me. "And you tell me now? How am I going to get my stuff together, who's going to watch Roche?" I said turning to look at him. "Muischetta has your suitcase and Jehan offered to watch Roche until Zelma and Courf are back." I sighed and laid my head on his chest. "You are too sneaky for your own good." I said as he ran his fingers down my hair. All I got was a laugh in reply.
Author's note: Hello again. Sorry about this being a filler chapter but I had a busy day. Anyway I wanted to have chapter 10 done before the weekend. A bit of intense kissing there. Awkward to write as I have never kissed someone so you know…. But I will be updating anytime from a week Saturday onwards. I'll be back with more inspiration. Au rivoire! (p.s new story idea bubbling in my mind!)
Enjolras: There's someone climbing a barricade!
Combeferre: Hmmmm, that never gets old * Rolls eyes *
Rachel: Don't shoot!
Courfeyrac: Please don't shoot!
Me: Courf where have you been?
*Evil glare at me.*
Courfeyrac: I was dragged out of the barricades by a group of shippers. You guys didn't try to help!
Me: We had more interesting things to do.
Courfeyrac: Well thanks for helping me, some people are actually nice *gives glare at me.*
Me: I love you too Courf *sarcastic snicker.*
Enjolras: Did you get my hair product?
Rachel: I gave it Bossuet but he dropped it on the top of the barricade and it spilt all over the floor…
Enjolras: Nooooooo! *falls to knees*
Rachel: Grow up Enjy- bear or go cry to Patria.
Me: Nice one!
Enjolras: Women are banned from the barricade! *storms off angrily*
*Courfeyrac, Grantaire, Rachel and me whine.*
Grantaire: Why are there two Rachel's here.
Me: Because we are awesome!
Grantaire: Anyway normal Rachel, why are you upset you're a man so you can stay.
*Hits Grantaire as everyone else laughs. Before smashing all of the Alcohol*
Grantaire: How could you do that…. What did that bottle of vodka do to you?